_1_

It's been four months since my last peaceful night. I never once thought helping a friend would have been such a - burden. I shuddered as the cold night air hit the back of my neck and cursed softly under my breath when I saw the empty parking lot of the local pharmacy in front of me. I inhaled deeply and leaned against the wall outside of Topanga's to get more comfortable as my usual stake out remained uneventful. My dimly lit surroundings screamed dangerous, and to be frank it was, being out that late at night was just asking for trouble. "But I'm not here for myself" I sighed glaring at the ground. I hated being there, lying to get there, involving myself with the acts that take place here, but I made a promise to myself ever since that night. "I'll sleep when she does," I repeated like a mantra.

The gate to the parking lot was finally kicked open prompting me stand straight and move closer to a nearby bus stop across the street. I sat down at my usual spot which was far enough for me to go unnoticed but close enough to eavesdrop. The usual offenders strode in laughing, enjoying each other's company. They were three Neanderthals to put it simply. One of them had long fiery red hair, she was short and made sure to be the loudest in the group. Her curvy physique was the only thing keeping anyone from mistaking her for a child. She grinned at the other two who were twins. They would often dress the same and keep their jet black hair in a long ponytail. The red shirts they wore complemented their dark skin well. They were tall- maybe standing three inches over me. You could barely tell the two apart save for one of them always sporting a condescending smirk. The other seemed to be more humble.

I tugged my sweater closer around me to block out the cold, but it was to no avail. Shivering and growing impatient by the second I tried calm my mind so I could sit still. She was late, later than usual. In fact the other three had showed up a little later than usual as well. I quirked an eyebrow at this realization and slightly turned my head toward them.

The shortest one out of the trio was exclaiming about some big event that was coming up. The details were however drowned out by the creak of the gate. I stared at the person who entered and my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. It was like this every night. I would hope to only see three idiots hanging out alone, wasting their youth and slowly chipping away at their future then she walks in. She walks in and it's like a punch to the gut. I swiftly turned around in my seat, the cold long forgotten and I listened attentively.

"Maya!" The voice of the red head bellowed.

"Sup"

_#_

"Penny for your thoughts?"

I glanced up at Farkle who was shaking a bottle of water in front of my face as he sat down in front of me. We were outside of Topanga's finishing up some homework. I shook my head dismissing his question as I flipped through my math textbook dishearteningly. "Just trying to figure out integrals," a playful smirk played on my lips as I shifted my book over to him and pointed at a random question from our assignment.

"Okay I'll bite, what part of this question does our resident sunshine have an issue with?"

I rolled my eyes and shrugged as I exhaled dramatically, "Alas my dear Farkle I don't even know where to begin,"
We both chuckled at my outburst and he started to explain the answer. I listened intently as he moved his pencil over several math symbols highlighting there use to the formula as he did so. It was when my phone buzzed in my pocket I moved my eyes away from my short lesson to my phone screen.

You're needed

I quickly deleted the text and sighed.

"And so the answer is infinity,"
I looked up apologetically at Farkle before putting my phone back in my pocket and packing up my things.
"Again?" he whined "What's up with you and Maya you guys always seem busy lately?"
I glanced at him before averting my eyes quickly to the phone in my pocket. It felt like a brick weighing me down. I gripped my bag strap tightly wondering when everything became such a bother.
"You are going to tell me?"

I quickly shot my eyes back at him and the look he gave me was enough to tell me that 'serious Farkle' had decided to resurface. He would have moments like these when he suspected his friends were hiding something he deemed too big to handle. I hated serious Farkle- he always wanted to help, and right now I didn't need it- no I didn't want it. He glared at me as if trying to read my thoughts and opened his mouth to say something.

"I have to go," I interrupted before bolting. I felt bad about it, I wasn't dense I knew he wanted to help. He just couldn't. Leaving the cafe I headed to the place I was called to. Each step I took was a reluctant one, but I powered through either way.

_#_

I slowly walked inside the abandoned building as I usually did when I was called. It was an old apartment building not far from mine, sometimes I think that's why they chose this place for us to meet. They wanted me to know that they were close. I walked further into the lobby of the building steeling my nerves as I looked at the stair case leading to the upper floor.
"It's a necessary evil," I mumbled before ascending the steps. Soon enough I was in front of apartment 64. I slowly knocked on the door and waited.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"

"Punctual as always I see,"

"Wouldn't want to offend," I swiftly walked pass her, the one who would always open the door. She would always make me wait exactly five seconds after I knocked. I knew she was always at the door, because that was her station. She was their look out, informant and messenger, and for some reason she purposely waited five seconds after verifying it was me. I assumed she looked through the peep hole, so she knew who was knocking.

Did she do it to observe me? Or was it an intimidation tactic?

I looked back at her golden eyes and the smirk that played on her lips. I quirked an eyebrow at the smug look and she simply shrugged before flipping her dark brown locks over her shoulder.

"You're just too easy Mathews," she breathed out the explanation like it was common knowledge.

Was she...bored?

I scoffed at the realization of her mild hazing and crossed my arms. "Are you the only one here today?"

Her narrow eyes lit up at the change in topic and she nodded as she closed the door. "Everyone is busy so they asked me to relay the message,"

"Texting wasn't enough?"

"This information is too sensitive,"

I gave her a quizzical look before sitting down on the old sofa in the middle of the room. She sat on the broken love seat on the other side still facing me as she spoke.

"So I'm sure you know we're in the middle of negotiations?" She started.

I nodded, how I could forget? I had to ensure Maya and her trio of idiots were far away from this mess. Knowing the movement of these guys 'politics' if you will was necessary.

"Well one leader isn't really budging on the whole integration idea," she continued.

My eyes widened a fraction and I gripped the side of the sofa to steady my rising panic. "You mean one leader wants war?"
At that she smirked before shaking her head. "Then what is it? I know how persuasive Kira can be,"

"Kira is persuasive yes, but it seems this situation needs to be handled with more of- a gentle touch,"

My eyes blinked a few and I stared at her waiting for an explanation. "Riley how much do you know about Einstein Academy?"

I shrugged my shoulders "The kids there are the main producers of- 'medicine' " I stuttered the last part remembering how shocked I was when I first found out. Who would have thought the kids of New York's intelligentsia would even dirty their hands with this.
"But what do they have to do with this, they just make the drugs right?"

She nodded before sighing "make, package, and, distribute"

My interest peaked at her use of the word 'distribute'. Only gangs distributed, those kids at Einstein were supposed to only make them.

"It seems that another gang was recently formed over there, and their backing is very good,"

I shook my head in confusion trying to understand what she was saying. This makes no sense. I literally did research on Einstein Academy two months ago. The kids there don't even seem interested in anything else other than money. "I'm sorry, but how can a bunch of chem heads form such a strong gang that even Kira can't handle alone?"

"Money,"

Of course.

"You know anyone by the name of Isadora?"

I quirked an eyebrow at her before nodding.

"Good"

_#_

The day seemed normal enough. I took my usual seat beside Maya with Farkle behind me and my dad was going on about some other historic war that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Ever since I got wrapped up in all this stuff the whimsy in his lessons seemed to have deteriorated. It saddened me really. Watching my dad give his all so that I can make good out of my life, or rather so that all his students could do good. Yet recently everyone and everything had seemed to be held back by something. It was like our try selves were hiding in plain sight. Sighing I slumped in my seat deciding to at least listen to some of the lesson.

It wasn't half way through class until she stepped in. Her brown hair was tied in a low pony tail. She adorned a simple white dress and the glasses she wore framed her soft brown eyes.

She was pure evil as far as I was concerned. I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned away from the intruder hiding in sheep clothing. "What's Smackle doing here?" Farkle whispered his eyes jetting from me toward his old nemesis who was talking to my dad.

"You tell me Farkle, I mean she is your rival." He glanced back at me quickly as if shocked by the memory.

"Yeah we were," he mumbled more to himself. I eyed him suspiciously as he simply sat back in his seat seemingly done with the conversation.

He was hiding something.

Turning back around in my own chair I saw dad address the class with Smackle standing shyly next to him. "This is Isadora she will be staying with us for a while on a student exchange program. As you guys already know Yogi went to Einstein Academy on the same program so now Isadora will be staying with us until his return,"

She smiled brightly as she looked around the room, but paused when her eyes locked with mine. We eyed each other for a while coming to a silent agreement.

We both had secrets, it would be pointless to address each other right then and there.

"Alright Isadora you can take a seat next to Farkle right there," dad instructed. She nodded and took her assigned seat, and soon enough the wolf hid well among the flock I was trying to protect.

It didn't take long for class to end and we were dismissed for lunch. I quickly turned around in my seat before any one started to move smiling at the two behind me.
"Hey Smackle it been a while," I greeted. She returned the gesture with a toothy grin of her own.

"Hey Riley," she then turned her attention to Farkle who simply gave her a curt nod. " so how's my ex rival doing these days? "

"He goes by Donie Barnes now," Maya interjected. Smackle almost flinched at the new addition to the conversation as if she barely noticed Maya sitting next to me. She shot her a confused look before turning to me.

"Long story," I chuckled.

The small conversation was awkward to say the least, but I needed to keep her close- close enough so that I can find out what exactly was going on. "So we staying here all of lunch time," Maya stated more than asked as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the classroom door. I watched as she strode outside waiting at the door.

"We'll meet you guys up in a minute,"

Farkle glanced surprisingly at Smackle, she basically told him to get loss with a smile. I nodded at him as a way of saying 'it was ok' and he reluctantly obliged meeting Maya at the door. "He's still adorable," she started looking in his direction. I didn't answer, opting to observe her instead. She wasn't much different from her days in middle school. Her clothing choice did seem to lack its usual flare however. Gone were her colourful blazers and plaid skirts, what replaced them was a simple yet elegant white. Everything was white, her scroungy, the summer dress she wore, even the necklace she had on was white silver.

"You wear your facade well," I stated after some time, "The white suits you,"

Her smile never left her face, eyes still on Farkle she didn't meet my eyes this time. "Do you know what they call me now Riley?" she breathed ignoring my earlier comment. I snorted at the strange question that seemingly came out of nowhere. Was she trying to show off? Intimidate me maybe?

"I heard you go by the doctor now?"

She finally turned to me, "Gotta dress the part sometimes. I rolled my eyes at that and decided to move the conversation to a more revealing topic.

"Okay then doc, mind telling me what you're doing here?"

"You heard your dad,"

"No I mean, what you and the rest of your dealers are doing. I heard you rejected Kira's offer,"

She blinked in surprise at what I said and then her lips perked into a smirk as she leaned closer to me. "Why would I or anyone at the academy for that matter want to associate your boss?"

"Because she's looking for peace, and you're turning your back on that?"

I watched as she took a deep breath and looked back at the door toward Farkle. He was busy talking to Maya, both of them had their backs to us. I stared at them intently as well. Farkle was grilling her about something, and Maya wasn't having it. Flailing arms and hushed shouts, their conversation seemed more interesting than ours.

"Peace was it? Is that what your good friend Kira told you?"

"Yeah," I replied still staring at the door.

"And how is that working out for you?"

_#_

"Not very good," I breathed. I stared at the pacing look out as I leaned against the wall of the old apartment. She was nervous, her frantic movements were making me uncomfortable. The usually composed look out was in some sort of silent panic.

"So she- the doc still won't take the deal?" She asked for the one hundredth time. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and nodded.

"She said Kira can take her convoluted idea of peace, stick it in a bong and - I think you get the picture,"

"This is bad,"

I watched her some more as her shoes added to the wear and tear of the exhausted wooden floor. I was beginning to get annoyed by her fidgeting thought. I mean I understood what was at stake here. I got why I was being called on more often. I knew why the frantic brunette that was pacing in front of me was the only person I'd see at these 'meetings'.

Everyone was busy doing something and it was near. That event that has the ability to make or break everything.

"Look I'll work on Isadora,"

She suddenly stopped moving and turned to me as if finally remembering that I was in the room with her. "Riley look, I know we asked you to do this in the first place but I think this job may be a little too big for you now,"

"Too big? I've known Smackle since we were kids,"

"Riley-"

"No, I know what you guys do to people when you think they're a bother. I'll take care of Smackle,"

She gave me a hard glare as if to say 'stand down'. But how could I possibly do that. One day Smackle could be here and the next she's in a comma? Nope I wasn't about to trust these people.

"I- I can't ruin anyone else's life," I mumbled. Her sharp eyes softened when I said this and she released a heavy sigh.

"Look Mathews I get it I really do, but if your friend doesn't stand down we'll have to step in soon".

She placed some emphasis at the end and I nodded in understanding.

I left the apartment building soon after that, I never did like to over stay my welcome. It was getting late and I had to make a report about Smackle right after school. Not that I had much to report on. Smackle basically told me to jump off of several bridges.

What did they expect from her though? Setting it up so that she came to my school, I had no problem seeking her out at the academy. Kira's methods were not always clear, but never this confusing. She wanted to be on Smackle's good side, so why would she force her to leave her beloved academy?

I looked back up at the apartment building that I just exited from trying to wrap my mind around their intentions. I could vaguely see the brunette I was talking to earlier and I thought back on what she said the first time she mentioned Smackle to me.

_#_

You know anyone by the name of Isadora?"

I quirked an eyebrow at her before nodding.

"Good"

"What about Smackle?"

"Come on Riley, let's put two and two together shall we?"

"Smackle is clean," I said confidently. Was this overrated door guard serious? This was Smackle we were talking about. Sweet, socially awkward Smackle.
"I've known her since diapers just like Maya and Farkle- the most she's ever done is beat Farkle in some spelling bee,"

I was not going to let up. They already had Maya there was no way I was letting them get someone else I cared about-

"When was the last time you two spoke to each other?"
Her eyes sparked with a knowing look, but the frown remained on her face. Shaking my head I looked away from her.

"I don't need to talk to her every day, she's my friend and I believe-"

"Yeah then what about you?"

I looked at her in surprise, her voice was calm, but she wore a look of judgment on her face.
Did she think I wanted to be in this place, with her? I didn't even know her name - in fact I barely knew anything about her or the group she was mixed up in. I didn't want this, I couldn't handle it.

"I have my reasons," I mumbled not liking the way the conversation deviated.

"It seems your friend Smackle has reasons of her own too, she and her chem heads as you put it holds 92% of the market right now."

I had to clench my teeth to prevent my jaw from dropping. Staring at her in disbelief she nodded before continuing. "She's not that quiet kid you remember Riley and you're not the only person that changed,"

I clenched my hands tightly into a fist. First Maya now Smackle, how many of my friends were wrapped up in to this?

"Kira wanted you to keep an eye on her, she arranged it so that Smackle will transfer to your school for a while,"

"But how could she manage-"

"Money," she answered in a heartbeat. I didn't know much about Kira, just that she's got connections, she's my age, and most importantly she has Maya.

"Kira wants her away from the academy where they make their products, she also wants the chem heads to go without a leader for a while. Maybe they will self-implode without guidance."

_#_

I felt my phone buzz off in my pocket snapping me out of my reverie. Taking one final look at the building I started to walk in the direction of my home while I took my phone out.

Bay Window

I read the message half expecting the sky to fall, because it's been months since Maya willingly went to the bay window to talk. Putting those thoughts aside I hurried my pace interested in what she could possibly want to talk about.

Ever since she went back to those idiots that night she's been understandably different. I didn't pry, because I simply didn't have to. In exchange for the information I give to Kira I would get information on Maya. And from what I could see Maya and her merry band of dumb asses were in way over their heads. Hell the only reason they were in one piece was because of me.

I stopped at the entrance of my apartment building feeling the butterflies in my stomach attack my intestines. It would have been months since we had a serious talk. She had been avoiding the bay window so she wouldn't have to tell me- the anxiety was killing me and pretty soon I was entering my apartment throwing out random greetings to my parents as I passed by them and into my room.

She sat with her legs crossed, smile beaming up at me as soon as our eyes met.
"Peaches," I smiled back. It was half-hearted sad even, but she didn't have to know.

She looked around as if she hadn't been in my room for years rather than months, letting out an exasperated sigh her body concaved in its self allowing her to curl up on the ledge of my window.

She looked tired.

Don't give up, just give me some more time so I can figure it out. Those comforting words stayed in my throat as I stared at my defeated friend.

"Just let me sleep, the a/c at home is broken," she mumbled as her eyes fluttered close. It literally took a minute for my room to be filled with her soft breathing. I stepped closer to her and sat on the floor so that her head could rest on my shoulder. I leaned back on the wall so I could get more comfortable. She stirred in her sleep a few times but eventually got comfortable.

I looked at her shivering form as she grasped at her hoodie. I rolled my eyes before grabbing the blanket that was conveniently tossed on the floor next to me and giggled. "A/C huh?"

I had to admit that was one her inferior lies. Awkwardly placing the blanket over her as best as I could in that position she seemed to have warmed up a little and snuggled into the blanket more. I smiled as she slept peacefully almost envying her.

"It's been a while since I did that,"

"What?" she mumbled half awake. I flinched at the sudden conversation, because i thought she was still sleeping. I looked down at her and her eyes were still closed, blonde hair a mess around her face.

"Sleep," I replied after some time. Her eyebrows furrowed once I said this and her eyes slowly fluttered open. She had a mixture of both confusion and worry etched on her face.

I didn't give her anymore ammunition however, "Worry not your pretty little head peaches, I'm just worried about our finals." Her eyes stayed on me for a while longer before seemingly accepting my answer. Softening her features her eyes fluttered back closed and her breathing started to calm once again.

"Get some sleep," she mumbled sloppily hanging part of her blanket on my shoulder. Our positioning was awkward and the partial coverage did very little for me, but the gesture was sweet. Shaking my head from mock annoyance I leaned closer on to the wall making sure to not move her head too much. I then inhaled deeply and shut my eyes. The shallow rising and falling of my chest was nothing more than me mimicking a peaceful nap like what the blonde next to me did. My senses were at its peak. Every scent, and sound not going unnoticed.

I figured this was a byproduct of my anxiety, or was I experiencing paranoia? Whatever it was, sleeping after some time became a distant luxury.

_#_

I watched her nervously as a forth tray had suddenly entered my peripheral. It slowly slid down the table in front of Farkle as Smackle took a seat in front of her ex rival. Her white button down sweater contrasted with her black nails as she tapped them on the table. "What, this seat taken?" Her question snapped us out of the silent glances we were giving her. The air around us became tense and she simply looked at us awaiting an answer. It wasn't that Farkle and Maya had a problem with Smackle, it just that the three of us weren't use to new company.

I cleared my throat to help rid the atmosphere of it tension and smiled at brunette. "Of course not you can have lunch with us any time,"

She nodded in response before eating a few of the fries she had on her tray. "So what do you guys do around here?"

I quirked an eyebrow at her to imply I didn't understand the question and she rolled her eyes before continuing. "I meant in regards to extracurricular activities,"

"Not much, we use to be on a debate team, but that disbanded when we left the eighth grade," Farkle replied. She took in the information and hummed to herself as she pondered something in her head.

"Can students from their own clubs here?"

At that question my heart almost stopped. What was she up to?

"Why?" Maya asked, finally deciding to contribute to the conversation. She was sitting next to me with one of legs propped up on an empty chair. Her head was resting in her hand and she wore a bored expression on her face as she addressed Smackle. "You wanna start some club while you're here for like two days?"

Smackle smirked at her, taking notice of Maya for the first time since she sat at the table. "Its two months actually, and your school seems to be lacking academically, but I was at least hoping for some fun after school activities,"

"Fun?" I repeated. She caught the edge in my voice and her smirk immediately widened.

"Sure, I was the president of the chemistry club back at Einstein."

I felt my fingers twitch as I held my shaking hands under the table and I released a deep breath before putting on the brightest smile I could muster. I didn't want Farkle or Maya to sense something was wrong. "Sorry I don't think that will be possible, seeing as how you're from another school and all,"

We stared at each other after that, silently telling the other to back down. The tension at this point was obvious and I didn't like the determined look the bespectacled girl wore.

"I'm sure Mr. Mathews can help us out, right Riley?"

I glared at Farkle who didn't read the mood as he blissfully continued. "I mean your dad teaches history, but I'm sure he could help us with forming a science club,"

"That's great news?" Smackle beamed. I rolled my eyes at her fake excitement knowing full well that she would have found a way to get what she wanted. I turned to Maya who was more interested in picking at her mash potatoes than listening to the conversation.

"Hey Smackle can you follow to buy a soda?"
At this Maya looked up from her potatoes and watched as Smackle and I walked away from the table toward the the lunch line. "Why are you doing this?" I asked once we were at the back of the lunch line and out of hearing distance from our table.

"Because I want you and Kira to understand something," she replied smirk never leaving her lips. She moved up in the line with her back turned to me and I knitted my eyebrows together trying to understand what she meant.
"You see you guys are held bent on controlling all the gangs in a five mile radius," she continued as we went up in the line. "So much so that your boss made it that I had to come here, away from my business, and friends,"

I watched her more closely as she stopped talking and picked up a bottle of water from the counter and made her way to the cashier. I followed her to the check outline and that's when she continued. "But you know what's funny? I run a business, not a gang. So why would Kira bother with me?"

"Maybe because, you own practically all the market, dealing is up there on the list of gang activities,"

She then turned to me, "who told you that?"

"Told me what?"

"That I own most of the market? Who told you that bull crap?"

I blinked at her in surprise not fully understanding the progression of the conversation.

"1 dollar," the lady at the chash register said interrupting us. Smackle turned around to face the woman and she paid before pulling me to the side of the cafeteria hurriedly.

"Who said that about me, that I owned most of the market share?"

I shrugged and looked away from her not wanting to reveal too much. "I'm their intelligence I'm suppose to know," I mumbled out pathetically.

Her eyebrows knitted together and her hand tightened around the bottle she held. "What kind of intelligence gets something like this so drastically wrong?"

Finally looking back at her I could see the sincere astonishment on her face as her hands shook. "Riley I'm a small time dealer that only takes clients from Einstein and other rich prep schools a like. The fuck would it be possible for me to have some kind of hold on all of fucking New York?"

She was livid, I gently took a step back before talking. "Well then my source as well as Kira are under the impression that your venture is a lot bigger than it really is,"

"Why would they think that, our target market barely has any correlation with each other. We don't even deal in the same stuff."

At this point my mind was doing summersaults. Smackle was confusing the hell out of me and I couldn't afford to stay ignorant in the position that I was in.
"Alright fine so you only sell to rich people, why were you about to set up shop here?"

Her arms folded across her chest and her stance became more defensive as she tried to control her anger. "Because you and Kira are trying to control me, I want to show you that it's futile,"

"Smack-"

"Forget it, I'm obviously not the only person that changed, you obviously judge me for what I'm doing so much so you're willing to plot against me with some child Al capone," she then moved closer to me slowly forcing me to back up a little, her smiled returned when she did this and I felt her hand pat my shoulder. Like mother comforting her child she spoke in a soothing tone "But it's alright Riley, I survive were ever I get thrown,"

She then quickly composed herself and backed a way from me. She exited the cafeteria after that and I was left watching her retreating figure bounce out the door like some happy child.

She had to have lost a few brain cells.

I looked back over at the table where Maya was glaring at the door with a frantic Farkle trying to keep her seated.

"I think she saw that," I mumbled to myself.

Slowly walking back to my table I avoided the prying looks that met me upon arrival. After sometime Farkle decided to speak up.

"So-"

"The hell was that Riley," Maya burst out, "what was with that intimidation thing she was trying to do?"

Shrugging I played it off as them misreading the conversation.

"Stay away from her," was the last thing said on the matter by Maya, who again had to be subdued by Farkle's pleas to not and I quote "bash her face against a window"

I smiled at her worry for me and nodded. It's not like I had a choice in the matter, but for now I'd put Maya's mind at ease as I figured out a way to get Smackle to side with Kira.

_#_

I watched defeated as another flier went up. His grin was brighter than usual and his features lit up even more with every flier they put up. I glared at the back of Smackle's head, wishing just once that looks could kill. They were a couple feet away putting up fliers for "John Quincy Adams chem heads". I would laugh at the name if the situation wasn't so serious.

He said something to her when they placed the last flier next to the classroom door and she giggled before nodding excitedly. They eventually said their goodbyes and Farkle headed in my direction when he spotted me sulking in the corner.

Three days, that's all the time it took for that brainiac to set up a new shop for her drugs. I was beginning to hate Isodora as the days went by, but I had to admit she gets the job done.

"Hey," he greeted as he approached me. I nodded my hello before taking a left over flier he had from his hands.

Raising it up to him quizzically I had to ask, "I thought we all agreed to stay away from her?"

"No Maya freaked out as usual, and we said something to calm her down." He walked around me and headed toward his locker at the end of the hall and I followed suit.

"Farkle I don't think this club is a good idea,"

"Why?"

The question hung in the air as we continued walking to his locker. When I didn't answer he took that as an opportunity to sport a triumphant smirk on his face. "See you can't even think of a reason,"

"Farkle-"

"Look Riley both you and Maya are hiding something. It's obvious and until one of you decide to talk I'm doing what I want,"

I gave him a pleading look, a look begging him to understand where I was coming from, but he wouldn't budge. Sighing in exasperation I crumbled the flier in my hand and threw it at his feet. He looked at it before rolling his eyes, "Fine you and Smackle do what you want, I tried"
I walked away before the conversation could finish, fed up with his stubbornness.

I knew he couldn't possibly know what was going on, but couldn't he at least do what I asked?

Annoyed at some of the colourful fliers along the way I ripped a few off the wall out of spite. Immature maybe, but I was annoyed. Smackle was here for only a week and had already found a way to put more of the people I loved in danger. The kids at this school were weak. I was positive it wouldn't take much effort to get her shop up and running in no time, and that was just not good in any respect.

Settling on a bench in front of my next class room, I ended my silent march and attempted to compose myself. I needed ideas, something that could just get things back in order. So that my school wouldn't turn into some drug lab, so that I could be on Kira's good side and get Maya out of the hole I helped to dig for her. I needed Smackle away from me and the people I cared about.

( )Authors Note ( ):

Hey guys, well would you look at that I'm starting a new fic without finishing the other one. Don't worry Girl meets perception is not forgotten, I just had this idea and thought –meh why not-. Any whooose I hope you guys take an interest in this story because I plan to have fun with it, so like it, follow it, favorite it or do whatever you want. BTW comments are always appreciated it keeps me motivated and all that junk.