Girl Meets Leftovers – Part 2

Prompt: The boys ask Cory for advice on how to beat Maya at a prank war, but no matter what she keeps beating them

"Matthews!" Cory heard a voice whisper from behind him but when he turned around he didn't see anybody. He turned back to continue writing the topic of today's lesson on the board when he heard it again.

"Matthews!" This time when he turned he saw the heads of Farkle, Lucas and Zay popping out from the door frame.

"Farkle? What's -" he began to ask but was shushed by his students as they hastily made their way into the classroom, locking the door behind him. Cory watched as Lucas ran to the other side of the room, looking like a soldier on active duty, to lock the back door as well. Once all the doors were locked and the window shades pulled down Farkle approached him, clearly he was their leader.

"Farkle? What's going on?"

"It's the girls' sir." Farkle replied.

"Actually it's only one girl in particular, this dope's girlfriend." Zay interjected.

"Riley?"

"No the other dope." Zay said pointing to Lucas. Cory nodded as the lightbulb went off in his head. Of course Maya would be the only person to have these boys scared of their own shadows.

"So what's Maya doing exactly?" He asked taking a seat on the edge of his desk.

"It's a prank war sir. We started it … and now Maya intends to finish it." Lucas said.

"What began as whoopee cushions has now escalated to full on war." Zay added.

"We need your help Mr. Matthews. Tell us how to defeat such a powerful enemy, there's gotta be one guy in those textbooks that's at least as bad as Maya."

"I don't know about that Farkle. Have you tried talking her down, Lucas you're usually pretty good at that."

"We already tried that sir. I didn't stand a chance. She sent me back with my hands glued together." Lucas said looking down at the floor, ashamed at how quickly his girlfriend had bested him.

"Alright boys, take a seat."

As they took their seats, Cory wrote a new word on the blackboard, SURRENDER.

"Surrender? Sir we don't want to quit; we want to win." Farkle said.

"You can't." Cory said placing the chalk on his desk before walking around to the front of it. "You don't stand a chance."

"Why?" Lucas asked.

"Because they're women! They don't think rational like you and me. But sometimes for the sake of your relationships with them you just gotta take one for the team and let them have their victory."

"But what if we're right?"

"Don't matter. You like getting all that love and kisses and affection from them in that special way only they can?"

"Yeah." They all answered at the same time, with that same dopey gaze on all of their faces.

"Then let them have their victory. Surrender. You'll lose the battle but … you'll win the war."

"I'm okay with that. How about you Lucas?" Zay asked.

"I miss having my girlfriend around instead of that war lord so I'm in. Farkle?"

"It goes against my nature to concede but …. I guess we have no other option. Come on let's get this over with." Farkle said standing up to unlock the doors.

"I'll get the coconuts." Zay said.

"I'll get the grass skirts." Lucas replied.

"Wait a minute. Coconuts? Grass skirts? What exactly were the terms of the war?"

"Whoever gives up first has to dress up like hula girls and dance on a table at Topanga's." Zay replied.

"Okay forget what I said. We're winning this thing." Cory said as he erased the blackboard once again to start drawing blueprints for the boys plan of attack.

And he regretted it a week later when he joined the boys in their hula number.

THE END