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Riley Matthews is always so bubbly and smiling. Farkle Minkus has always loved her, ever since the second grade. Her laugh and the way she lights up the room. But no one sees the broken eyes, or the fear in her heart. The way she flinches when she’s touched. Riley seems more withdrawn and guarded. She hasn’t been acting like herself lately.

Riley wasn’t always like this, and that’s what confuses him the most. It starts out as little things, like loose hugs and at first no one thinks anything of it. “Maybe she’s finally learned to let people breathe.” That’s what Maya told Farkle when he asked her on Monday after gym class. But he can’t shake the uneasy feeling in his gut.

The Texas mess in April was hard on everyone and Lucas needed advice. “How do I tell Riley that I love Maya?” The dreaded question echoed in Farkle’s head. The genius felt torn between protecting Riley and helping Lucas. “How do you know it’s not just….attraction?” Lucas shook his head, “It’s the little things.”

Farkle watched him curiously, waiting for the blonde cowboy to continue. “It’s how we banter back and forth. I don’t have to be perfect.” The genius nodded in agreement. There was an uneasiness when he saw Riley and Lucas together. ‘Riley is always trying to fix people.’ With Maya, Lucas seemed more relaxed. Farkle couldn’t argue, scientists always rely on facts.

The blonde cowboy’s eyes twinkled as he spoke. “With Riley, it’s like I can’t breathe. Maya understands about my past. There’s no awkwardness, and I can just….be me.” Farkle sighed, the words seeping into his brain. “I know it’s hard, but you’ll do the right thing.” In the end, Lucas and Riley broke up. It was a darker point for Riley, but Maya beamed. She was finally going to be happy.

Zay tried to cheer her up with teaching her how to bake, much to Farkle’s surprise. Together, they made his grandma’s cinnamon spiced cookies. Even Smackle, not knowing what to do, got her a book on getting over being dumped. It was a nice gesture and Riley thanked her. But it was Farkle who she leaned on through thick and thin. He hated seeing her so deflated and withdrawn. He kept his phone on at all times.

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During the chaos, Zay and Smackle bonded through caring for Riley. At first, they tried to hide their feelings, concerned about upsetting her. But with Riley’s encouragement, they became a couple. Then, Zay and Smackle mutually decided to attend a vocational high school. It was bittersweet, but they kept in touch. Zay wanted to be a nurse and Smackle was interested in engineering. The group met up over school breaks.

Riley was excited about starting high school and trying out for cheerleading. Yes, no one really took her seriously about that. But with Farkle, she could fly. He never doubted her, and even taught her the high school cheer back in July. She was so happy and grateful to finally have someone believe in her.

Then he got that text the second week, that Wednesday. I made the team, I’m so happy. Thanks for believing in me, Farkle. They celebrated at Topanga’s, getting black and white milkshakes and talked for hours. They planned a movie night with Maya and Lucas, but neither could make it. The pair hung out Saturday and watched Grease at his place.

Ever since the third week of September, Riley has gotten quieter. At first, her friends assumed she had matured over the summer. It was the gang’s first year of high school and no one had seen her. But Farkle wasn’t like Maya or Lucas, no. He spent the summer meeting with Riley at Topanga’s, and it was the highlight of his week. 

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Ever since she started cheerleading, Riley was
preoccupied with practice and homework. But she always found time to spend with the genius. They were still in the same classes, including advanced history and psychology. More times than not the pair would walk
together to the cafeteria. It was a Monday when Riley got a text from an unknown number. School had been in session for almost three weeks and she was intrigued. 

What she wasn't anticipating was a sour remark. Hey weirdo, why are you smiling like that? Not thinking much of it, she sent a simple reply. Because I'm happy. Who is this? At first Riley thought someone was joking with her. But she shortly realizes they're not. 

Just an anonymous observer. That's when she starts to tense. Her phone is now a weapon she's afraid of. The worst part is not knowing who's saying these things. Riley frowns and puts down her phone. 'Calm down, I'm sure this is just some harmless comments.'

She sighs, starting on her history homework. Ever since Billy Ross bullied Farkle, she's been weary of being teased. Riley ignores her buzzing phone, assuming it's another text from the observer. She's about a half hour into her work when the phone vibrates persistently. The cheerleader grabs her phone and smiles at the name. 

Genius. It's an incoming call from Farkle. Riley answers, trying to sound like she always does. "Hey Farkle, is everything okay?" He sighs at the tone of her voice. 'She sounds strange, like something's wrong.’ “Hey Riley, can I come over?" She nods, almost forgetting he can't see.

"Yeah, I'll leave the window unlocked." She bites her lip anxiously remembering the phantom texts from earlier. "Okay, I'll text you when I'm on my way over. Bye." He clicks the phone off, putting it in his book bag. The clock reads 10:00pm and Farkle knows he shouldn't go. 'But I want to know what's going on with Riley.’

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When Farkle arrives at the bay window, all the lights are off. He notices the eerie quiet and pokes his head inside. There, in the middle of the floor is Riley sitting with her knees to her chest. She doesn’t notice him until he sits on the window seat. “I’m sorry to show up so late like this.” Her shoulders slump as she stands and turns the light on. “It’s okay, what do you want to talk about?”

Farkle notices her peaked complexion. “I just wanted to stop over and see how you’re doing.” Riley sighs, wrapping her arms around her. “What do you know about phone hackers?” Farkle’s interest piqued, although he was confused. “Why, what’s going on?” She seemed tense and uneasy.

“I was watching a documentary about anonymous texts. How hard is it to find out who sent a text?” He frowned, watching her hands shake with anxiety. “Riley, what’s really going on?” She huffed in annoyance. “I was just curious.”

Everything Farkle has noticed should tell him that something deeper is going on. He knows there’s more to her story and decides to give her some time. “It’s a hard process that isn’t always accurate. I’ll let you know what I find out.” The genius hates holding his tongue, but she’ll tell him if she needs anything.

”Do I smile too much?” He’s taken aback by her question. “Of course not, did someone say something?” Riley shakes her head. “No, I just know I can be bubbly and overly optimistic.” Farkle smiles reassuringly. “That’s who you are, that’s the way you’ve always been.”

Riley returns the smile. “Thanks Farkle, you always know what to say.” He sighs, locking eyes with her. “Just remember Riley, I’m always here for you. Okay?” She nods. “I know Farkle, I’m here for you too.” He gives her a hug and closes the window behind him.

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Three days pass by, it’s Friday afternoon when Riley gets another anonymous text. Hey weirdo, that outfit looks better on a mannequin. She scrolls away from her texts. ‘What are they saying?’ She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Staring back is a gaunt torso with noodle arms and legs. ‘They’re right, I’m ugly.’

Riley’s eyes fill with tears as she clutches her knees to her chest. ‘Why didn’t anyone tell me how horrible I look?’ She sobs into her arms, stifling the noise. Her sobbing stops ten minutes later, as she wipes her eyes. ‘I’m pathetic crying over an unknown text.’ 

Riley retreats to her room, locking the door before flopping down on her bed. Her phone buzzes again, sending fear and sadness through her veins. She glances at the screen. You’re cute….for a loser. A flicker of red hot anger surges through her. After reading the text, she sends a reply. Why are you doing this to me?

Riley gets a sudden knock on her window. It’s Zay, who showed up unexpectedly. “Hey Smiley, what’s cooking?” She’s a little surprised by his sudden visit. “Hi Zay, not much I was just working on some homework.” 
He shakes his head. “Where are your books?” 

Riley rolls her eyes in annoyance. “You caught me. I was just thinking about something.” Zay notices her solemn face and frowns. “Sugar, is everything okay? You seem upset.” She shrugs. “You’re my friend, right? You wouldn’t lie to me. Am I as ugly as people think?”

He’s unprepared, eyes wide in surprise. “No, who said that to you?” Riley sighs, gathering her thoughts. “Just someone at school, no one really.” Zay scoots over, rubbing her back gently. “They’re wrong, you’re the prettiest girl I know. Next to Smackle, of course.” 

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Riley spent the weekend with the gang, they hung out at Farkle’s house. She didn’t receive any text messages over the weekend, which was a relief. In fact, Riley was so mortified about the whole thing she made Zay promise not to say anything to anyone. He didn’t exactly understand, but the Texan had agreed. Neither Maya nor Lucas noticed anything was off with the brunette. She insisted on watching an 80s movie marathon much to the boredom of Maya. 

“Why can’t we just watch American Idol?” Maya whined, crossing her arms stubbornly. Riley simply told her that the purpose of their weekend meet up was to bond. “Come on Peaches, these important movies demonstrate the value of friendship.” Both Farkle and Lucas were in favor of the marathon, so Maya lost. They watched Footloose, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and finally, Riley’s personal favorite, Back to the Future. Farkle’s living room was filled with laughter and snacks.

It was the first time she’d smiled a genuine smile since she’d been receiving those texts. But there were still doubts and insecurity looming in her mind. ‘What if guys think Maya’s prettier than me?’ Her discomfort was etched on her face, seeping through a half chuckle. Lucas knew something was up with Riley, her laugh sounded forced and she looked uncomfortable. His eyes flickered to the screen, noting the scene of Marty waking up in bed with his past mom. ‘She seems distracted.’

Lucas elbowed the brunette gently, and nodded towards the kitchen. “Hey Riley, wanna help me grab more popcorn?” She caught a worried look on his face and nodded, following the jock down the hallway. He waits until they’re alone before he says anything. “You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” Riley frowns, eyes downcast. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Lucas sighs, pinching his nose slightly in an effort to be patient. “Look, I know something is going on. If you tell me what it is, I can help.” She’s walking across a tightrope, trying not to fall, but Riley knows it’s only a matter of time. “I appreciate your concern, but talking won’t change anything.”

He bites his lip, and nods. “Okay, I get it. I know I put you on the spot just now.” Riley sighs, meeting his eyes. “I know I can turn to you if I need anything.” Lucas squeezes her hand reassuringly. “And Riley, it’s ok if you don’t want to tell me.” She gives him a small smile.

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Tuesday morning Riley receives another text, much to her dismay. This one is not as friendly nor subtle. Cheerleading isn’t your top priority, considering the people you hang out with. She narrows her eyes in confusion and frustration. ‘I love being on the squad, I worked my butt off to get picked.’ 

Riley grabs her phone, texting back a reply. You don’t know what you’re talking about. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. This is the third time she’s gotten a text from an unknown person. Part of her wants to tell Maya what’s going on, but a bigger part knows better. 

‘Maya would probably think I’m overreacting and I don’t want to dump this on her.’ Riley dresses before grabbing her backpack off the floor. She heads for the kitchen, stopping to have a yogurt and some water. Her interests have shifted and now the girl feels she has to prove her loyalty to the cheer team. ‘It’s time I took my spot on the squad more seriously.’

That afternoon, Riley is nowhere to be found. Farkle reads the messages in the group chat. Anybody seen Riley? She’s not at the library. She’s not near the art room either. Farkle rolls his eyes at the comment. ‘Why would Riley go to the art room?’ 

Apparently Maya doesn’t know Riley as well as she thinks. Ever since she kissed Lucas in Texas, the blonde has been oblivious to anything going on around her. She hasn’t noticed anything off with Riley. In some ways, Farkle feels she’s selfish. For instance, she’s always kissing Lucas in front of him and Riley.

Farkle scoffs, shaking his head. ‘I hate it when they do that. I’m not jealous, or a prude but in front of us?’ Riley understood, he knew she did. Sometimes he feels like asking the pair to leave if all they’re going to do is make out. ‘Of course, I don’t want to seem rude. But it does make me a bit uncomfortable around them.’

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No one thinks to check the gym, except Farkle. ‘Ever since Riley joined the cheerleading squad, she hasn’t been herself.’ Something is going on, but the genius is torn between his loyalty and confusion. ‘I don’t want to scare her off or anything.’ The last thing Farkle wants is for Riley to distance herself from him and their friendship. 

He opens the door to the gym, noticing the brunette doing cartwheels and splits. Riley’s in such a zone, she almost doesn’t notice him. “Hey Farkle, my phone’s been going off a mile a minute. What’s the big emergency?” He sighs, walking over to her. “Lucas and Maya were wondering where you went. I figured you’d be here.” 

Riley smiles impishly. ‘Leave it to Farkle to know where I go when I’m stressed.’ “Yeah, you know me.” The genius nods, observing her body language. “I was wondering if you’d like to study together on Saturday for Monday’s biology quiz.” She nods. “Wanna meet at Topanga’s?” 

Farkle shrugs in disappointment. Normally he’d be happy with the idea, but the genius wants to talk with her alone. ‘I don’t think I can suppress my suspicions anymore.’ “Actually, I was thinking of us studying at my place.” If Farkle plans on confronting her, he’d rather not argue in public. Riley smiles, “Sure thing. I’ll swing by in the afternoon.” The genius nods and leaves the gym.

“Hey Matthews, you going to the party tonight?” Riley turns around, noticing a girl from the squad. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” She’s happy to be included in something new and exciting. ‘This is my first time going to a real party, I can’t wait.’ Her cell phone vibrates again and she sighs in annoyance. Hey weirdo, why are you crashing parties? We both know no one wants you there. 

Riley’s heart drops and she looks around anxiously. ‘Who keeps saying these horrible things?’ The gym is empty except for the girl who just spoke to her. She’s tried not to let it bother her that Missy Bradford is the cheer captain of their squad. ‘It’s not Missy. I can’t stand her arrogance, but she’s changed.’ When the two ran into each other at cheer tryouts, although still boastful and overconfident, Missy wasn’t haughty anymore.

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The party was at a junior’s house, that’s all Riley knows. ‘15 Ashwood Lane. I think his name is Trevor Kane.’She’s wearing a mini skirt with tights and a plaid crop top with ankle boots. The party starts at 10pm and doesn’t end until 2am. Riley’s parents didn’t know about the party, she said she’s spending a girl’s night at Maya’s. Both parents bought her lie, not that she’s surprised. 

Riley uses the directions on her phone, heading east and turning onto Main St. ‘I wish I knew where this place was.’ Her estimated time of arrival was twenty minutes, not that she was worried. Riley waits for her next set of directions. ‘Continue for a half a mile, then turn left onto Ashwood Lane.’ She finds number 15 easily, it’s the only house with party music. Riley knocks a few times, and a tall guy with hazel eyes opens the door.

He smiles at her and she realizes he looks familiar. “Charlie Gardner? Is that you?” Her crush from middle school is right in front of her. He nods, “Riley, it’s been a while. You here for Trevor’s party?” She nods, “It’s the squad’s first party of the season.” Charlie looks a bit surprised. “You’re a cheerleader?”

Riley smiles, nodding again. “Yeah, most people react like that.” He shrugs, “I don’t know. I always thought you were…clumsy.” She sighs, giving her fake smile. “Well, I’ve had plenty of time to practice.” Charlie ushers her inside, heading over to the kitchen. Curiosity strikes Riley and she follows behind him.

The music is playing loud and she can barely hear herself breathe. “Hey Gardner, someone’s got their eye on you.” One of the guys nods in Riley’s direction. “Oh, her? I was just showing her where the snacks are.” She sighs in disappointment, shaking her head. “I’ll take a rum and coke.” He turns around, surprised to see she’s still there.

Charlie stares at her in shock, “Since when do you drink?” Riley smirks at him coyly. “Since the beginning of the semester.” He notices the redness in her eyes and sighs, guiding her into the hallway. “I don’t think you should be drinking, not here.” She rolls her eyes. “I’d like a drink. So either pour one, or I’ll make it myself.”

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Charlie stood there, not sure what to do. He quickly made a rum and coke in the kitchen, handing it to Riley. She sipped it slowly, relishing the sweet taste on her tongue. “See? I just love these.” Charlie shakes his head in disbelief, watching the goody two shoes turned rebel. He can’t believe she’s the same girl from middle school.

Riley was having a blast, swaying to the music and tossing her head side to side. A guy who had been eyeing her for a half hour approached. “Wanna dance, sweet thing?” Riley nods, moving her hips to the beat. He stood behind her, his hands on her waist as they grind to the music. “Sure thing, it’s fun.”

‘He’s so cute, I can’t believe he wants to dance with me.’ Then, she noticed something she hadn’t before. There was a bulge rubbing against her behind and she shrugged. ‘It’s just dancing, besides we have our clothes on.’ Normally she’d blush and pull away, but tonight Riley wants to push her limits. She finished her rum and coke, letting the guy keep grinding against her.

When three songs went by, Riley realized the guy was still there. She turned around to face him. He was medium height medium build with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. “I’m Jerry, you’re Riley, right?” She was surprised that he knew her name. “Yeah, cheerleader first year. What year are you?” Jerry shrugs. “I’m a junior, baseball.”

He smiles, “Wanna go somewhere quieter?” On the one hand, she doesn’t really know him. Right now, Riley was still upset at Charlie and followed. They closed the door to a bedroom and sat down on the bed. “What’s on your mind?” She shrugs, “We don’t have to talk, besides that’s what parties are about, right?”

Jerry nods, looking at her. “Sure thing, let’s not talk.” He kisses her on the mouth, putting his hands on her hips. Riley responds by wrapping her arms around him, kissing back eagerly. She shifts them, gesturing to the bed. Jerry lies down, pulling her down on top of him. She straddles him, kissing and grinding boldly.

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Maya is surprised to see an incoming phone call from Riley’s number. She answers, expecting to hear the bubbly voice. Instead it’s definitely not Riley. “Maya, I think you should get over here. It’s Charlie.” She narrows her eyes in confusion. “Why do you have Riley’s phone?” 

Charlie sighs, unsure how to answer her. “We’re at Trevor’s party, I’m trying to keep an eye on her.” Maya rolls her eyes. “Riley’s probably annoying people with her bubbly questions and ranting.” He scoffs. “I thought you were her best friend, are you two still close?” She frowns. “Yeah, of course we are.”

Charlie shakes his head, feeling a twinge of regret for how he treated the brunette. “Listen, has Riley ever talked about me or said anything?” Maya sighs. “Come on Gardner, you know she was crushing on you back in middle school.” He’s taken aback by her sudden revelation. “What? No, I had no idea.” 

Maya’s phone beeps and she sees an incoming call from Smackle. She ends the call, telling Charlie to let her know if anything happens. “Hey Smackle, how’s classes going?” The two girls have gotten closer since Zay and Smackle started dating. “Things are good, Zay and I miss you guys. We should hangout soon.” 

Maya smiled at the idea. “Definitely, how’s Veterans Day weekend sound?” Smackle nods in reply. “That’s great. How is everyone else doing?” The feisty blonde smirks. “Lucas and I are good, Farkle seems ok and Riley’s been busy lately with cheerleading.”

Smackle was surprised to hear that her bubbly friend made the tryouts. “I know Riley isn’t the most coordinated, but I’m sure she’s improved.” Maya shrugs. “Yeah, I wouldn’t really know. I’ve been doing stuff with the art club.” They ended the conversation planning to bring up meeting up in the group chat.

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Riley left the party at almost midnight and decided to walk to her best friend’s apartment. ‘Farkle or Lucas would ask why I’m out so late.’ Maya, on the other hand, won’t seem too bothered. In fact, Riley concluded, she’d cover for her. Considering all the trouble Maya got them into when they were kids, it was the least she could do. The brunette quickly grabbed her cell and dialed. 

The line rang three times before the feisty blonde picked up. “Riles, you okay?” For a moment, the girl bit her lip and shook her head. But she figured she could handle it on her own. “Hey Maya, mind if I crash at your place for the night?” The blonde sighs, “Yeah, sure. I’ll leave the window unlocked. Text me when you get here.” 

Riley knew she shouldn’t drink until she turned 21. However, that didn’t stop her from mixing wine in with her ginger ale a couple times a year. ‘It’s okay, as long as I’m responsible and know my limits.’ Riley had started drinking a bit since she joined the squad. No one said anything and it didn’t seem like a big deal. 

The key to it was mixing shots of alcohol with ice or caffeine free soda. When she got to Maya’s apartment, she texted and pushed the window up. The feisty blonde was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, facing the window. “So, you wanna tell me why you’re out so late?” Riley shuts the window and sits across from her best friend. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.” 

Maya wasn’t stupid, she could tell that Riley had been drinking. The first thing she wanted from her best friend was the truth. “Knock it off Riles, now why are you really here?” The brunette was taken aback by her brutal accusation. “I went to a party and my parents think I’m here for a girl’s night.” Maya narrows her eyebrows.

“You lied to your parents? I thought you were the good one.” Riley rolls her eyes and scoffs. “That was the old me. Besides things change in high school.” The rebellious blonde smirks, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “Alright fine, I’ll cover for you. But only if you tell me about the party.” The brunette shrugs. “It wasn’t that eventful, except for running into Charlie Gardner.”

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The rest of Riley’s week went by pretty smoothly. In fact, she was looking forward to studying with Farkle. Saturday morning came quicker than expected and Riley is getting ready to head over to Farkle’s. She takes the subway, and gets off at Central St. The brunette takes a shortcut through Central Park.

Riley is enjoying the fresh air when her phone vibrates, indicating a new text. At first she assumes it’s Farkle, asking if she’s on her way. But when she sees the message, her face falls. Why would a weirdo like you be friends with him? Riley huffs, becoming annoyed with this. That’s none of your business. The brunette hits send, trudging down the path.

About ten minutes pass before she gets another text. You’re just using him because he’s a geek. He’s not really your friend. Riley gasps, tears welling up in her eyes. Don’t call him that. You’re lying. She sits down on a bench, dabbing her cheeks frantically.

Regaining her composure, Riley makes her way to the house. Farkle lives nearby, in Manhattan. It’s a pretty safe neighborhood, not that she’s worried. ‘I’ve been to his house a handful of times.’ She knocks on door and texts him that she’s here. Riley reminds herself not to listen to the observer’s texts.

“Hey Riley, I was just heating up some Mac n cheese. I figured we could have a snack before we got started.” She smiles, nodding silently. Farkle opens the door, letting her walk into the kitchen. “Riley, listen. There’s something I think we should talk about.” The brunette sits down on a chair, looking at him with her doe brown eyes. “What is it? You seem upset about something.” 

Farkle fills a bowl with Mac n cheese and puts it in front of her. He turns his back to make himself a plate before grabbing the ketchup. “I know what’s been going on. I recognize something in you that I saw in myself.” The genius sits down across from her. “Riley, are you getting bullied?” She gasps, eyes wide in surprise and fear.

’No no no no. This can’t be happening. He can’t know.’ The brunette tries to grab the ketchup, but he holds it out of her reach. “Farkle, give that back.” The boy shakes his head, backing away. “I know. This is like when someone said something about my turtlenecks.”

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Riley knows she can’t get him to drop it. Farkle locks eyes with the brunette, trying to figure her out. ‘Why is she acting like this? I can help her.’ The genius sighs, handing her the ketchup. “Thanks, but there’s nothing to talk about.” Riley smears ketchup on her Mac n cheese, avoiding his glances. Farkle crosses his arms bitterly.

”I think there is, and as your friend, I’m not letting you walk away from this.” He shoots her a look that makes her roll her eyes. “We’re in high school now, I should be able to handle my own problems.” The brunette eats her food, hoping to change topics. But Farkle isn’t giving up that easily. “Ignoring them won’t make them stop. That was my first thought too.” Riley is becoming annoyed and she knows it’s only a matter of time before she falters. “Have you been hacking my phone?”

The genius shakes his head, his mind finally connecting the dots. “No, but they’re sending text messages. That’s why you asked me to look into tracing texts.” For once, Riley is speechless, both shocked and amazed by his realization. “It doesn’t matter, they’re only words.” Farkle glares at her hard. “We both know words can hurt. Being called a nothing made me feel like I didn’t deserve to have friends.” The brunette scoffs, shaking her head.

”Farkle, I know how awful that was for you, but it’s different for me.” The genius bites his lip in contemplation. “Whatever things they’re saying are lies. You’re special in your own way, and that’s what I love most about you.” Riley widens her eyes at his statement. ‘The last time he said that was when we got back from Texas.’ She gives him a small smile. “I love you too.”

Farkle stares at her stunned. “But I thought…I thought you still had feelings for Lucas.” Riley sighs, shaking her head. “I did, after what happened in Texas. Then I realized I only care about him as a friend.” The genius is perplexed and caught off guard. “Are you sure? Because if you’re still lying to yourself then…” The brunette cups his face, kissing him softly on the lips. 

Farkle doesn’t know how to respond, normally he’d be delighted. But then it hits him lack a pile of bricks. “Wait a minute, Riley stop.” She pulls back abruptly, confused. “I thought this is what you always wanted.” He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “I do. But you can’t do that.”

Riley sighs in exasperation. “I’m sorry, okay? I just thought…” Now it’s Farkle’s turn to cut her off. “You’re my friend right? Friends don’t use each other’s feelings to escape reality.” She looks at him, “I’m not using you, I care about you. Why is it so hard to accept that?” Farkle scoffs, “You’re using my feelings to forget about what’s going on. And I can’t let you do that.”

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After a rough exchange with Farkle, Riley headed home. She was tired beyond belief, who knew arguing with a genius could be exhausting. As the brunette trudges through Central Park, she sits down on a bench. The sun is already starting to set and it’ll be dark soon. Riley’s parents always warned her about how dangerous it is to roam Central Park alone, especially at night. But right now, she could give a shit. Her thoughts are reverted to the vibration of her cell phone.

When she’d arrived at Farkle’s, the brunette had put her phone on vibrate. As she turns on the screen, a new text pops up. What’s wrong weirdo? Did that nerd say you’re not smart enough for him? Riley sighs, angrily shoving her phone back into the back part of her backpack. ‘Why won’t this person just leave me alone?’ She remains on the bench for a few minutes, gathering her thoughts.

Suddenly, Riley hears rustling in the bushes behind her. She shakes it off as just an animal or the wind. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, willing herself to remain calm. ‘It’s nothing, it’s jut a bunny or a squirrel looking for acorns.’ She almost believes it too, until a pair of arms seizes her from behind. Every fiber in her being tenses at the contact, willing herself to react. 

‘Oh shit, what do I do?’ Riley squirms frantically, grabbing onto the bench with both hands. Just when she’s about to scream, a gloved hand covers her mouth. ‘No, no no. This can’t be happening.’ The brunette shoves hard, trying to free herself. She’s no match to her unknown assailant, who from the grip on her body seems at least twice her size.

Thinking quickly, Riley remembers something she read about elbows. She jams her elbows into her assailant’s ribs, making the pair of arms release her. Riley pulls away, jumping up from the bench and turns around. The man staring back at her is annoyed by her antics. He doesn’t look older than twenty, reminding her of her Uncle Josh. But Riley sees a bitterness in his eyes and instantly knows he’s nothing like Josh.

Before the man can grab her again, Riley yanks her backpack onto her shoulders and runs out of the park. She doesn’t stop running until she boards the dimly lit subway. Part of her wants to call her uncle Josh and tell him what just happened, but a bigger part knows better. ‘If anything happened, if would’ve been my fault and no one would let me forget it.’ Riley holds onto the metal pole as the subway twists and turns about. She lets herself relax as she waits for the right stop.

As soon as the announcement for Main St is projected over the loud speaker, Riley bites her lip nervously. When the doors open, she walks through, heading for home. Her parents didn’t text or call her to see where she was or if she was okay. But it’s seven thirty at night so they probably just assumed she was hanging out with the gang. Riley heads up to her apartment using the fire escape, not wanting to run into her parents or her little brother, Auggie.

She pushes up the unlocked window and sits on the bed. Riley closes the window, setting her backpack on the floor. Her phone vibrates again, two new texts appear, this time from someone less sinister. We need to figure out how to handle what’s going on. Please let me help you. It doesn’t take an expert to figure out who they’re from. Riley stares at the screen, unsure how to respond.

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Farkle knew Riley was upset by their discussion and wanted to check on her. ‘She’s never iced me out before, I hope she understands.’ The genius was well aware of what his crush is going through. ‘Riley doesn’t want anyone making her feel bad about herself, but she’s so defensive.’ Farkle grabs his phone and checks his texts. She still hasn’t responded to his messages.

The genius sighs, trying to figure out how to get through to Riley. She’s always there for everyone in their group, and now that she’s struggling, she won’t let anyone in. ‘I need to know that she’s okay, I’m worried about her.’ Farkle looks at his contacts, debating who to call for advice. Maya? No, she’s too self absorbed. Lucas? No, he’d overreact and turn into Texas Lucas again.

Farkle finally decides to call the only person he knows who could possibly understand Riley’s situation. “Hey Genius boy, what’s up?” The Texan’s voice emits through the phone. Farkle smiles fondly at the nickname. “Hey Zay, listen can we meet somewhere and talk?” The line goes silent for ten seconds, until he gets a friendly response. “Yeah, sure. But it better not have anything to do with science stuff.”

The genius chuckles in response, shaking his head. “No, it’s about…something personal. I could really use your advice.” The Texan shrugs casually. “Okay, you wanna meet at Topanga’s?” Farkle sighs, unsure how to handle this. “Can you come over? I don’t want anyone overhearing.” 

Zay agrees, his stomach uneasy at those words. “Sounds important. Sure, I’m on my way now.” Farkle ends the call, running his hands through his hair nervously. ‘I hope I’m doing the right thing. Riley might bite my head off for this.’ He struts through the kitchen, grabbing a pack of hotdogs and a pan. ‘We’re gonna need fuel for this conversation. Even astronauts have basic necessities.’

The genius checks his phone while the hotdogs cook in the pan. I need some time. Please don’t tell Lucas or Maya, they’d blow things out of proportion. He sighs, grateful Riley didn’t say anything about Zay. ‘At least this way I won’t feel like I’m breaking her trust.’ Farkle’s heart beats in his chest as he checks on the hotdogs. Okay, I won’t. But please don’t shut me out again.

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Riley sits on her bed, reading the text. She sighs, unsure about everything going on. ‘Why is this happening to me?’ She’s overwhelmed by stress and desperately in need of a distraction. ‘I can’t think about it. The more I do, the more it hurts.’ The brunette grabs her lockbox from its hiding place under her summer clothes containers. She hasn’t looked in here since the mess happened after Texas. 

Her phone dings, making Riley’s breath hitch in despair. She opens the box, using a key she hides taped to the back of her dresser. When the box opens, she locks eyes with her old friend. No one would expect someone so bubbly to be friends with this particular object. It’s the Swiss Army knife she inherited when she turned thirteen. ‘I can’t believe it’s been this long.’ She sighs, picking it up gently.

Even though it’s been months, Riley can still remember the last time she found comfort like this. Lucas kissed Maya in Texas, and told her he needed to sort out his feelings. “I’m sorry, Riley. But I won’t lead you on, I promise.” Those words had made the brunette lock herself in her room and grab the knife. That was back in April, nearly five months ago. But this time, it was desperation, not sadness that fueled her antics.

Before she could think twice, Riley locks the door to her room and sighs. Her eyes scan over the scars on her arms and shoulders. ‘I can’t understand why someone enjoys making my life miserable.’ The observer’s presence has her overwhelmed with despair and frustration. Riley picks up her phone, her eyes widening in shock at the most recent text. How’s your back? Sore from all those extra activities, I bet. How’s Charlie doing?

The brunette gasps, feeling confused and humiliated. ‘Oh no. How did they know that I…’ Her thoughts trail off as she remembers the party where she ran into Charlie. “You sure are a cute one,” Jerry’s voice echoed back in her mind. Riley blinks, her mind drifting to the random guy she made out with that night.

But she shakes her head, firmly gripping the knife. ‘I have to do something, I have to make it stop.’ With a sigh, Riley locks the bay window, shutting the curtains. Her hands are steady as she shoves clothes and ruffles through the lockbox. Along with the Swiss Army knife, the contents include pictures of her with her friends. ‘But I have to do this, it’s the only way that I can keep going.’

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The door bell rings and Farkle sighs, his heart hammering in his chest. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ The genius opens the door, revealing a concerned looking Zay. “Hey Farkle, you don’t look so good. What’s wrong, man?” The brunette closes the door behind him, leading them over to the living room. Farkle doesn’t say anything until they’re both sitting on the couch. “Something is going on with Riley. She’s not acting like herself lately.”

The Texan’s eyes widen in fear. “Do you think she’s doing drugs or something?” The genius shakes his head. “No, nothing like that.” Farkle stands up and paces the room. ‘Do I tell him? Maybe this was a mistake.’ Zay clears his throat, jolting the brunette from his thoughts.

“Farkle, sit down. You’re making me dizzy.” The genius obliges reluctantly. “Has Riley mentioned anything to you? Anything about text messages or mean comments?” The Texan nods, locking eyes with him. “Yeah. A while back she mentioned something about someone calling her ugly. What’s going on?”

Farkle gnaws on his lower lip. “I think Riley has a bully. She’s secretive and guarded.” Zay shrugs, looking concerned. “Have you asked her about it?” The genius nods, feeling uneasy. “Riley won’t admit it, but I’m almost positive. I think she’s getting text messages from someone.” The Texan frowns.

“I can’t understand why anyone would hurt people like this.” Farkle sighs, looking down. Zay notices that he’s going into his shell. “Before you moved here, there was this guy. His name was Billy Ross and, he bullied me.” The Texan gasps in surprise. “What? Oh god. Farkle-”

The genius shakes his head. “Billy told me I didn’t deserve to have friends. He said I was the biggest nothing in school. He said I had no right to be happy.” Zay watches him with a look of sadness and empathy. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me before?” Farkle takes a deep breath. “I didn’t want to talk about it, but now with Riley…she won’t let me help her.”

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When Lucas’ cell phone rang, he knew something was wrong. No one ever called him after 10 o’clock especially on a school night. As he answered the phone, he could hear someone crying on the other end of the line. “Hello? Riley, is that you?” Her voice came out brokenly and his heart hammered in his chest. “Lucas. I need to tell you something.” A sense of panic fills him as he listens.

“Riley, what’s going on? Are you okay?” She gnaws on her bottom lip nervously. “Can you come to the bay window? I don’t want to do this over the phone.” Now Lucas knew something was wrong. Ever since he’d picked Maya, Riley had been keeping some distance between them. “Yeah, sure. I’m on my way.” He ended the call anxiously, unsure if he should tell Maya, but this was Riley, his friend, Riley.

We’ve been together for a couple of months now, and she’s never had a problem with my friendship with Riley. The blonde cowboy grabs his jacket and pockets his cell phone. Lucas clips his keys to his jeans, locking the door behind him. He heads through the bustling city turning from street to street. After Lucas gets on the subway, he watches the passerbyers wandering about Fifth Avenue. Riley sounded upset on the phone. I hope she’ll open up about what she’s going through.

As the doors open for Main Street, the blonde cowboy plows through like a rancher searching for cattle. He struts onwards and clambers up the fire escape. The room is lit by a soft lamp on her dresser. The brunette wipes her eyes and opens the window. “Hey Lucas. Come on in.” He freezes in his tracks, looking at the busy walls. “Wow, your room is so different.”

Riley sighs and sits down on the bay window sill. “Yeah, I figured it was time for a change.” The blonde cowboy sits across from her on the ottoman. “So, you wanted to talk about something.” She nods, trying to get her words together. “I need to show you something.” The brunette shows him messages about the night of the party.

Lucas’ eyes widen in confusion, “Who wrote these?” Riley shrugs, gathering her composure. “I don’t know. But it’s been going on for a while.” The blonde cowboy’s breath hitches at her admission. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She shakes her head. “You and Maya are so happy. I didn’t want to destroy it or make you feel like I needed you.”

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Farkle had no idea what to say or how to explain the situation to his friend. Billy’s bullying had destroyed any confidence and security of himself. ‘I wish I could find out who’s bullying Riley.’ Zay sighs wearily. “Farkle, does anyone else know?” The genius scoffs. “I doubt it.”

The Texan shrugs. “So, did Riley tell you or…?” The brunette shakes his head. “No. I noticed similarities with our behaviors and figured it out.” Zay isn’t an expert on analyzing, but he’s almost positive that there’s more to the story. “I’m sure this is hard on you, considering what happened with Billy.” Farkle nods in reply.

“Yeah, but my friends noticed something was wrong. Lucas stood up to Billy and called me his best friend. Right now, Lucas and Maya have no idea anything is bothering Riley.” Zay’s eyes narrow in confusion. “You mean they’re so caught up in their relationship they don’t see anything?” The genius bites his lip. “Ever since they started dating, it’s like nothing else matters, not even Riley. I wish they would realize that she needs them.” ‘I know it’s harsh, but that’s what I’ve noticed.’ 

Zay grabs his lukewarm plate of food, scarfing down some hotdogs and baked beans. “How do you think we should handle this?” Farkle sighs, running a hand through his hair. “After Lucas picked Maya, Riley started pushing people away. We need to be there for her to lean on.” ‘I know something else is going on with her, but I have no idea what.’ The Texan nods somberly. “I’ll try my best, but it might be hard cuz I’m at a different school.” 

Farkle shoots him an empathetic smile, appreciating his efforts. “That’s understandable. You and Smackle have your own stuff going on.” Zay perks up, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, exactly. In fact, here’s us at homecoming.” He shows the genius a picture of himself with Smackle. They’re both smiling at the camera, arms around each other. Farkle sighs as he gazes at the happy people frozen in a blissful moment.

”I’m glad you two are doing well. You seem…different.” The Texan eyes Farkle in confusion. “Different? What do you mean?” The genius shakes his head insistently. “It’s not a bad thing. You both look happier, more content.” Zay smiles timidly. “Yeah, we are.”

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Riley’s words stung and Lucas felt like he’d been sucker punched. “What? Riley, what’s wrong with needing someone?” He watches the brunette carefully. She sighs, shaking her head. “You and Maya, you’re dating. How can I just dump my problems on you like that?” The cowboy crosses his arms. “Friends talk and real friends listen. You taught me that, remember? Just because I’m dating Maya doesn’t mean you and I aren’t still friends.”

Riley nods, still looking unconvinced. “But how does Maya feel about this? She’s my best friend.” Lucas shrugs, biting his lip. “I don’t know, but if you two are best friends, why’d you call me instead of her?” The brunette sighs, gathering her thoughts. “Because, you know Maya. She’d make a big deal over this. She’d cause more drama.” The cowboy nods in silent agreement. 

‘She makes a good point, but maybe there’s something deeper than this.’ Lucas runs his hands through his hair. “I see your point, but it’s not just that. What else is going on?” His question makes Riley’s stomach do somersaults. “Maya stopped caring a long time ago. She never believed in me becoming a cheerleader.” The cowboy sighs, feeling a tinge of regret and compassion. “I’ll talk to her about that. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”

Riley’s phone dings again, a new text on her screen. She grabs the device, moving away from Lucas to read it. Well well, looks like someone had fun at the party. Maybe a little too much fun. Her heart drops as she sees a picture of herself kissing Jerry, in her bra and panties. She shuts the phone off, stuffing it into her sock drawer. “What is it?” Lucas asks, seeing her tense up.

The brunette shakes her head, turning back around. “Nothing, it’s not important.” She looks uneasy and the cowboy knows something is bothering her. He sighs, walking towards her. “Riley, please. Tell me what’s wrong.” His voice is soothing and she bites her lip nervously. “I can’t. I don’t know how.” 

Lucas feels his heart clench as he notices her teary gaze. He grabs her shoulders gently, trying to break through her walls. “Hey, look at me. You don’t have to push me away.” The brunette brushes away a stray tear. “No, you don’t understand. You can’t, no one does.” Riley slides down her door, clutching her knees to her chest. The cowboy watches her, feeling frustrated and helpless, wishing he could help.

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After much convincing, Riley finally got Lucas to go home. She promised to let him know if she needed anything, but didn’t plan on following through on it. ‘Who’s doing this to me? And why?’ Her thoughts turned back to that night at the party. A night that she couldn’t remember and wanted to forget. It was after midnight by the time she found herself shutting the light.

Her phone vibrated again and Riley’s heart pounded in her ears. She felt like she couldn’t even breathe for five minutes. ‘Why did the other message mention Charlie?’ Riley debated on getting some sleep, but the slew of thoughts and possibilities were unshakable. The question made her stomach churn at the picture’s implications.

She needed to figure out what was going on and soon. The messages were getting intense, personal and the situation felt overwhelming. ‘It’s been almost two weeks and the messages are still happening.’ Riley was both curious and irritated by the observer. But in the end, she listened to her playlist until she fell asleep.

Days passed by, it was now Wednesday and the beginning of October. The trees in Central Park were changing color, leaves scattering down in whispers of mystery. Riley prepared for another school day, and shoved a sweater over her head. She admired the festive orange and brown striped pattern, and grabbed her skinny jeans. Autumn was one of her favorite seasons and right now, she needed the distraction.

Her gaze fell to her phone, which she clutched in a frantic grip. Farkle hadn’t reached out much, but she figured he was giving her some space. Just then, a text came in. Oh great, you’re smiling. Next time warn me first. Riley sighed, shaking her head in dismay. The observer was frustrating and cruel. ‘What’s wrong with me?’

Riley put her phone away, her mood already resolute and irritable. With a last glance at her room, she slung her backpack on and trotted through her family’s apartment. She grabbed a quick yogurt and two waffles, heading for the subway. Her parents were preoccupied with their own lives, and she knew better than to impose on them.

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“What are you talking about, Lucas?” Maya’s voice was tinged with irritation and frustration. Her patience was running thin. The last thing she wanted to hear about was Riley. Maya was convinced that Riley was being selfish again, and it pissed her off. Lucas had a good heart and she believed that Riley wanted attention.

“I just think you should spend some time with her. She’s your best friend, Maya.” The blonde cowboy was at his girlfriend’s locker, trying to get her to listen. The two girls were like night and day, but back in middle school, they had been inseparable. “People change,” she said, putting her sketchbook on the shelf, “we’re not kids anymore.”

Lucas sighed, rubbing his neck. “I know. But you’re acting like she doesn’t exist anymore.” He watched the blonde beauty, gauging her reaction. “Don’t you care about her?” Maya huffed, shutting her locker and facing him. “Of course I do. What kind of a question is that?” 

The blonde cowboy shook his head. “An honest one. Maya, since we’ve been dating you’ve barely hung out with her.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing in frustration. “She’s busy cheerleading and I have stuff with the art club. Why do I have to explain myself?” 

Lucas paused before replying. “Because right now, something is going on with Riley and she needs her friends.” The blonde beauty’s expression shifted from annoyed to confused. “What do you mean? Last time I checked she seemed fine.” The blonde cowboy shot her a dirty look. “Just promise me you’ll try talking to her.”

Maya sighed, rolling her eyes. “Alright, fine. I’ll text her today after school.” She couldn’t help feeling annoyed and frustrated. These days, her focus has been on sketching, going out with Lucas and doing homework. Lucas gave her a genuine smile, kissing her on the lips. “I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

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Farkle strolled down the hallway, navigating his way. He had planned on catching Maya at her locker before the final bell. But glancing around, he realized she was no where in sight. Then he noticed a familiar blonde cowboy across the sea of lockers and teenage antics. Farkle walked over casually, deciding to chat with his friend. He hadn’t heard from Lucas since they’d hung out for the movie marathon.

“Hey Lucas,” Farkle called out, approaching the blonde cowboy. The boys hadn’t talked for a while, and now seemed as good a time as any. “Hey Farkle,” Lucas replied, facing the genius, “How’s things going? We haven’t talked much lately.” Farkle shrugged, debating how to respond. “Yeah, I’ve been working on some stuff. How’s things with Maya?” He watched Lucas, gauging his reaction. “She’s doing okay. Between her art stuff and my sports stuff, we’ve both been pretty tied up.”

Both boys knew the unspoken truth. Maya hadn’t spoken to Riley nor Farkle since the movies and even then things had been tense. Lucas felt torn between his friendship and concern for Riley and his romance with Maya. He loved Maya, there was no doubt about that. But with Riley getting anonymous texts, he couldn’t help wanting to help her. Maybe Farkle would know how to handle this.

”You okay? You seem…worried about something.” Farkle’s voice brought him back from his momentary trance. Lucas sighed, looking around before whispering in his ear, “Something is going on with Riley and I want to help, but I can’t figure out what to do.” 

Farkle’s blue eyes watched him carefully, his gaze intense yet attentive. “You…you know,” his voice shook as the realization settled in. “You know about the texts?” Lucas gave a small nod, a shocked expression on his face. “You’re not surprised. If anything, you look relieved.” The genius took a deep breath.

“You’re gonna ask why I didn’t tell you,” he said, his eyes downcast in defeat. The blonde cowboy looked thoughtful for a minute before piecing it together. “Riley didn’t want me to know.” It made sense, considering how on edge and distant she’d been. The realization left him feeling both confused and betrayed.

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Riley was in her study period when she noticed a text from someone she hadn’t heard from since the night of Charlie’s party: Maya. The blonde beauty had barely said anything to her when they crossed paths in the hallway. If anything, it seemed Riley ceased to exist in Maya’s life now. Been a while, wanna catch up at Topanga’s after school? The brunette sighed, curious and surprised by the invite. Sure, see you around 4:30. At the usual spot. With a deep breath, she hit the send button.

The thought of hanging out with Maya stirred up a wave of suspicion. ‘Why did she want to meet up? Had Maya somehow found out about the observer’s texts?’ Riley pushed her thoughts aside, focusing on reviewing her notes. She skimmed over the study guide, trying to recall the material. Riley had been so preoccupied with the anonymous texts, she was barely keeping her A average.

When the clock read 3:45, she was already on the subway. Her fellow cheerleaders had ended practice early due to the slew of upcoming exams. The subway was almost empty, but Riley arrived at Topanga’s with ten minutes to spare. She sat at their usual table after ordering a pumpkin spiced latte with almond milk. The shot of vanilla made the festive drink taste perfect. At exactly 4:30, the door opened and Riley spotted her blonde bestie at the counter. Maya had her usual companion, a sketchbook filled with ideas.

The blonde beauty sighed when she turned around, her attempt at a smile almost forced. “Hey Riles,” she called out, approaching the girl she’d once thought of as a sister. “what’s new with you?” The girl in question glanced up, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. “Just cheerleader stuff, Maya. Still going to the art club?” Maya nodded in reply, sitting across from her. “Yeah, everything going okay with you? Lucas said—”

“Lucas… he told you to reach out to me, didn’t he?” Riley finished, cutting off Maya mid sentence. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, waiting for a reaction. “Yeah, I thought I’d meet you and see what the big deal is.” Her words sent a surge of bitterness through Riley. “The big deal? Maya, do you hear yourself?” Riley retorted, her voice sharp and jagged. “You only reached out to me because Lucas told you to, not because you care.”

Maya paled as she realized she’d said too much. “Riley, come on,” she said, hoping to clarify her mistake, “you can’t be serious.” But the look on the brunette’s face was unrelenting. “You don’t care about me, this was just a stupid chore for you. Well, I’m done. Tell Lucas you tried and failed.” With those words, Riley shot her an angry glare and grabbed her latte. The bell on the door clanged loudly as she slammed it behind her.

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‘How could I be so stupid?’ Riley had hoped despite the lack of contact, that Maya had genuinely cared about their friendship. A hope that had now been extinguished by the realization of truth. ‘How dare she act like I’m a burden!’ The betrayal echoed the mess in Texas when Lucas had dumped her for Maya. “I can’t believe we were friends,” the brunette murmured to herself, strolling down the street, her heart shattered. The ache was fueled by sadness and anger. At Maya, at Lucas, and most of all, at herself for caring.

Her cellphone vibrated and Riley felt an impending sense of doom wash over her. As she eyed the device, a series of text messages poured through. From Farkle, from her parents, from….the observer? A pit formed in her stomach when an incoming text showed up. Oh boo hoo. Artists aren’t so kind, right, bitch? And grab some Kleenex, no one wants to see a freak bawl like a baby.

That was the last straw for Riley, who didn’t know why she wasn’t surprised by the bitter treatment. If the observer treated her like dirt, how was her best friend any different? They’d had pillow fights and sleepovers, but when was the last time Maya had truly had her back? Was it the night of the party, when she’d covered for a wasted Riley? Or back when Lucas first came to town?

Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning. It was when they had been with Riley’s uncle, Shawn Hunter at the Matthews’ apartment celebrating Christmas. “Why do you make Riley feel bad?” Those words repeated in her mind, and she could still remember the shocked expression on Shawn’s face at the accusation. That was the last time she’d seen the old Maya. The Maya who listened to endless chatter and never expected anything in return.

Riley headed for the subway, hoping to make it home before dusk. She was exhausted from the back and forth with Maya. All that could take her mind off things was a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. “Hot chocolate is the cure for all things shitty in life.” It was a quote she’d heard once, a quote that stuck with her. Riley couldn’t remember who had said it, but it made her feel…understood somehow.

Her phone vibrated again, and this time, it was someone she dreaded less than Maya. Her uncle, Josh, who didn’t seem old enough to be an uncle and felt more like a big brother. Hey Riley, how’s that history class going? Is my brother still finding excuses to be your teacher? She rolled her eyes, half amused but mostly tired. I actually transferred out. Traded Dad’s extra homework for cheerleading practices instead.

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Maya didn’t know how long she’d been sitting at Topanga’s. Long enough for her to replay the conversation she’d had with Riley at least twice. She grabbed her phone, and saw an incoming call from Lucas. “Maya? Did you two get a chance to talk?” The feisty blonde groaned internally, part annoyance and part frustration. “Yeah, you could say that. But things didn’t go so well.” She heard him sigh through the phone, and then a dreaded reply.

”What do you mean?” The tone in his voice wavered, a mix of concern and confusion. She grabbed her sketch book, flipping through as she tried to think of an explanation. How could she explain this without looking like the villain? “It’s nothing. I just said something that I probably shouldn’t have.” There was a pause, and she thought he’d hung up. Until…. “Maya, what did you do?”

The words came out faster than she’d planned and before she knew it, Maya had told him everything that had been said between her and Riley. “You did what?!” Lucas voice drifted through the phone, a mix of disappointment and frustration. The feisty blonde moved the phone away from her ear, lowering the volume on her cellphone. “Lucas, calm down. Look, I’m sure she just needs to cool off.”

Maya had screwed up, but Riley didn’t have to be so sensitive. After all, it’s not like they were seven years old again. He huffed, clutching the phone to his ear. “You said it was a chore? Right in front of Riley! Do you hate her?” Maya’s eyes snapped up at the question. How could he even think to ask her that? “No, I don’t hate her, Lucas. But she’s always craving attention. And I can’t stand it, okay?”

The cowboy could barely believe what he was hearing. “Maya, part of having a friend is being a friend. It’s reaching out and…” His voice trailed off, and he knew she was getting aggravated. “What about Riley? She’s never even reached out or asked how I’m doing. I can’t keep dealing with her dramatic shit!” Lucas was tempted to end the call, but he didn’t want to be on Maya’s bad side.

”Dramatic shit?” He found himself retorting back in exasperation. “Maya, it’s bad, okay?” The feisty blonde shook her head at his tone. “What is it this time, huh? Doing more cartwheels and shaking her pom poms?” Lucas wanted to reach through the phone and shake some sense into her. Instead, he replied once more before ending the call. “Never mind, I gotta go.”

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The next few days passed in a blur of texts, homework and cheer practice. For Riley, she’d deduced to keeping to herself, talking briefly to Farkle in the halls. But Maya, she’d avoided like the plague. The thought of talking to Lucas both made her confused and upset. The last thing she’d needed was to feel like a burden on her friends. And Maya had done exactly that. So it was a complicated situation when Riley and Lucas bumped into each other that Sunday at Central Park. 

For Lucas, he couldn’t comprehend how things had spiraled out of control with the two girls. Sure, he’d known there’d be tension, but this? Not even Farkle could’ve predicted a disaster like this. The blonde cowboy had spotted Riley sitting on a bench under an elm tree. The leaves were now a brown color as they fell in a pile on the ground. He’d considered leaving without a word but shook his head at the thought. ‘Riley’s my friend, I’m not gonna avoid talking to her until things blow over.’

“Nice day for a walk,” he’d said before he could think twice, “you come here often?” For a moment he assumed she hadn’t heard him, or worse, that she would ignore him. “Yeah, I come here sometimes for the scenery.” She faced him, her brown hair glowing in the sunlight. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I can go if—” But Riley shook her head, cutting him off mid-sentence. “You can stay, just don’t bring up Maya.”

That seemed only fair, and Lucas found that was a compromise he could work with. “Alright. So, how’s your family doing?” It felt like a safe topic, a good place to start. And Riley was more than happy to follow suit. “My parents and Auggie are doing good. I actually talked to my Uncle Josh a few days ago.” The mention of Josh Matthews took the blonde cowboy by surprise. “That’s good, what’s he doing nowadays, anyway?”

Truth be told, Lucas was still uneasy about Riley’s two-years-older-than her uncle. Sure, he had been insecure that time he’d seen the way Maya looked at Josh. But she’d assured him, time and time again, “He’s got nothing on you, Huckleberry.” The blonde cowboy had buried his fears back in Texas, he trusted Maya. “Josh is taking a psychology course and an accounting course. But he’s also thinking of joining a fraternity.” 

Lucas saw how excited Riley seemed, he knew she looked up to Josh more than anyone. Why? He had absolutely no idea, aside from the fact that Josh was considered cool and even surpassed the legendary Shawn Hunter in that regard. “Hey, Riley, you’ve never really told me why you seem so close to him.” His question wasn’t entirely unexpected. To Riley, her uncle Josh was the perfect mix of fun loving and responsible. Sure, he had a wild side, but his loyalty is what she admired. “Josh is a big brother to me, Lucas. The way my dad was to him, only not so… old school.”

The thought hadn’t crossed the blonde cowboy’s mind, he’d never considered that. Perhaps that was how Maya herself felt towards Josh, but most people don’t go checking out their older brothers. And that alone made Lucas both confused and weary. ‘What if Maya dumped him for an older, cooler guy, like Josh?’ Lucas figured he’d toe the line of compromise just a bit. Just a simple question. “Riley, does Ma—” He caught himself from saying the name, “does she like Josh as a brother too?”

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Farkle found himself boarding the subway, his body on autopilot. He had been both stunned and confused upon hearing the dreaded exchange from days past. ‘Why would Maya ever make Riley feel like a burden?’ The genius wondered to himself, the thought still not making sense. Farkle had no idea what he was doing on the subway or where he was going. But when he heard the announcement for Main Street, his mind was made up. He was going to get this mess figured out now.

Something had to be done, and it was time to talk to reinforcements. Who better than Riley’s parents? The two people who saw and interacted with her on a daily basis? Farkle knew he had to be smart about approaching the Matthews,’ especially Cory. Riley’s dad was always applying everyday life to his history lessons. If he caught wind of her latest turmoil, not only would Riley feel betrayed, Farkle himself would be interrogated. And one doesn’t want to be on the opposite side of a teacher like Cory or a lawyer like Topanga.

As Farkle strolled down Main Street, he reminded himself that he had to talk to Mr. Matthews as his teacher, and mentor, not as an over concerned parent. The genius reached the apartment building and headed inside, taking the elevator. ‘What if Riley’s here? What if Topanga answers the door?’ He sighed, his heart pounding in his chest like it would explode. The elevator dinged and he found himself face to face with the door to the Matthews’ apartment. Taking a deep breath, the genius knocked twice. He heard the chain being undone and the door opened to reveal a very surprised yet concerned Cory Matthews.

”Farkle? What are you doing here? Riley’s not home right now.” There was a pause and then came the reply. “Actually, I’m here to see you, sir. Is this a bad time?” Cory stepped aside, beckoning him to come into the apartment. He sat across from his daughter’s oldest friend, and saw the uneasy expression on his face. “Are you okay, Farkle? You look like something’s bothering you and it’s not Belgium 1831.”

The genius took a seat on the couch as he gathered his thoughts. “Mr. Matthews, there’s something I think you should—” Just then, the door bursts open, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Hey Dad, I had a good time at the…. park.” Riley trailed off, surprised when she noticed an unexpected visitor in the living room. “Riley, I can explain. We were just—”

“Farkle, stay out of it,” Riley begged, her tone a mix of desperation and pleading, “I don’t want you getting in the middle of this.” The genius sighed, his eyes darting between the girl he loved and the teacher he admired. “Riley, I don’t think I can do that.” Mr. Matthews had a concerned look on his face, he knew something was going on with his daughter. But Topanga had assured him it was teenage girl topics and she’s handle it if needed.

The brunette’s eyes locked with Farkle’s, a firm yet insistent expression on her face. “You can, and you will. It’s not your business or my dad’s.” Riley wasn’t the type to talk back, at least, not Riley from middle school. But this… Cory could see that she was serious. “Riley, Farkle cares about you. We both do, you know that.” The genius knew he had two options: Tell Mr. Matthews everything or let Riley lie. Yet, to their surprise, Farkle walked out, leaving the two for a stare-down in the apartment.

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The room was quiet as Cory stared at his daughter. Her chocolate brown eyes, usually full of enthusiasm and optimism, now were distant and cold. “Riley, please. Talk to me,” the history teacher practically pleaded, his voice a mix of concern and worry. There were a few topics he never discussed with his teenage daughter: sex, menstruation, and birth control. Anything beyond that was fair game, besides, the thought of hearing his daughter, his innocent daughter bring up those made him feel nauseous and overwhelmed. But, since Topanga wasn’t there, and no one else was around… If they had to talk, Cory would do his best to maneuver through it.

“Sweetie, whatever it is, you can tell me,” his voice echoed off the walls and she crossed her arms defiantly. “No, Dad. I don’t want to talk about it. Not with you, mom or anyone.” Riley immediately regretted her choice of words noticing how her father crumbled. Cory recoiled as if he’d been slapped, his face a mask of confusion and hurt. “Riley… You’re not leaving this room until we talk it out.” With a sigh, the brunette sat on the couch across from her dad. “It doesn’t matter. I can handle it myself.” 

Cory felt his heart shatter into pieces at her defiance. “Honey, if it’s about… sex or girl stuff… I’m here, okay? I promise I won’t pass out.” His tone was gentle yet firm, silently hoping that she’d open up to him. Riley had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Last time, he’d almost fainted when Topanga took her bra shopping in seventh grade. “Dad, it’s not about…. those things, I swear.”

The history teacher sighed, a look of relief washed over him. “Then what? You’ve been so moody lately, and your grades are slipping.” The observation caught Riley off guard, she hadn’t expected this, for him to see the shift in her behavior. “You checked up on me. I’m not failing my classes, okay?” The brunette couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her dad had always said she was the responsible type, the one who knew right from wrong and now… He was treating her like she was a broken doll.

“Ever since you became a cheerleader… you’ve been distant. It’s like there’s this whole other life you’re keeping from me.” Cory saw the pain in her eyes, the way they flashed with anger and fear. This wasn’t his daughter, the little girl he’d pushed on the swings at the park. “Dad, people grow up. Look at Lucas? He’s not the same as when he first came here.” Lucas Friar, a subject Riley hadn’t mentioned in months, albeit only in brief context. “Riley, is that what’s been upsetting you? The fact that he’s dating Maya?” The topic of Maya, which her friends knew was off limits, was now being discussed.

Cory must’ve seen the look on her face, the resentment seeping through. “What? No, Dad,” The brunette said, her tone brewing with frustration, “I’m trying to make a point here.” And with a sigh of resignation, the history teacher clamped his mouth shut, waiting for her to speak her peace. “People change people, remember? You taught me that.” Riley was torn between opening up and shutting her dad out, but she couldn’t fight the exhaustion. Not now. “You said friends talk and real friends listen, but Maya’s not my friend anymore.”

Those words made Cory blink in confusion, this was the first he’d heard of something so final. “What? Riley, what happened? You two were like sisters.” The brunette shrugged in reply. “Sisters? Our friendship means nothing to her. And now, it means nothing to me too.” Unsure what to say, the history teacher approached his daughter, and opened his arms for a hug. Riley couldn’t remember feeling so safe as she buried her face in his chest, welcoming the comfort. And Cory held her, feeling both helpless and grateful that she’d opened up.

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