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❝ 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 ❞
──︒✿ཾ∘∗✽ᜒࠬ. ──
Andrew McHolland had officially transferred to John Quincy Adams Middle School. He had been shadowing Farkle for a couple of weeks, then finally made his debut as a new student. It was the week of the Semi-Formal for the middle schoolers and Riley was in distress, "it's been weeks since Andrew enrolled as a student here and it's been weeks since I've started to bring up the Semi-Formal and he still hasn't asked me!"
Amanda laughed softly, "he only just enrolled, give him a few days to get settled."
"He's had weeks to settle," Riley exclaimed, "we're Riley and Drew, aren't we, girls?"
"I don't know anymore," Maya waved her hands in defeat, "just tell me what to say."
Riley held up her notebook, "it's all over the front of my notebook he got me at our first study session. 'Riley hearts Drew 4ever'."
"What's on the back?"
"'Riley and Drew: we're just friends'."
"Sweetie, what are you doing to yourself," asked Amanda.
"It's this weekend and Andrew hasn't asked me to the Semi-Formal!"
"Told ya," said Maya, "you got a problem."
"You did," asked Riley, "have I brought this up before?"
As Maya reminds Riley of her hectic rants about Andrew asking her to the dance over the last couple of weeks, Amanda couldn't help but think about Lucas and her going to the dance together. The thought of the two of them slow dancing brought a smile to her face.
She was brought back from her thoughts by Maya, "yes, Riley, you've had problems before, but you haven't had an Andrew problem until now," Maya then slammed the locker shut, causing Mr. Matthews to scream.
"Why does Mr. Uncle keep doing that?"
Maya cleared her throat, "locker, blackboard," she motioned to the locker, and what was there behind it, "chalk, chalk dust, your relative," she starts wiggling her fingers in example of the dust going onto Mr. Matthews.
Riley chuckled, "how long you gonna keep doing it?"
"Till he comes out," she shrugged.
Just then, Mr. Matthews comes out with white chalk all over him, "puh," he exclaimed as dust flew out of his mouth. He looked around, spotting the blonde and started to walk toward her, in which Maya responded by saying she was done and running away, her teacher hot on her trail.
