I'll deal with the angry reviewers next chapter. I just can't do it right now. I'm exhausted. I'm so exhausted. I just want to post my Riley story and address a fairly serious topic and see what people think but instead I'm bombarded with angry reviews cussing me out due to one minute, irrelevant detail. Dude. I was so excited that this story was getting attention so quickly but I'm beginning to think no one actually even gives a damn about the plot. I dunno. I guess I'm just a bit disheartened. If anyone has anything to say regarding the real plot of the story, Riley, their own experience with ED's, etc. Please for the love of God say it. I really just need to know that someone is paying attention and actually cares about this story's subject matter. Well... not need. But I'd very much like it.

Here's chapter four. Thanks.

Smackle joined the science class soon after Riley, everyone wondered why the two girls had been late to class. But neither said anything to anyone.

Riley avoided Smackles gaze for the rest of the class.

Riley avoided Smackle in art, and study hall, and history as well. History was the student's last class of the day.

Now, in their Sophomore year, Cory was still their history teacher.

As class ended Lucas tapped Riley on the shoulder.

"You ready for our study date?" Lucas asked her, a smile playing on his lips. Riley loved those lips.

She returned his smile with a quick kiss and one of her own. A genuine smile.

"Yep, New York Public Library here we come!" She exclaimed.

Cory watched the exchange happily, the idea of his daughter kissing a boy horrified him, but he had to admit their love was sweet. Their love story reminded him of his own with Topanga.

"What time can we expect you home, Riley?" Cory asked as he packed his things.

Riley looked to Lucas for a moment "Seven?" She asked both of them.

"Works for me. We can grab something to eat too," Lucas noted.

Riley wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. It meant she would get out of dinner with her family, but eating in front of Lucas often felt worse.

"Fine by me. Seven. Have fun." Cory finished packing his supplies as the couple set out on their way.

Riley and Lucas walked hand-in-hand through the bustling halls of Abigail Adams High. everywhere they turned there were students all pushing through each other to get to their individual after-school activities.

As the couple neared the exit, they were passed by another sophomore named Kayla Overton.

"Hey Lucas." Kayla flashed a bright, white smile at the boy. One that he easily returned.

"Hey, Kayla. Game today?" Lucas gestured towards the large sports bag slung over Kayla's perfectly tanned shoulder. A sturdy metal bat was sticking high out of the bag.

"You know it. And we're going to win too." Kayla said confidently.

"I don't doubt it." Lucas agreed. "Your softball team sure did show us boys a thing or two at practice the other day."

Kayla rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Riley. "That's a euphemism for 'completely kicked their asses'. They couldn't keep up."

"Hey, we were playing by the rules of your sport. Not ours." Lucas came quickly to his team's defense, but it was clearly still good-natured.

"Excuses, Excuses." Kayla waved her hand.

The teenagers said their goodbyes and Riley watched as Kayla walked away.

She knew that the boys baseball team often ran drills with the girls softball team… But she never really thought about the kind of girls Lucas would meet there. Riley wasn't really the jealous type. She knew Lucas would never cheat on her. And Kayla Overton was actually a really nice girl. Riley doubted she would ever go after another girls' boyfriend…

Nonetheless, she couldn't help but feel insecure when she was faced with the kind of girls Lucas could easily have instead of Riley. If he wanted them.

Kayla Overton was beautiful in every way Riley wasn't.

Her physique was athletic and curvy. She wasn't the thinnest girl on the planet, but she didn't need to be. She had the kind of curves Riley wished he had inherited from her mother. She had the perfect hourglass figure. But no, Riley was stuck in her own body, in her own body type. One that didn't have a beautiful small waist that curved out to wide hips and rounded behind. Her figure was a one. And ones only looked good when their size was a one as well.

Riley bit her lip as she thought about all the ways she was inferior to girls like Kayla Overton.

She was insecure.

She was far too loud.

Far too sheltered.

Far too ugly.

Far too dumb.

Far too fat.

"Riley. Riley? Are you listening to me?" Lucas's voice broke Riley from her abstraction.

"Huh?" She soon realized that they were now walking down the street outside of the school. Meaning Riley had been lost in her own thoughts for some time.

"I've been talking to you for like three minutes. Do you have any idea what I've been saying to you?" Lucas appeared mildly amused by her inattentiveness.

"I…" Riley racked her brain hoping that maybe something Lucas said got broke through her trance to no avail. "I guess I just spaced out. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He assured her. "Is everything okay?" He asked, his tone turning more serious.

She hesitated to answer. Riley wanted to brush off her insecurities and insist that everything was fine, that she was fine. But part of her also wanted to tell Lucas what she was really thinking. Part of her hoped that she would tell him and he would immediately soothe all her worries.

"Riley…" Lucas prompted when she hadn't responded.

"Does it ever bother you that I don't talk about sports and stuff with you?" Riley blurted the words out in a rush. She needed to say them before she accidentally lost all the nerve to do it.

"What do you mean?"

"Like you were just talking with Kayla." She clarified.

"You talk to me about sports all the time." Lucas's eyebrowed quirked together, and he still seemed mildly amused by Riley's apparent insecurity. "I'm pretty sure at least half of our dates have included us going to a Knicks game, watching a Knicks game on TV, or at least talking about a Knicks game."

"Yeah but that's basketball." Riley dismissed his point with a wave of her hand.

"So?"

"You don't play basketball."

"So?"

"You play baseball."

"And if I want to talk about baseball, I'll talk to Zay."

"Or Kayla." Riley muttered bitterly.

"Wait? Are you jealous of Kayla?" Lucas stopped dead in his tracks as he turned to face Riley. His brows were furrowed together in utter bemusement as he realized what Riley was getting at.

"No!" Riley's voice pitched up at least two octaves. "No… I just. I don't know. Let's just talk about something else."

Lucas put his hands gently on her shoulders as he brought her to face him. "Riley."

"Lucas."

"I have plenty of people that I can talk about baseball with. In fact, half the time I feel like if I talk about baseball anymore I'll go absolutely insane." Lucas chuckled as he released Riley's arms. "I like that with you I don't have to talk about baseball. I can talk about whatever I want."

Despite her insecurities, an easy smile broke onto Riley's face. "You can have the important talks with me, right?" She asked, vaguely referencing their ski lodge conversation from what felt like a million years ago.

"And just with you." Lucas agreed. He reached out and took Riley's hand in his own as they proceeded walking through the streets of New York city.

Riley felt better, she really did. But she also knew that it wouldn't take long before her insecurities crept back in. They were always hanging over her head, sometimes she could feel them pressing down on her, and other times they hung high above her head to where she almost forgot they were there. Almost.

That was the issue. They were always there, and she could never forget. Not really.

For the record, I don't mind negative reviews. I thrive off of feedback, good and bad. However, there's a difference between receiving constructive criticism on your story based on important parts of it's contents, and getting cussed out by some angry reader over and over and over again over something that may not even happen in the story. I like feedback that lets me know how to grow... idk. I'm too tired for this crap.

I'll post chapter five either late tonight or early tomorrow morning. I'll probably have explained some more in my author's note in that.

One final thing: I am asking this of you all nicely. I am asking you from the bottom of my heart. I am not telling any of you what to do. I am simply asking that you consider following my requests because my little writer heart can only take so much.

Please, if you are writing a review and it includes the word "Maya" "Zaya" or "Joshaya"... Just stop. Please. Just stop talking about them they're not important. At least for this chapter please just give me a break. When I post chapter five, you can leave all the reviews you want on the subject of those three irrelevant topics. But for now, for chapter four, I just can't take it. I need a break from thinking about any of them. Again, this is me asking very nicely that you please just give it a rest for this chapter and try to enjoy the real story here.