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Okay guys, here is the first part of the episode "Girl Meets Cigarettes". Review if you want me to continue! Enjoy guys! :)
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." Lucas hobbled into the school one morning as Riley looked up from her math book. She noticed Lucas was in some sort of pain, and she immediately became worried when he walked over to her and sat by her locker.
"Lucas? Lucas, what happened to you?" Riley bent down and gazed into his eyes, Lucas letting out a sigh while shuddering slightly.
"I'll tell you what happened. Basketball practice happened." Lucas groaned, Riley rubbing his shoulders slightly. "I love basketball and all but those guys are extremely tough when it comes to drills. I don't think I can feel my legs." Riley couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and she knew that him being on the basketball team was tough but this was the price Lucas had to pay if he wanted to be popular in High School.
"Well, you were the one that wanted to play sports." Riley reminded him, Lucas letting out a sigh. "Remember, it's not worth being popular if it means you're going to hurt yourself or someone else." Lucas chuckled as Riley went into her locker, a pom-pom falling to the floor. Lucas raised an eyebrow towards her as Riley went to pick up the pom-pom, Lucas crossing his arms and letting out a smirk.
"Yes, says the girl that's on the cheerleading squad." Lucas chuckled, Riley pointing a finger at him.
"Hey, I'm on the cheerleading squad because one of the cheerleaders got hurt." Riley responded. "It was highly unfortunate she'll be out for the year with a leg sprain."
"How is she holding up?" Lucas wondered.
"Oh quite well, she's doing the scholastic decathlon so she'll live." Riley replied as she and Lucas started making their way to the lunchroom for breakfast. On the way there, they noticed the art kids that were in Maya's club, hanging around in a corner and talking among themselves. "What do you think girls like that talk about?" Riley wondered, Lucas raising an eyebrow at her. "I mean, they're probably all…paints, oil pastels, markers!"
"Yeah, that would be their conversation if they were in the fifth grade." Lucas reminded her, Riley letting out a smile. "I mean, this is high school. They're probably talking about how Chad from gym class is 'hot'…their words, not mine." Riley playfully nudged him while Maya and Farkle joined them after exiting one of the classrooms.
"What's up weirdoes?" Maya questioned as Riley and Lucas turned around, glancing back towards the art kids.
"Why aren't you hanging with the art kids?" Riley asked. "I mean, they are in your afterschool club, right?"
"Yeah they are, but they aren't my kind of friends." Maya stared at them. "At least I think they aren't my kind of friends. They mainly talk…not enough art."
"You mean you haven't even talked to them?" Lucas stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Maya, how are you going to make friends that aren't us if you don't talk to people?"
"Why should I talk to them? I mean, I have you guys, right?" Maya pointed to Riley, Farkle and Lucas but cringed when she looked at the boys. Finally, she just pointed her finger to Riley and gave her best friend a smile. "I have you, right?"
"Yes, and you're always going to have me." Riley put a hand over her heart before pointing to the art kids. "But it's okay if you make new friends."
"I made friends with the robotics club. Does that count?" Farkle raised his hand, causing Maya to shake her head.
"No, because the robotics club is full of people who don't socialize on a Friday night." Maya smirked. Her attention reverted towards the art girls, her interest piquing in what it would feel like to be in a clique. "You know what; maybe I should go over there and talk to them." Maya declared…but she was immensely shocked when she found she wasn't walking towards them. "Riley?"
"Yep?" Riley asked, Maya appearing almost mortified.
"I can't move my feet." Maya meekly said.
"Here, let me give you a push." Riley walked behind Maya before shoving her towards the art kids, Maya turning around and noticing Riley, Farkle and Lucas were waving at her. Maya groaned and started walking towards them, deciding to take Riley's word and make new friends. Meanwhile, Farkle looked almost bothered by something, which caught Lucas's attention.
"Farkle, what's the matter?" Lucas asked.
"I just realized something…" Farkle turned around and grabbed Lucas's shirt. "I'm going to end up being a loser for the rest of my life! I'm associating with the robotics kids!"
"Farkle, why does it matter what club you join?" Riley questioned. "If people really wanted to hang out with you, they'd like you for you."
"Yeah, there's going to be a problem with that.." Farkle looked away, Riley and Lucas wondering what Farkle did. Instead of asking, Lucas thought of a way to teach Farkle that popularity didn't matter.
"Farkle, I have an idea on how you can be popular." Lucas explained, Farkle's eyes widening and a gleeful cackle escaping his lips.
"Tell me your secret." Farkle leaned closer, Riley simply crossing her arms and looking away.
"Why don't you swing by basketball tryouts this afternoon?" Lucas suggested. "The team still needs reserves and I think you'll be perfect for that."
"Really?" Farkle pumped his fist with excitement. "I'm going to do it; I'm going to try out!" Farkle ran away from both Riley and Lucas, the both of them exchanging glances.
"Do you think he has any shot to make the basketball team?" Riley honestly asked him.
"If we're speaking with all honesty…he has no chance to make the basketball team." Lucas answered. "But don't worry, this is just to teach Farkle a little lesson." Riley and Lucas decided to head to their first class of the day, leaving Maya hanging with the art kids and Farkle preparing for basketball tryouts.
"Can you believe it?" Riley questioned as she and Maya walked along the halls towards one of the classrooms later that afternoon. "We're finally High School freshman, which means we can finally explore the wonders of the world…in health class!" Maya looked up at the classroom and stared back at Riley, wondering how Riley could have so much energy.
"It's health class, the most they're going to teach us is how to eat healthy." Maya groaned as she and Riley entered the room. "I don't need the teacher lecturing that I can have cake but I can't eat it. Why can't I have cake and eat it?"
"Um, they're not literally telling you that you can't have cake. It's figurative." Riley clapped her hands slightly, Maya appearing shocked at Riley's words.
"They put the cake in jail?" Maya put a hand over her mouth. "That's taking it too far!"
"No, no, not fugitive…figurative. It's…well it's kind of…I'll explain later." Riley and Maya sat in the front row of the classroom, but they were surprised by the teacher that was standing before them—it was Cory. "Dad?!"
"Mr. Matthews…I thought you teach history…you know, that class we had this morning?" Maya reminded him.
"I know, but apparently I'm the only teacher in this school so, there you go." Cory wrote on the board, turning back as the students started filing in. "I'm also the lunch monitor and I run detention."
"There are only so many hours in the day, Mr. Matthews." Maya opened her notebook to write down a few notes.
"All right, since everyone's here, we're going to get started on today's lesson." Cory picked up a picture of what looked to be a cigarette, showing it to the entire class. "Ladies and gentlemen, your first lesson is a cigarette."
"We're getting a lesson from a cigarette?" Maya pointed towards the picture. "Now I've seen everything."
"As funny as you're trying to be Ms. Hart, cigarettes are no joke." Cory walked around the classroom. "They have nicotine and tobacco, which makes it a highly addictive drug. However, this drug isn't like caffeine. Nicotine and tobacco can cause different forms of cancer, making it dangerous not only to yourself but to those around you. That's why this school has a no cigarette policy, and that's why harsh action is taken when a student is caught with one of these." Riley and Maya saw Cory going to the front of the room, him sitting down at his desk. "Now, does anyone have any questions?"
"I have one." Riley raised her hand, Cory acknowledging she could speak. "Why does the picture of a cigarette have a face on it?"
"Yeah, he looks kind of friendly." Maya added, Cory glancing at the picture.
"He's not friendly." Cory said. "This is what the tobacco company calls a marketing gimmick. They make kids think it's cool to smoke so they market cigarettes with either pictures of a smiling cigarette or they use your favorite celebrities in order to tempt you to use them."'
"I think the celebrities should sue." Maya continued looking at Cory with horror. "That's against their privacy rights."
"The point is, cigarettes are bad for you and I don't ever want to catch any of my students using them." Cory walked up to the desk in front of Riley and Maya, specifically pointing at Riley. "Especially you, little missy who thinks pictures of smiling cigarettes are cute."
"Actually, that was Maya." Riley pointed to Maya who flashed a grin at him.
"I want everyone in this class to repeat after me; I will never touch a cigarette because they are bad for me." Cory pointed his finger to the rest of the class, but almost everyone looked bored with Cory's lecture. "Girls, help me out here."
"I will never touch a cigarette because they are bad for me." Riley and Maya spoke in unison.
"Even though I would probably marry that little smiling cigarette in the picture." Maya added, Cory and Riley snapping their fingers.
"So close." Cory grimaced before the bell rang, the kids getting up from their seats and heading to their next class. "Riley, Maya, can I speak to you two please?"
"Oh no, we're about to get a lecture." Maya sounded fearful, her eyes shifting to the ceiling. "Quick Riles, help me up to the vent so I can climb my way to freedom."
"You're not in trouble." Cory assured them, Maya suddenly feeling at ease. "I just wanted to make sure that I got the point across to you two, that cigarettes are dangerous and they are never to be touched. If you touch a cigarette, I will cut both your hands off."
"What?!" Riley looked down at her hands, interlocking her fingers together. "But I need my hands! How am I supposed to point or eat or cover my nose when I sneeze?"
"I'm not literally going to cut your hands." Cory added, Riley now suddenly feeling at ease. "But you will be in big trouble. You got me?"
"We understand dad." Riley promised him. "We will not touch a cigarette because we know they are bad for us."
"Don't worry Mr. Matthews, you got your lesson through to the two of us." Maya promised, the both of them heading out the door. As soon as the door closed, Riley stared at Maya, her shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"Well, how did it go with the art kids?" Riley asked. "Did they invite you into their friendship circle yet?"
"Riley…no one says friendship circle in High School. It sounds very kindergarten-ish." Maya soothingly told her friend before continuing. "And, no. They kind of refuse to talk to me and I kind of wish they would. I really want them to take me seriously as an artist and…let's face it, I need to discuss art with someone that actually understands it."
"I understand art." Riley pointed a finger to her chest.
"All right, what do you think when you look at the Mona Lisa?" Maya quizzed, Riley's face suddenly appearing blank.
"Mona, who's Lisa?" Riley's questioned proved enough of a point to Maya, Maya flashing her friend a grin and patting her shoulder.
"Exactly kid, exactly." Maya turned around and started making her way towards her next class, Riley skipping down the hall on the way to the gym.
That afternoon, Farkle entered the gym with almost a glimmer of hope in his eye. On one end of the gym, there were the cheerleaders and they were discussing their next routine. On the other end of the gym, it was the basketball players and they were discussing plays for their first game of the season. Farkle noticed Lucas was on the bench drinking water, him making his way over and sitting down next to him. However, Farkle noticed that while Lucas was drinking water, his eyes were glued to something else…or someone else.
"Lucas?" Farkle cleared his throat, Lucas glancing over at him. "For the love of Farkle, just go tell Riley you like her?"
"What are you talking about Farkle?" Lucas let out a slightly nervous chuckle but masked it as him thinking Farkle was outrageous for asking a question of that sort. "I do not like Riley."
"Yes you do, you love her." Farkle playfully teased, Lucas feeling his cheeks turn red.
"Okay, and even if I liked Riley, I'm not going to risk my friendship with her." Lucas explained, taking another swing of water. "She's too important for me to lose and I can't lose her. I mean, if I lost her, then I'd be forced to lean on Maya's shoulder for comfort…and we all know Maya's not the comforting type."
"But if you don't tell Riley then someone is going to make their move." Farkle reminded him. "And you wouldn't want to sit on the sidelines while Riley was dating someone else."
"Farkle, we're 14. I think that's a little too young for us to date, don't you think?" Lucas scoffed.
"We're in High School." Farkle said. "High School is a brand new ball game than middle school…and here is where girls date guys. Now I'm not saying that you have to tell Riley how you feel today."
"Okay, cool." Lucas sounded relieved as Farkle nodded his head. However, Farkle turned his head towards the cheerleaders and got up from the bench, hoping to create some sort of attention.
"HEY RILEY!" Farkle yelled across the gym, Lucas appearing petrified. "LUCAS WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" Farkle and Lucas saw Riley walk towards them, Lucas appearing as if he wasn't too happy with Farkle.
"Farkle, why?" Lucas started to say before Riley bounced in front of him, Lucas turning his head and giving a smile. "Why…hello there, Riley?"
"Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?" Riley wondered, Lucas trying to think of something so he didn't have to tell Riley his feelings for her.
"Um…nice…um…shoes." Lucas pointed to Riley's shoes, Riley glancing down at them. "I thought they were so cool and I just had to tell you…where can I buy a pair for my…sister…?"
"You have a sister?" Riley crossed her arms with a smile. "You never told me you had a sister."
"Yeah…you…you never met her, she's in college. She's been there…for longer than my existence." Lucas nervously chuckled as Riley let out a giggle.
"MATTHEWS! We're going to run the drill again!" One of the cheerleaders screamed, Riley turning back towards Lucas and Farkle and waving at them.
"Well, I better get back." Riley pointed towards the cheerleaders. "Cheering awaits." Riley turned back on her heels and went to the cheerleaders, Lucas glancing at Farkle and grimacing towards him.
"You have the perfect chance to tell Riley and you blew it." Farkle got up from the bench with Lucas following.
"Yeah, because telling Riley I love her in a smelly gym is really going to be memorable." Lucas quipped before grabbing a basketball on the rack. "All right, you want to make the team, try to shoot a basket."
"Okay." Farkle grabbed the basketball and threw it towards the hoop, but Lucas looked shocked when the ball actually went inside the basket. Lucas pointed towards the basket and back at Farkle, grabbing another ball and handing it to him.
"I bet you can't do it again." Lucas challenged.
"Challenge accepted." Farkle grabbed the basketball and threw it into the hoop, Lucas now stuffing his hands in his basketball short pockets. "So, did I do good?"
"You're going to be an absolute stud on the basketball team." Lucas patted his back. "You're in."
"YES! I made the team! Thank you, I am Farkle!" Farkle declared but Lucas still had a smug look on his face, something Farkle caught. "Oh no, what's going on now?"
"Well Farkle, you made the team and you're on your way to being popular…but now the real work begins." Lucas put a hand on Farkle's shoulder, staring into space. "Training. Training everywhere."
"I can't wait." Farkle said, taking another basketball and throwing it into the hoop, Lucas glancing back and clapping his hands together once. He couldn't wait for Farkle to see just how tough it was to be popular.
Maya entered the art room that afternoon for art club, glancing at some of the kids that were there. Maya remembered two of the girls from her first meeting and they weren't much help; one of them was named Sheila and another was named Kristen, but the rest of the students names came as a blur. As Maya entered the room and sat on the stool, Kristen glanced over to her and tapped her shoulder.
"Have we seen you around her before?" Kristen asked, Maya letting out a slightly confused glance.
"I was here last week for the first meeting." Maya reminded her. "Do you not really remember me?"
"Nope." Kristen looked away as Maya started drawing on the canvas, Sheila getting up and taking Maya's piece of paper. Maya turned around and stared at Sheila, getting up from her seat and glaring at her with anger.
"That was my sheet of paper." Maya calmly said, although her face expression told them she was ready to do whatever it took to get it back.
"Oh, so this was your sheet of paper?" Kristen and Sheila laughed, Maya glancing at the both of them. "Maya, I thought you knew that in art club, we don't really do art."
"What?" Maya looked at the name of the club on the board, her eyes glancing back at the two older girls. "How can this not be art club? It says the word "art" in it."
"It says the word art in it, but that doesn't mean this is art club." Sheila nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders; Maya still not comprehending where Sheila was coming from. "Of course, it doesn't surprise me that a freshman doesn't get this club."
"We're some of the coolest kids in school." Kristen circled around Maya, hoping to intimidate the little girl. "And that means when we do things, everyone expects us to uphold an image. You know we've seen you in school and you're always hanging around the three kids who look like they don't belong here. Those aren't your real friends Maya."
"What are you talking about? Riley, Farkle and Lucas are my friends." Maya's anger evaporated as confusion took over. "They were the ones that wanted me to do this art class anyway."
"Why did they want you to do this art class? Because they were tired of hanging around you and they needed you out of their hair?" Sheila asked, Maya shaking her head. "Let's face it; they're all too busy for you. One of them is on the basketball team; the other is a cheerleader and Frackle…"
"Farkle." Maya corrected them. "His name is Farkle and you're wrong. They're not abandoning me; we're just doing our own things."
"You're doing your own things, right…" Kristen smirked. "Do you know what happens when friends from middle school go and do their own things? They end up separated and by graduation day, you're wondering where were your friends that were in middle school? That's how Sheila and I met…because our friends abandoned us and we started our own friendship. This art club is just a way for initiation."
"We let you in because we thought that there was a rebel deep inside you, waiting to get out." Sheila and Kristen smirked. "You're one of us Maya; you're not one of them."
"So you really think that I'm one of you guys?" Maya was surprised that the two girls actually wanted her in their club. "Wow, I…I'm surprised."
"We know you are, but if you want to join us…there's something you have to do." Sheila and Kristen motioned for Maya to follow them, Maya eventually grabbing her backpack and heading towards the bathroom. As Maya opened and closed the door, they saw Sheila and Kristen were going towards their pocket—and they pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Maya blankly stared at the cigarettes in Sheila's hand, finally using her finger to point.
"Those…those are cigarettes." Maya blankly stated.
"No, they're candy." Kristen sarcastically retorted before taking one out of the box and handing it to Maya. "This was how we all got in…and besides, we're in the girls' bathroom so that means that no teacher can find us."
"But…there's a no smoking policy in this school." Maya reminded them.
"And?" Sheila didn't see Maya's point. "Maya, Maya, Maya…you want to be popular in this school, right? Well this is the only way it's going to happen. All the cool kids are doing it. So what do you say, Maya? Are you going to take it and smoke, or get out and we kick you out of art club?" Maya was absolutely stuck. She didn't want to be known as a goody-two-shoes for the rest of her life, but she also didn't want to be kicked out of art club. Maya made a promise to Cory that she wasn't going to smoke and that she wasn't even going to touch a cigarette. Maya knew what the right choice was, and she was going to make it. Maya took the cigarette from Sheila and had every intention of breaking the cigarette in half and throwing it in the toilet, but before she could make her move, the door to the bathroom opened, and it was Cory doing a bathroom check to make sure people weren't cutting class. Cory entered and stared at Maya, Sheila and Kristen, the three of them almost looking petrified with fear, but when Cory saw the cigarette in Maya's hand, he was shocked, even frustrated.
"What in the world is going on here?!" Cory eventually found his voice after the shock wore off, Maya shaking her head to explain her case.
"Maya was smoking in the bathroom, Mr. Matthews." Sheila raised her hand, Kristen nodding her head with her friend. "We were just going to tell her to stop when you came in." Cory looked back to Maya, his hand on his hips and a stern glance appearing on his face.
"Mr. Matthews, that's not true." Maya tried to plead her case, but it almost looked like Cory wasn't going to hear it.
"Really? Because the last time I checked, you were the one holding the cigarette in your hand." Cory grabbed the cigarette from her, his face suddenly turning to hurt. "Maya, after you promised you weren't going to touch a cigarette, you did…and I'm guessing you were going to smoke it too."
"Mr. Matthews, I wasn't going to…" Maya saw Cory's hand go up, almost as if he didn't want to hear anymore.
"You can plead your case to the principal Ms. Hart." Cory really hated that he had to do this, but he motioned for Maya to start taking the walk of shame to the principal's office. Maya hesitated before grabbing her backpack and walking out of the bathroom, her trying her hardest not to cry. As Maya walked towards the principal's office, Riley, Lucas and Farkle walked up to her, but they noticed something was wrong when Maya wasn't saying anything to them. They knew something had happened when they saw Cory walking behind Maya with a disappointed look on his face.
"Dad, what's going on?" Riley asked, Cory stuffing his hands in his pockets and shaking his head, him holding the cigarette up and showing Riley, Farkle and Lucas. "Where…where did you get that?"
"I don't know…why don't you ask Maya?" Cory pointed towards Maya, Riley staring at her best friend with hurt.
"Maya, please tell me my dad is joking and he didn't really find you with the cigarette." Riley almost pleaded. Maya felt the tears fall from her face as Cory put a hand on Maya's shoulder.
"Let's go Maya. To the principal's office we go." Cory led Maya away from Riley, Farkle and Lucas, the three of them staring at each other in astonishment.
"I can't believe it…" Riley muttered.
"I don't believe it." Lucas added.
"Maya couldn't have done this…" Farkle vouched for his friend. "She wouldn't do something this dumb. We need to find whoever gave Maya that cigarette…Maya could get in a lot of trouble for this and it's not fair. Her whole life is on the line right now."
"Farkle, where could we possibly start?" Riley crossed her arms, glancing at him.
"I don't know but maybe we should start with Maya." Farkle walked away from both Riley and Lucas, the two of them nodding their heads. If Farkle was going to find out what was really going on, then both Riley and Lucas were going to help him. They needed to protect Maya…they needed to prevent their friend from getting in serious trouble.
The next update is "Girl Meets Cigarettes" (Part 2). Hope you guys enjoyed Part 1!