Okay, everyone, my apologies for such a long wait for the second chapter. I've been really busy and suffering from writers block, so I really hope this chapter will be worth the wait.

I look forward to seeing your reviews and constructive criticism. And again, please use respectful language refrain from profanity!

Girl Meets World and Jurassic World does not belong to me; they belong to their proper creators.

Published date: 1/02/16

Hope you enjoy!

Classroom Lectures and Meetings

Resting the side of her chin comfortably in her palm, Maya allowed a dejected sigh to escape her lips. She still wasn't any closer to finding a conceivable way to make Riley's dream a reality. The more she tried thinking of solutions, the more her mind felt like a series of clogged pipes, the creative juices becoming more pressured.

Why did Mr. and Mrs. Matthews have to be so anti-Jurassic World? Sure its predecessors had faulty beginnings, but Jurassic World had a spotless record.

Zero accidents.

Modern day zoo animals escape their enclosures. Handlers have been killed by their animals. Zoo guests have occasionally been killed or maimed by zoo animals. But people still go to those zoos. So what was their beef with Jurassic World?

Tapping her pencil on the desk, Maya spared Riley a sideways glance; the brunette sat upright with her brightened smile as she awaited the day to start. According to the clock, they had about five minutes to go.

That was five more minutes she could have of uninterrupted thoughts from the teacher.

Maya's hands found themselves sliding up her cheeks and to her temples, her fingers gently massaging the area in a last ditch effort to unclog her mind.

There was Evelyn. Maya's head rose slowly at pondering this. Crazy Hat was wealthy, she could help them out with this! But the thought quickly left a sour feeling in her stomach, making her lip curl in disgust at the though.

Get that thought out of your head! shouted her conscious. Maya was many things, but she would never take advantage of a friend like that. Crazy Hat may be… well, crazy, but she was of high respect in Maya's eyes.

Maya's eyes widened at the newfound realization of herself, causing her head to jerk up. She had a conscious!

Whoa! Who knew I actually had one of those? Maya slumped into her chair. Riley was a bigger influence than she thought. I need to start associating with the wrong crowds.

"Hey, Maya, are you feeling all right?" asked a concerned voice, grasping the blonde from her mind.

Maya noticed the slightly concerned look upon Farkle's, the overworked look in Maya's eyes concerned Farkle.

Farkle wasn't used to Maya behaving like this, as she would usually be stirring up a conversation or a random act of mischief by now. But ever since Maya first arrived to class and exchanged a few words with Riley she went silent.

Farkle hadn't been worried at first; there were times she had decided to take a nap before class, but this wasn't that.

It was an uncharacteristic quite.

"You've been awfully quite," Farkle added. "Normally you'd be doing something before Mr. Matthews got here. Anything bothering you?"

Maya's glance remained on the boy, though she noticed now that she now had the attention of the entire class. Normally this wasn't an issue, and something she liked, but today was a day she didn't want much distraction.

A huff was her first response. "Yes, Farkle. I'm fine. There's just been a lot on my mind lately."

She turned back to face the front of the class when…

"So what's been on your mind?"

Head snapped to the direction of Lucas, hand gripping the back of her seat. Maya responded, "Nothing that concerns you, Huckleberry!"

At least she was still feisty, concluded Lucas. "It was just a question. No need to get antsy over it."

Muscles relaxing, Maya released her grip on the chair and resumed a normal seated posture, though she allowed herself to slump a little. Why was thinking about Jurassic World so hard?

"You know, Maya, when I have something on my mind I like to share it," Riley said, giving an inviting smile.

On the inside, Riley was just as concerned as the others. Since boarding the subway train Maya had been very quite, saying no more than a few words when spoken to.

Maya's blonde hair swayed in the air at shaking her head.

"No. I'm fine. Really!" Maya said, almost pleadingly for them to stop.

"Then why are you being so defensive?" Lucas asked

Maya snapped her head to meet Lucas' gaze with a scowl. "No one asked you!"

Maya quickly turned away to bury her forehead into the inner sanctum of her palms, and grumbled. She breathed heavily. She just really wanted to be left alone right now, and let the moment die.

But what had just transpired was a cry to help! Riley had nothing but concern in her eyes as she watched her oldest friend clearly stressed by something.

But what?

Everything went about normally this morning… aside for another failed attempt to sway her parents to take her to Jurassic World. Maya was even the one to help cheer her up.

Could something have happened in the subway?

It felt like the ends of her eyelids repelled each other at how fast they widened. The memory that transpired back at the station reeled back into her conscious, causing the first signs of guilt to begin bubbling up within her heart, and which soon spilled into her bloodstream.

This was her doing.

Maya was pained over her own problems.

Riley bent over to place a hand on Maya's shoulder. "Maya, please don't make my troubles yours."

"I'm not." Maya sat up and looked her friend solemnly into the eyes, with the fiercest determination that powered Maya's heart. "I promised on the rings that I would find away to get you to Jurassic World. Promised! I have to make this happen."

Riley was touched by Maya's words, but through the developing tears that lined the lower lids of her eyes, she knew Maya didn't have to do this. Especially if Maya was going to overwork herself into something that didn't need to be done.

"Maya." Riley grasped Maya's hands. "You don't need to do anything like this for me. Everything will be fine."

It wouldn't be. Maya shook her head lightly and pulled her hands away from Riley's. "No, Riley, I do have to do this. You know the rules of the friendship rings."

Maya held her hand up to eye level, showing the ring humbly placed onto her finger. Riley did the same, both unanimously saying, "Anything called on the rings is sacred."

Riley sighed, both girls lowering their hands to lap level. "But, Maya, I understand this, but you shouldn't work yourself over this. We just need to let the rings take their time."

"Wait a minute," Lucas said, attracting both girls' attention, along with Farkle's. It took a moment for everything Riley and Maya said to fully register, but now he had the scope and wanted to clarify. "Are you saying this is all about Jurassic World?"

Farkle felt a grin, rubbing his hands together. "Ooh, Jurassic World. One of the most exciting and scientifically remarkable theme parks ever!"

Riley and Maya spared a glance to each other before answering Lucas' question.

Riley nodded. "Yeah."

Maya shrugged. "Pretty much nailed it, Ranger Rick. Why's it matter to you?"

Lucas sighed. "Why would you two even want to go to Jurassic World? They do nothing but disgrace these animals to make a dollar."

Riley gasped, her eyes widening at the brazen comments her crush had to say about the place she dreamed of going to since childhood. She could barely mutter, "What?"

Maya glared daggers at her. "What you talkin' about, Huckleberry?"

"I'm just saying that Jurassic World is a sham! The whole park does nothing more than resurrect these animals for the sole purpose of being gawked at."

"That is not what Jurassic World does," Riley said. "How can you even accuse a place as wonderful as Jurassic World of such a heinous crime?"

While annoyed at the Texan's claim, Maya merely huffed and looked away from Lucas. Maya leaned back against her chair and cozily cradled the back of her head with her hands, her elbows jutted outwards, resting the soles of her feet upon her desk.

There wasn't any point in letting a downer make things worse. If it was one thing that can certainly negate his comment, it was herself.

"Don't listen to him, Riles. I'm sure Ranger Flintstone is just upset that there's no Jurassic Rodeo." Maya said this in her most stereotypical Texan accent she could muster.

Craning her head as far back as humanly possible till Lucas was in her sight. He wasn't amused, and did his best not to show it. Maya raised her brow, along with her grin.

She had to be getting under his skin. She needed to break him and now was the time!

"Huh, Ranger Flintstone?" Maya asked. "Are you upset that there aren't any Triceratops that you can go saddle up so that may try to buck thee off for the crowds?"

Maya grinned, flashing her teeth. "Hurhurrrr!"

Lucas merely smiled, amused more than anything.

"Nice try, ma'am," Lucas said, tipping his imaginary hat, much Maya's chagrin.

This guy had to have a weak spot, and she was certain that Jurassic World had been it! But it wasn't, but she would continue her best to find it.

Maya pointed her finger at the Texan and narrowed her eyes, and frowned, despite that it looked more like a smile considering the angle she was in, but the annoyance was all the same. "I will break you!"

Lucas only smiled.

"I look forward to that day, ma'am."

Maya shuddered, feeling the tiny pokes throughout her skin as she righted herself back into a proper seating position.

"You know, while Jurassic World doesn't have any rodeos," Farkle said, "they do have baby Triceratops that kids are allowed to ride at the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo."

Riley turned around to face Farkle, gushing. "Aw, I would love to ride a Triceratops!"

The image of herself riding such an animal, as a baby, continued to play out in her mind like a movie.

But the news left a different effect on the blonde, which pulled at the corners of her lips that would surely break the cowboy.

One quick glance at the blonde was all that was needed for him to know.

"Oh no," murmured Lucas, burying his face into his hands.

Maya stood upon her chair and twirled an invisible rope in the air. "Yee-haw!" she hollered in a fake Texan accent, feeling the exuberant glee deluge her veins.

"What's the matter, Ranger Flintstone? That's head 'em up and move 'em out. Git along little dinos!"

Embarrassment flooded Lucas' cheeks, evidenced by the warming presence that clearly indicated they had turned a rosy red in color. Lucas rested his forehead into his palms in desperate hoped of hiding the redness.

"Ahem." Maya paused. She didn't need to see who said that, but did so regardless. Mr. Matthews stared her down with a disapproving frown. "Just seconds before class starts and you're all having a prehistoric rodeo?

The school bell rung.

Cory signed and gestured to the vacant seat behind Maya. "You may take your seat, Miss Hart."

Obeying Mr. Matthews, Maya reclaimed her seat and began composing herself as the room calmed down.

Setting his moistened from the storm bag on the ground, Mr. Matthews grabbed an eraser. He breathed, facing the class. "Good morning, class. I saw you were all having quite the hoedown in my absence."

Maya smirked, while Lucas lowered his head into his hand.

"But as unfortunate it might be, this is a place of learning. And as your instructor, I must ensure that this classroom fulfills its purpose."

The room's occupants moaned, save for one petty "Yay" from Farkle.

Cory inhaled a fresh breath of air, then sighed dejectedly from the lack of enthusiasm.

"Well anyway, it's time to get on with the lesson." Cory walked over to the board, which head the title of today lesson. "Now, I know we were supposed to go over Belgium: 1831."

Farkle's hand's gripped the sides of his desk, eyes nearly bulging upon seeing the eraser in Mr. Matthew's hands. "No."

"However," exclaimed Mr. Matthews, "I figured we should learn something a little more recent to the modern day."

Farkle felt his innermost being tremble. He leaned over his desk. "No."

Farkle felt his heart crushed when Mr. Matthews erased "Belgium: 1834" from the board. He groaned. "Like we haven't seen that coming."

"So instead," added Mr. Matthews, "we will be discussing the San Diego Incident!"

Writing today's lesson on the board, the teacher placed the chalk onto its holder and faced the class, face beaming in enthusiasm, on contrary to the dull expression held by the class.

Though one held great interest.

Farkle rubbed his hands in interest, eager to learn about this lesson. "Ooh, the San Diego Incident." He leaned over his desk, a glint evident in his eyes. "The day that rocked the vey foundation of the world, which will forever live in infamy of human civilization."

Mr. Matthews nodded to the comment.

"That's correct, Farkle. And we will begin with what started it all, with John Hammond and his original dream of Jurassic Park."

Sullen clouds blanketed the sky this morning, nature's furry raining down upon the city of New York as Shawn Hunter walked down the streets.

Puddles splashed onto the hems of his all ready drenched black cargos with every step, with more rain continuing to sodden his blazer. His beard alone almost felt like a bog with the amount of rain saturated within it.

The weather report didn't call for rain, so he didn't bring a coat, nor an umbrella. He had left all that back at his apartment.

And the fact he had to park a fair distance from his destination certainly added to the situation.

After walking the few blocks, he had arrived to his destination.

Shawn felt much relief from the cold when the building's acrylic glass doors slid open, the burst of dry warmth swaddling him from the aerial dryers attached to the ceiling.

A real bliss from the chilling cold.

His face was dried of water, but his dampened clothes remained the same.

But either way, he was glad to be out of the fierce rainstorm, which pelted him with its ammunition of rain the moment he stepped out of his car. The storm almost seemed to have anticipated his arrival be preparing a large puddle, which he stepped in.

Just standing underneath the blowing heat was just a dream that had to end. Stepping forward, the second set of sliding doors granted him access to the rest of the building.

Shawn was impressed by the sheer size of the interior was, certainly a lot larger than what it appeared through the windows.

This was his first experience being inside the mega corporation of Masrani Global, and he wished he could have brought his camera to document the experience.

Masrani Global held an air that was mixed between professionalism mixed with a casual, almost homey, touch. The front desks were long and held a mix of modern and rustic qualities; the red oak finish of the desks added the brightness of the massive corporation.

It made Shawn feel a twinge of guilt for leaving behind a trail of dirty puddles on the immaculate white tiles as he trodden to the receptionist area, where a row of several people went about their duties, a mixture of typing, phone calls, and communicating with the others awaiting their turn.

Shawn stood behind a few others, each

It was a mystery how they managed to stay dry in this weather. Looking at his own attire, Shawn truly hoped he'd dry off enough before his meeting. And he hoped he had dressed appropriately.

He was told the meeting would be business casual, but seeing what Shawn assumed were executives adorned in expensive suits, with some of them armed with leather briefcases made him wonder if what he wore look more like a night at the bar when compared to these executives.

He also lacked a tie.

Along with black cargos, he simply wore a black blazer and white dress shirt.

And Shawn simply lacked a suit.

Being on the road a lot, he didn't bother to acquire any suits. It made no sense to even own a suit, as his job simply involved driving around the country to write reviews of the places he stayed at and snap some photos, which he never appeared in.

Shawn never had to appear in an office interview, barring the occasional chats with his boss when he was called in to visit Hit The Road's main office in New Jersey.

And the feelings weren't mitigated by the dampness, his skin still rubbing against the saturated clothing. Though his clothes had begun to dry, and he wasn't leaving footprints anymore. But his dress shirt still was blotched gray in areas from where the rain struck.

"Next."

Looking forward, he was next in line.

Not making her wait, Shawn ambled to the front of the desk. The woman with brunette hair and wearing a grey business suit looked up to meet Shawn's face and smiled. Her name tag read: Valerie Thompson.

"Pleasant morning we're having here, sir?" said Valerie in soft and playful tone.

Shawn smiled, chuckling lightly.

"Good enough to go fishing," he added before thunder crackled up above, accompanied with a flash of light. Valerie giggled as she typed something up on her computer before focusing her attention back to Shawn.

"So what's your name and the nature of your visit, Sir?"

"The name's Shawn Hunter, and I was told to come here to meet with Mr. Masrani." Valerie's eyes perked at the mentioning of her CEO, but Shawn hadn't noticed.

"Oh, Mr. Hunter!" Valerie typed something up on her computer briskly before returning her attention the photographer. "Yes, we've been expecting you. You're meeting with Mr. Masrani for 8:45 this morning, correct."

"Yes."

Valerie held out her hand. "May I just see your drivers license or state I.D, please?"

"Right." Shawn dug into his pocket and pulled out a worn brown wallet and grabbed his driver's license, handing it to the receptionist. "Here you are."

Valerie took hold and held it underneath scanner which emanated a bluish light, causing Shawn's drivers license to reveal a pattern noticeable only under the light. Nodding contently, Valerie pulled away and handed Shawn the card back.

"Here you, Mr. Hunter. Thank you for your time."

Shawn placed his license back into his pocket.

"Mr. Masrani will be waiting for you on the forty-fourth floor. So please feel free to take the elevator, and you'll be meeting with him in conference room A 113."

Shawn smiled at the woman and nodded to the information. "Thank you. And have a pleasant day, miss."

Valerie smiled and nodded as well. "And you too, Mr. Hunter."

As Shawn left to the elevators, Valerie grabbed her phone and dialed in a number. The phone rang and she noticed the next person in line. Covering the mouthpiece with her hand, she whispered politely, "One moment, please, ma'am."

The woman nodded and the phone rang two more times.

"Hello," responded an accented voice.

Valerie cleared her throat to make sure her voice sounded more professional. "Mr. Masrani, Mr. Shawn Hunter has just arrived and he should be there within the next few moments, Sir."

…..

Remembering Valerie's instructions, Shawn made a right soon after the elevator permitted him to make his exit.

The halls were surprising bare of people, and were layered with the same immaculate tiles as the lobby. Shawn had to give props to the janitors who worked in this building for managing to keep the place so unsullied. With being such a large corporation, it was no doubt Masrani spared no expense in acquire only the best, and that included the cleaning crew.

Approaching the first door he saw, the plaque read A 110. The one further down and on the opposite wall read A 111.

At least Shawn knew he was heading in the right direction. The last thing he would want to do was have to backtrack, or learn he had went onto the wrong floor. At the end of the hall he found his room, the interior visible through the window walls.

There, a lone man with dark hair stood, wearing a dark blue blazer stood looking over the cityscape as the storm continued to rage outside. Even from his distance, Shawn could see some of the individual water modules racing down the window pane when a flash of white filled the sky.

Despite the door being wide opened, Shawn gently knocked twice to announce his presence. The man of Indian descent with the same style of facial hair as he turned to face him and smiled, warmly walking towards him.

"Mr. Hunter, a pleasure to be making your acquaintance," he said with his accent. The man extended his hand.

Shawn felt the edges of his lips smile as he shook the man's firm hand. "And an honor to finally be making an acquaintance with you Mr. Masrani. I've heard much about you."

Mr. Masrani maintained his infectious smile. Despite the more professional setup of the room, Masrani maintained a vibe that made the room feel more relaxed. The two let go of each others hands, and he continued: "And likewise, Mr. Hunter. I've heard many good reviews from your employer.

"And just by looking at you, I know I have the right man for the job. Now please,–" He gestured to the many seats of the dark mahogany conference table in the. "–make yourself comfortable and grab a seat."

Shawn did that, taking the seat closest to him. Mr. Masrani walked around him and claimed the seat directly across from him, both men sitting just arms length from each other.

Shawn wandered what the nature of the meeting was for. He had never submitted an application to any of Masrani's corporation, so a job interview was not in the question. The whole nature of the meeting was sparse. He just received a call from his own boss claiming that he was contacted by an agent of Masrani, and relayed the contact information to him.

Masrani steepled his finger and looked Shawn directly into his eyes. "Mr. Hunter, I assume you know what I do for a living."

Founder of Masrani Global and various other corporations, most famously being the present owner of InGen and Jurassic World. He was the eighth richest man in the world. Masrani was a household name, who's legacy rivaled that of Bill Gates.

Shawn nodded. "That's correct, sir. And if I may?"

"You may," Masrani replied."

"What may I ask is the nature of this meeting is for? I wasn't given much detail."

"Of course, and my apologies for the lack of detail. But I had it requested the full disclosure not be given to the nature of this meeting to keep some sensitive material from getting out before it was ready."

Masrani rubbed his bearded chin before he continued. "You see, I am very impressed with the work done on Hit The Road, and I noticed that many of my employees have used the sight to judge where they should spend their travels. And that is why I want someone from Hit The Road to come on down to my park."

The news shook Shawn to the very core in absolute astonishment. He was being asked by Masrani himself to visit Jurassic World!

Masrani leaned in, his lips pulling into a smile as he looked Shawn directly into his eyes. "But there is more to your assignment, Mr. Hunter. I have a bit of a proposition I would like to discuss with you."

"And fast-forward four years later, a wealthy family stumbled upon Isla Sorna, Site B," Cory said. "Shortly after, Cathy Bowman had wandered away from her parents where she found herself attacked by a pack of Compso... Kompsay–"

Cory struggled to say the word of the dinosaur, stuttering at each attempt.

"Compsognathus," said Farkle.

"Thank you!" Cory replied exaggeratedly, thankful for Farkle's help. He harrumphed before continuing. "After the Commpso… Compsy…" Cory grew frustrated. "How does anyone say that?"

How did he teach this last year? mused Maya.

"You know most people just call them compys, right?" Maya asked airily.

All eyes were on a flustered Mr. Matthews. "Uh… Of course."

"You didn't know, did you, sir?" asked Lucas.

An uncomfortable silence surrounded Mr. Matthews as he looked around the room. The smug grin of Maya's broadened as Mr. Matthews flustered further from Lucas' inquiry, and avoided the topic entirely.

"After the attack, Cathy was raced to the mainland and treated for minor injuries. Her parents then went on to sue InGen for billions, sending the country even further towards bankruptcy. And this class is where Peter Ludlow comes into the picture.

"Using the incident to further his gain, he convinced the board to make him the head of InGen and funded an expedition to poach animals off the island and bring them to San Diego.

"Catching wind of this, Hammond sent his own team to the island to document the animals in hopes of rallying support to protect its inhabitants and keep the island preserved."

Maya yawned at the lecture, her focus drifting to Riley. Summer was approaching and she still had to find a way to procure this trip to Jurassic World. Riley's done so much for her, she had to do something in return.

"Soon the groups clashed. Eddie Carr was killed and the trailer the group were in was pushed off the cliff. With no where else to go, the groups had no choice but to try and reach one of the old building when they were ambushed by Velociraptors.

"Nick was able to reach one of the buildings and boot up the system where he sent out a distress call to the mainland. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done about the Tyrannosaur that had all ready been capture and shipped to San Diego, where it would escape and cause over two billion dollars in damages.

"And that class was the San Diego Incident!" Cory was in absolutely bewilderment at seeing the bored complexion of his pupils. Some looked to be half asleep. "Oh come on! I'm up here lecturing what sounds like a scene from a Spielberg production, and none of you are even remotely interested. Why?"

"Because it happened so long ago," Riley said. "No one remembers it."

Cory couldn't believe what he was hearing. "That happened eighteen years ago. I was still in high school when this happened. Most of your parents were still in high school or college when this happened."

Maya spared a glance to Mr. Matthews. "And yet, we don't care."

"What I can't understand is why anyone thought it would be a great idea to bring a dinosaur to the mainland," Lucas said. Maya and Riley eyed him skeptically.

It still surprised the two girls how anti-Jurassic World Lucas was. But that didn't matter to Maya. One way or another, she would find a way to get Riley to Jurassic World.

"Well the answer is simple," Cory said. "Greed. After the Isla Nublar Incident, InGen was sued millions and were on the verge of filing for bankruptcy when Ludlow emerged promising high profits.

"Desperate to save themselves from ruin, the board jumped onto his idea with no regard as to the consequences this could have on the world. And barely a year after the San Diego Incident, InGen repeated their actions again when Masrani came knocking on their doors with a vision of reopening a dinosaur theme park."

"What do you have against Jurassic World?" Riley exclaimed, standing to her full height, pointing her finger accusingly at her daddy, a brow raised high.

Farkle joined Riley. "Yeah!" Everyone stared at Farkle who bashfully took his seat back. "Heat moment. Sorry, Sir."

Cory sighed. "Look, it's not that I hate Jurassic World. It's just I view that given the history of the company, it's a disaster waiting to happen. Or as Ian Malcolm would put it, chaos in the making."

"But…" added Farkle. "Looking at the ten year history of Jurassic World, the park had managed a zero incident rating since its opening in 2005. The park's legit. I know, I've been their three times!"

Riley pointed at Farkle. "What he said!"

"Riley, take your seat." Riley listened to her father and sat down. "I understand that the park may seem like 'Ooh, Aw', but all it takes is for one accident for there to be running…and screaming."

"But the animals could never breakout," Riley said. Cory looked incredulously at her.

"They did the first two times!"

"But you have to remember that the technology of the nineties wasn't exactly the state of the art," Farkle said. "Technology has evolved immensely since then. Masrani has the greatest engineers in the world working for him."

"Not state of the art?" Cory questioned. "It was in its day. And don't forget that the first dinosaur was cloned in 1984!" Cory's tone wasn't near screaming, but the sternness and seriousness of his voice surprised the class into silence.

Cory continued after calming his nerves: "The problem that doomed Jurassic Park wasn't the level of technology. Nothing was known about these animals, and their behaviors couldn't be predicted. Unforeseen consequences of mutations with the merging of frog DNA with the dinosaurs allowed for them to breed and corporate sabotage allowed the animals to escape."

Cory paused to catch his breath, allowing what he said to be better processed by the class. Seconds passed before continuing. "There was also major lack of respect for these animals and what they were capable of. You see class, when you lose respect and underestimate these animals it's only a matter of time till one of them exploits a weakness in the system and escapes."

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