Hey guys, this is my first fan-fic, and I've decided to try and evolve Lucaya a little bit more in the following chapters. Please comment and tell me what you want in the following chapters!

"It's Yearbook Day! One book full of memories of the year. Peaches! Sign my yearbook! Write down what you think of me!" Riley tells me, her usual wide smile on her face, her eyes bright with joy.

"Sure, Honey." I take the book from her and fill its blank pages with my untidy scrawl. I give it back to her when I'm done. Riley smiles even wider as she reads it. A sudden grin envelopes my face.

"Hey, Huckleberry, wanna know what I think of you?" I ask.

"Uh, no, it's alright." He knows what's coming and backs away.

"But I wanna tell you." I fit my fingers together and look up at him.

"Will you guys judge me if I run?" he asks Riley and Farkle.

"Come on, Ranger Rick, let's do it. You tell me what you think of me, and I tell you what I think of you. How 'bout it?" I offered. I do a soft "ha-hurr", loud enough so they can hear it.

"Okay, you short little stack of pancakes, I-" He stops mid-sentence.

"What did you call me?" My grin gone my voice shakes a little. Farkle's eyes are wide. Riley barks out a laugh.

"Riley!" Farkle and I both rebuke at the same time.

"Well, Maya, it's true that you are a short little stack of pancakes..." Something pierces my heart.

"What?" I ask, my voice definitely shaking now.

"Maya, I'm sorry, I-" Lucas tries to say something but I don't hear him. All I can hear in my head is Riley's words.

"What?" I choke on the word, my eyes on Riley.

"Maya, I'm sorry, but what Lucas said is true." I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. I turn on my heel and walk to class. Mr. Matthews' class. I hear Farkle behind me. I sit down on my seat. The blackboard writes "Belgium 1831". Farkle
/sighs and erases it himself.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Mr. Matthews asks, looking from me to Farkle to Lucas and then to Riley. One look at my face and it's clear. He turns and writes on the blackboard. I fold my arms defensively. Mr. Matthews steps back and reveals one word. "War."

"Maya. Are you seriously going to be mad at me over your height?" Riley asks from the left.

"I can't believe you, Riley!" I burst out.

"Maya, what he said was true!" Riley defends herself, her voice going higher and louder.

"You didn't disagree with him!" I shout.

"What he said was true!" she yells. "How can I disagree with something that's true?"

"Stop. I'm not going to be the cause of this-"

"Shut up." we both tell Lucas.

"Okay, girls. To the front please." Mr. Matthews says awkwardly. He points at the board. "War. War can start with a single gunshot, or an isolated event."

"How could you stick up for Lucas and not me?" I ask Riley.

"I didn't stick up for him!"

"You didn't disagree with him!"

"Well, Maya, when you really think about it, he wasn't wrong."

"Who cares? When have I not stuck up for you?"

"When I'm wrong!"

"You're always wrong!" I shout. Riley draws back. "Or, you're always right, who cares? I just stick up for you automatically."

"So right and wrong doesn't matter anymore?" Riley asks.

"Yeah, Maya, how could she disagree with Lucas if he was right?" Zay asks from two rows back.

"When right and wrong matters more than being friends?" I say quietly. "Then that's the end of being friends."