Riley-Q&A's can be Deadly.Mature

When he handed me the note back, I almost let out a yell, and stab him. Almost. Know, why I, the wonderful Riley do such a terrible thing? Because Mr. Teachers Pet Knows. Those you know must go.


Well, I was out with friends. First for you: Are you know my stalker? Or is my Daddy having you watch me. Watch out, Barker. I will make you forget what you saw. I handed my note carefully, smiling. When he read at it, he looked at me like I was poo. He quickly wrote a reply.

You just happened to outside of my dorm, half dressed. Now, I thought the worst had happened and you needed help. Second for you: Friends? Who?

I rolled my eyes, what did I write? Anti-World Donation Friends? Hmmm….

None Of your business. How about a dare.

I write neatly, handing it back. He smiled and replied.

I dare you to talk to me after class. ‘Bout something J

He replied and went back to watching the teacher. I rolled my eyes and doodled in my notebook.


“What do you want?” I asked coldly, walking out of class with Jackson next to me.

“Who are your friends?” He asked, turning to face me.


“Tell me, Riley Jones. Now.” He said angrily. We were alone in the Hallway. Out of the ears and eyes of the others.

“Well, let’s see. No.” I turned away and walked down the Hallway. I was late for class.

He ran up behind me and pushed me against the wall.

“Tell me now, Riley. I’m not kidding.” He said snarling in my face. He was a lot taller than me, and very handsome. If he hadn’t been Jackson, I would have asked him out. Pity.

“Get off of me Bastard. I’d rather do anything else than tell you.” I said bitterly.

“Take that back. You gave me a idea.” He said, pushing me harder.

“No. just tell me what to do. Before Daddy sees us, and I have to kill you.” I said with a smile.

“Go to the ball with me.”

The End

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