Maya's POV
I finally made it to class. Second period was social studies.
Boring.
"Abraham Lincoln's speech contained blah very blah important blah blah information.", was all I heard before I went to Mayaville.
But the whole time it felt like someone was staring at me.

Lucas' POV
I couldn't help but stare at Maya.
She had beautiful blonde curls that were pulled into the most beautiful ponytail in the history of ponytails. I knew her eyes were blue, but the looked the perfected shade of hazel with little specks of gold from the light peeking in from the window.
She was like a Greek goddess.

She looked over at me and I turned away just in time.
When she did look at me, I saw that Riley was sitting next to her.
Riley.
I smiled at the thought of her.
Riley has been my best friend ever since I was 12. We got even closer when my old friend Maya kicked me out of her house because I was trying to help her! How petty is that??
Wait, Maya. No, no. Is she the same person?
Do I like, know her?