Riley's POV
I ran down the hall crying. I finally sat down in the corner of some lockers. I continued to sob for several minutes.
Finally, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up. (And yes I was aware that I looked a hot mess.)
I wondered who that kid was. Freckle? Fartface? Fetty Wap? Freak face?
"Oh hi freckle," I finally said, wiping away tears with my sleeve.
"It's Farkle," he said holding out his hand.
I took his hand. "Oh yeah Farkle." I smiled.
Anyway he was cute. But not as cute as He who shall not be named.
"Um what's wrong?" He asked.
"W-What? Nothing! What makes you t-think that s-something is wrong?" I stuttered.
"Well you were crying here for like, an hour."
Really? It had been that long?!
"You okay?"
"Um yeah." I said blushing. "I'm fine." He pulled me up.
"Well if there's anything I can do, just say so," he paused. "Riley." He smiled.
(Flashback)
6 years ago
"28, 29, 30!!" Said 9 year old farkle."ready or not, here I come!!!"
He ran right past me. Twice. I giggled. You know that giggle that you get when someone passes your hiding place like, a million times.
"Marco!" Said farkle.
"Pol-" I said. "Wait a minute."
He had already found me. " shoot!!! You tricked me!!"
"Yep and now it's my turn!"
" ooh farkle!!! I'm gonna kill you!!!" I said still giggling.
"Ooh I'm sooo scared!"
I tackled him.
We giggled as we rolled in the grass...

(end of flashback)
I blinked in disbelief.
"Farkle?!??"