(A/N) Hello everyone! This is another movie based fanfic for Girl Meets World. "The movie is called "10 Things I hate about You" and I highly recommend watching it if you haven't seen it, or even if you have it's worth another watch.
Some things you should know before reading this story is that Maya and Riley are now "Foster-sisters" in this fic, it was the only way to make it work in context. They go by Matthews-Hart but Maya identifies with Hart and Riley with Matthews which is why they still take on different surnames in this story. I love Katy but she doesn't fit in this story so unfortunately Maya becomes a foster kid.
Josh just happens to coin the same last name as Riley, they are not related in this story at all.
Oh, and I guess, yeah the no copyright infringement thing... not intended here, just writing for fun.
Please let me know what you think and I plan on continuing this till the end, so leave a review if you enjoyed and let me know if you want more. I will probably post a new chapter twice a week at most since I will be back in school and may not have the energy to work on writing any, I plan on writing in advance to keep the chapter posting consistent but you know how life can get. Ugh College.
It was a beautiful and sunny day in New York, a car full of four peppy teenagers sat bopping away to whatever catchy pop song was on the radio at a red light, clearly on their way to school. A car pulls up beside them at the light, blaring music drowns out theirs, the song "Bad Reputation" by Joan Jett. Maya Hart glances over at the peppy car, raising an eyebrow and clearly judging their overzealous attitude and bad taste in music, before driving off as the light changes to green.
Once at school, Maya weaves her way through the crowd of people doing various activities. Different sports, socializing cliques, the usual. Getting closer to the entrance she sees a girl putting up posters promoting their upcoming prom and quickly walks over to tear the it down, clearly disgusted and uninterested in the facade of social protocol.
"Hey!" The girl whines as Maya continues on her way, visibly unbothered.
In the Guidance Counselors office, Ms. Rand sat across a new transfer student, "I'll be right with you," She tells the student, glances up from her laptop.
The boy nods and she continues typing away, 'As his hand slid up her creamy white thighs, she could feel his huge member pulsating with desire.' She finished her sentence and then closed the laptop to engage with the student.
"So, Lucas, here you go." She hands him some papers and walks over towards the window, "Nine schools in ten years, my, my. Army Brat?"
"Yeah, my-my dad is uh-"
"That's enough." She cuts him off, looking back from her place at the window, "I'm sure you won't find Abigail Adams High any different than your old schools," She assures him just as three eggs splat against the outside of her office window. "Same little ass-wipe, shit for brains everywhere." She laughs.
Lucas is clearly startled by her statement, "Excuse me? Did you just say... Am-am I in the right office?" He glances around the room before squinting at her in confusion.
"Not anymore you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish, now scoot." Ms. Rand dismisses him. "Scoot!" She tells him again when Lucas doesn't move, dumbfounded by how different this school already was.
"Okay." Lucas scrambles to get his things before heading towards the door, still in a state of shock, "Thanks." He backs up and bumps into the coat hanger in her office before nearly bumping into another student about to enter.
"Joshua Matthews," She states at the older boy standing in the doorway of her office. "I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual."
"Only so we can have these moments together," Josh smirks at her, "should I, uh, hit the lights?" He mocks.
"Oh, very clever Beanie Boy. It says here," Ms. Rand looked over the file in her hand, "that you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" She questioned him.
Josh sighed, "I was joking with the lunch lady, it was a bratwurst." He explains.
"Bratwurst?" Ms. Rand glances down to his lower half, "Aren't we the optimist." Josh fixes her with an offended expression as she grins at herself, "Next time, keep it in your pants, okay? Scoot!" She tells him as she walks back to her desk to continue working on her novel to change the word 'member' into 'bratwurst.'
"Hello! Farkle Minkus, I'm supposed to show you around." Farkle introduces himself while shaking Lucas' hand.
"Oh, hi. Thank god, you know, uh... normally they send down one of those Audio Visual geeks." Lucas releases a sigh of relief.
"Oh, I do... I know what you mean." Farkle fakes a laugh.
"Hey, Farkle, where should we put the slides?" An Audio Visual 'geek' asks Farkle, pushing a cart full of equipment.
"Farkle?" Farkle pretends to not know the guy and instead puts an arm around Lucas to guide him away from the scene. "So, uh... Lucas," Farkle checks a piece of paper with the name written on it, "here's the break down; over there you've got your basic beautiful people, now unless they talk to you first... don't bother."
"Well... wait... is that your rule or theirs?" Lucas asked, confused by Farkle's statement.
Farkle holds up one finger, "Watch... Hey there." He greets as they walk by, not engaging in any eye contact and staring straight ahead.
"Eat me." One of the guys barked back.
"See?" Farkle demonstrates as they continue on until they are outside of the school in the front yard where most of the other cliques were, "Now to the left we have the coffee kids," narrowly avoiding one kid who spills his cup Farkle leans closer to Lucas and lowered his voice, "very edgy. Don't make any sudden movements around them."
He goes on to explain more cliques to Lucas, "These delusional's are your 'White Rasta's' uh... they're big Bob Marley fans... they think they're black. Semi-political, but mostly they-"
"Smoke a lot of Weed?" Lucas guessed.
"Yeah... These guys..." Farkle points to a group of plaid-clad, and cowboy hat wearing, individuals throwing lasso's in the air to snag the garbage cans.
"No, no, let me guess... Cowboys?"
"Yeah, but the closest they've come to a cow is McDonald's." Farkle laughs at his own joke before continuing on, "These are your future MBA - we're all Ivy League accepted, Yuppie greed is back, my friend. How's everybody doing?" He asks.
"Close it, Yogi!" One of the future MBA members said to another student as they shun Farkle.
"Yesterday I was their god." Farkle tells Lucas, annoyed by their behaviour towards him.
"What happened?" Lucas asks.
Farkle sighs, "Yogi started a rumour that I, uh... buy my Izods at an outlet mall..."
"So they kicked you out?" Lucas, surprised by the petty action.
"Hostile takeover." Farkle states, "But don't worry... he'll pay... Now over here-"
"Oh, my god." Lucas said in awe before catching himself as he catches sight of a beautiful and tall brunette girl walking by. "What group is she in?" He asks, awestruck by her.
"The 'don't even think about it' group." Farkle states disinterestedly. "Riley Matthews, she's a Sophomore."
"I burn, I pine, I parish." Lucas can't control the things coming out of his mouth.
"Of course you do..." Farkle mumbles, "You know she's beautiful and deep. Pure." Farkle leads him over close enough so they could hear Riley's conversation with her friend.
"Yeah, but see... there's a difference between 'like' and 'love' because I like my Sketchers... but I love my Prada backpack." Riley states.
"But I... love my Sketchers?" Her friend offers up.
"That's because you don't have a Prada backpack." Riley explains.
"Oh!" Her friend says as it all makes sense to her and the two walk further away out of earshot.
"Listen, forget her. Incredibly uptight father and it's a widely known fact that the Matthews-Hart sisters aren't allowed to date."
"Uh-huh... Yeah... Whatever." Lucas is still left in a daze by Riley Matthews as he continues to watch her leave.
