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"Well that was anything but fun" I mumble to the group as I meet them on the bleachers "you did very well maya. It was beautiful" Riley gave me a small, comforting smile.

I sighed, resting my elbows on my knees and burying my head into my hands just like before as we finish the remembrance. A few speeches and a minute of silence later, it was over. "If you have permission to go home then do so safely, otherwise back to class" the principal directed

Students began standing up, exiting out the gym doors "what are you guys doing?" I ask as we stand up too. "Were gonna go back to Farkles..we should have a sleepover tonight" Riley replied, holding Farkles hand. Isadora and I nodded "I'll bring the vodka" I state

"You can invite them if you want..god knows the apartments big enough" Farkle nodded over to the college boys direction who were standing with the teachers. "Did you know they were coming?" I asked Isadora. She shook her head no, "this is zays idea of a surprise" she sighed

We went down the bleachers, exciting out the gym ignoring the gazes we felt watching us. "You gonna wait?" She asks once we get outside. I give her a small nod, "Yea. You?" I reply, her nodding in return. "Okay well we'll see you guys tonight" I smile to Farkle and Riley

They leave the school while Isadora and I sit on the picnic bench outside the schools front doors. We sat silently for a few minutes, I busied myself by playing with the cards that had my speech written on them, folding them in different directions on my lap.

"Isadora!" I heard Zay call, catching my attention. I look up to see the college boys walking out the school doors together "we'll catch you guys later" Zay turned around the the small group before him and Lucas made their way over to us

I stood up from my place on the bench as Lucas got closer. He pulled his hands that were shoved in his knee length coats pockets, opening his strong arms for me. I willingly hugged him back, pushing my small frame as close to him as I could to feel safe

"See ya later bud. Bye maya" Zay spoke as he held isadoras hand, leading them away from the school. Lucas and I pulled away from each other, he took my hand in his and lead me in the opposite direction to them "your speech was great" he spoke calmly 

I smiled "it was all over the place and didn't connect at all but it's the best I could do after sitting in bed all week" I chuckled softly. "How are you doing?" He questioned after. "I'm okay..just an unfamiliar feeling you know?" I reply. He nods in an understanding way, chewing on a piece of gum he had in his mouth

We went down to Central Park, sitting on a bench opposite the small lake "how are you doing?" I ask, turning my head to look at his handsome face. "I'm okay..the college thought it would be a good idea for us to come up for the weekend to show our support, we leave tomorrow night" he replied, keeping his attention on the water in front of him.

I nodded slowly although he couldn't see, "Oh" is all I reply. "I-I'm sorry I didn't get your number, I completely forgot about it when we left the hospital..According to the boys I sat depressed the whole way back to California until zay told me to man up" he chuckled earning a soft laugh from me

"That's sweet, Zay can't say much though he was messaging Isadora all week" I reply. "Yup. He's got it good for her" he stated. You know what my reply was gonna be, I would've asked him how he felt. But something inside me didn't want to know, it didn't want to be overwhelmed.

"What are you doing tonight?" I ask curiously, changing the subject "uh sitting in a hotel room" he chuckled "Were all staying at Farkles tonight..Isadora was gonna invite Zay so you can come if you want but I understand hanging out with a bunch of high school students probably isn't the most exciting way to spend a trip to New York" I chuckled awkwardly

He furrowed his eyebrows, draping his strong arm over my shoulder and pulling me closer to him "of course I'll come" he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

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