Emily's POV

We are in History class. "Ancient Greece--" Mr. Matthews starts but Riley cuts him off.

"What that? What that that?" She asks about the present he has.

"What thi-this?" He asks pointing to the present. "This is a present." He informs her.

"Is it for me?" She asks him.

"What's your game, Matthews?" I ask him. With Maya agreeing.

"Game? I mean no game. I just want to know who here wants this present." He asks. All students raise their hands except Maya and I. Oh, Maya, Emily what? You assume by playing hard to get, I'm gonna give it to you?" He asks us.

"Well, yes. That's one of the many arrows in my quiver." I say. I look at Farkle as he says this.

Farkle shudders."Medieval talk-- What are you doing to me, woman?" He asks me. I smirk at him, then when Mr. Matthews starts talking again, I look at him.

"Riley." He says. He puts the box on her desk.

"Yay!" Riley opens the box and pulls out a small chalk board that said. "The Trojan horse"?" She asks him.

"Surprise." Mr. Matthews says.

"This isn't a present. This is one of your life lessons wrapped up in a class lesson wrapped up in a box of nothing." She exclaims.

"How you doing, honey?" Maya asks her.

"I'ma worked up." She says.

"I know." I say as Riley puts back the frame into the box.

"You assumed because it was all neat and pretty that something good was inside. Ancient Troy was protected by walls. The Greeks couldn't get in, so they built a big wooden horse and left it behind. What do you think the Trojans did?" Mr. Matthews asks.

"They left it there because they were afraid that somebody was trying to teach them something." Riley says.

"They captured it as a trophy and brought it inside. That night, the Greek soldiers crawled out of the horse and defeated Troy. What have we learned here?" Lucas raises his hand from behind me. "Mr. Friar."

"Don't make assumptions based on what you see?" He asks.

"Riley, listen, I'm sorry I made an example of you. So here's a gift for you." He says holding out two cards.

"Ooh-- No! I want to-- No! Pretty ribbon-- No!" Riley says. I look at her in amusement.

"I'll take my chances with that, sir." Lucas says.

"No, Lucas. You have to assume it was no good because the first one was no good. Aren't you all proud of me, dad?" Riley asks.

"No!" He says.

Lucas reads the cards. "Get out of detention free."

"Ooh, I could use one of those." I say.

"Gimme one and Emily the other and we won't call you "Ranger Rick" all week." Maya says with me nodding.

"Here you go." He says and hands them to us.

"Thanks, Ranger Roy." We say in unison.

"Lemme guess. Ranger Roy is filling in for Ranger Rick?" He asks and I smirk.

"All week. And now... you." Maya says to Mr. Matthews.

"Oh, is something gonna happen to me?" He asks.

"Yes, it is." I say then Maya and I stand up and approach the table. "A d-d-d-d, a d-d-d-d" we stand on top of his desk. "a d-d-d-detention. But not today. Boom!" We say in unison. We hold out the cards.

"Read the cards" He says.

I give him a confused look as Maya asks "Huh?"

"Cards."

I read the car out loud. ""Say 'get out of detention free' then give worthless cards to Emily and Maya then watch them dance on my desk." I finish then we both return to our desks.

"Never assume. Look more deeply. Just because something is wrapped up all pretty, doesn't always mean it is." Mr. Matthews says.

Maya and I turn back to Lucas. "You were in on this!" I say.

"I'm Ranger Roy and I'll be here all week." He tips imaginary hat.

Maya and I shudder and turn away. "Oh-ho-ho."

Interscholastic Debate.

"...in conclusion, school uniforms reduce individuality which will be unnecessary in the real world when you're all working for me. Thank you. I am Farkle!" Farkle says. I smile at him.

"I don't understand debate." Riley says.

"I say you do." Maya says.

"Okay." Riley says.

"I like debate-- exploring two sides of the same thing-- good and bad, light and dark, right in front of you at the same time. Where else are you gonna get that? Oh, right here. Look at you." Lucas says to us.

"And now from Einstein academy," He reads the paper. "undefeated this season, 72 pounds of raw intellectual power! She is who your mama wishes she gave birth to!" The one, the only... Smackle!" Mr. Matthews says. Yeah he's probably right, my mother would probably wish that she gave birth to Smackle.

Smackle gets out, does some moves and walks toward Farkle. "You goin' down, chump." She gets the microphone. "Wearing a uniform makes you surrender to conformity and sacrifices uniqueness, which is our most valuable freedom. Don't let anybody tell you what to wear. Don't let anybody tell you what to be. Smackle, the one and only, out." She says.

"Well, before I announce the winner, let me remind you all that our final debate of the season will be held right here next week, where our thought-provoking topic will be "Is beauty only skin deep?" Smackle makes a face then Cory receives the paper. "Great, thank you. So the winner of today's debate is..." Farkle stands and Cory lets him sit. "Isadora Smackle, Einstein academy." I frown.

Everyone claps. "It looks like our debate team could use some help." Riley says.

"Yeah, Smackle's definitely got game." Lucas says.

"She beats Farkle every time." I say, frowning.

"You think he's gotten used to it by now?" Riley asks.

Farkle lies down and groans. "It hurts." I frown at him. I hate seeing him lose the debates.

"Nope. Good thing we're there for him. Being there for him is the most important thing we can be--" she looks at melon balls. "Melon balls."

"Ooh." Riley says.

Smackle kneels down beside Farkle and shakes his hand. "Valiant effort as usual, my arch-nemesis. Perhaps a smoothie would take the sting out of my latest victory."

"Yeah. Perhaps you're right. I'll go see." He says and tries to get up but Smackle lies him down again.

"Smackle, you fool. You forgot how literal he is. Farkle," she stands up. "I meant would you like to get a smoothie with me?" She wants to get a smoothie with him. I frown and start feeling kinda upset. Wait, why am I upset about her wanting to go with Farkle to get a smoothie? Did I just answer my own question? Yes.

Farkle stands up. "Isadora, what part of "Arch-Nemesis" do you not understand?" He asks her.

"Farkle, you might find this hard to believe, but I am a significant amount of fun. Would you like to see my fun face?" She asks him.

"That would be of interest to me. Proceed." Farkle says. She makes a face.

"I'm doing it!" Smackle says.

"Well, Farkle, good job being smart and everything." I say when I walk over to him.

"Thanks for coming, Emily. Sorry you had to see me lose again." I smile at him.

"Wonderful debate, Farkle. A memory that will live with me right up until the next thing happens." I hug Farkle and he walks away. I think I like Farkle. "Well, Smackle, good job being smart and everything." I say then turn away.

"I am sad." Smackle says with no emotion.

I turn back. "What?" I ask her.

Smackle Stands up. "Farkle and I are perfect for each other. Why does he prefer you?"

"I don't know." But I hope he does actually like me. Why am I thinking this?

"Well, there's nothing left to do now but get a smoothie all alone and continue this good cry I'm having." She says.

"You're crying?" Riley says walking up to us.

"Yes. A-wah A-wah." Smackle says.

"I don't think that's actually-- " I start to say. But she cuts me off.

Smackle says louder. "A-wah A-wah..." She starts mumbles gibberish.

"Look, I am going to ask you something really fast and then I'm going to regret it. You wanna come to my house?" I look at her wide eyed. She turns to her left. "Ooh."

"Yes, I would like to come to your house. There is much I can learn from you." Riley tries to hug Smackle.

"Oh, no! We already have a weird friend." Maya says and I agree.

"They mean me." Riley says.

We go back to Riley's apartment.

"Why do we have to be a part of your campaign to befriend every little woodland creature?" I ask Riley.

"Which woodland creature am I in your mind?" She asks me but Maya answers and I nod agreeing.

"You're like a little gopher... chipmunk combo deal." She says.

"Maya, Emily, Smackle needs our help." She says. I sigh.

"Yes. I need you to teach me the equation for beauty." Smackle says.

"Why?" Maya asks.

"Smackle loves Farkle." The words coming out of Riley's mouth, hurts. I don't know why but it hurts. And I don't want her with him. I don't know why, I just don't. Why am I thinking all of this?! What is wrong with me? I never thought of Farkle like that but now. I don't know. Am I jealous?

"Why?" Maya asks.

"But he prefers you three to me because you three are aesthetically pleasing. I, on the other hand, am less aesthetically pleasing, but am superior in every other area." I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I don't know why I feel like this.

"Okay, so you want us to make you beautiful?" I ask her.

"Yes, but I don't expect you to be able to change a trillion years of evolution in five seconds." Smackle says.

"Let me know when it's four seconds." Riley says.

"Go." Maya, Riley and I begin to immediately make over Smackle.

"I'm... pretty?" She asks when we finish.

"You're the hottest little gopher-chipmunk in the whole forest." Maya says.

Riley gives Smackle a mirror to look at. "Who's the genius now?"

The three of us toss our hair back and say in unison. "Stop it."

Smackle goes to Riley's mirror on the wall. "My outward appearance now seems to represent the current trends agreeable to the general populace."

"Then why are you still talking like you don't know what you look like?" I ask her.

"Ah, my speech. That's an easy fix." Smackle says.

"I don't think so." Riley says.

"Awesome, like, giggle, question, omigosh." Smackle says.

"Do you wanna lay that out again for us normals?" I ask her.

"Observations reveal that if I merely insert "awesome," "like," "omigosh," and giggle at everything like it's a question, I will assimilate into the general teenage population." Smackle says.

Maya snickers. "It's not that easy, Smackle."

"E=mc2" She says.

"What did you do that for?" Maya asks her.

"Like "E" totally equals M.C.Squared! (giggles) Omigosh, awesome!" Smackle says.

"E=mc2" Maya and I say in unison.

"I understand the universe." Riley says.

The three of us mimic an explosion.

Later that day, Riley, Maya and I walk into the classroom.

Maya and Riley enter the room with I'm wearing Smackle's glasses. "Ladies."

"Farkle." The three of us say in unison.

"Emily, why are you wearing glasses?" Lucas asks me.

"They're Smackle's. I'm just holding them for her... on my face." I say.

"We want to see if people will treat Emily differently now that she looks smart." Riley says.

"Hello, Suddenly Approachable Woman. What's your prescription? Mine's 20/800. I can basically only hear you." One boy says.

"I don't have a prescription. Although I must say, you guys are looking a lot less blurry." I say to him.

"That's the nicest thing any girl's ever said to us." The other one says.

I remove the glasses from my face and say. "I liked you better blurry."

"That's the second nicest thing a girl's ever said to us." The first one says.

"I think you look nice any way you are, Emily." I smile at Farkle.

"Thanks Farkle." I say smiling. "You wanna go out with us?"

Farkle faints onto the floor. "Out like "out on a date"?" He asks.

"Aw, no. Out like out there with me, Riley and Emily because there's someone else we want to introduce you to." Maya says.

"Yep. We think you'll really like her." Riley says. I wish he would like me.

Why do I keep thinking stuff like this?!?!

"I have a very specific taste in girls. Is she one?" Farkle asks

"Uh-huh." Riley says.

"That'll do it!" He says.

"Presenting your date from the modeling runways of Paris, France--" Riley says.

"The new face of Geek Chic--" she starts speaks in French accent. "Isadora Smackle." Smackle enters modeling her new look.

"Wow." Smackle sits in Farkle's booth. I frown at the two of them. I hope they don't see though. "You made her over?"

"You know, just us girls playing with our hair and clothes." Riley says.

"Are you finally intrigued by me, Farkle?" Smackle asks. I look at the ground.

"I'm intrigued that my friends don't realize that you are an evil genius." I look up at Farkle confused by his words.

Riley chuckles. "But a pretty evil genius, don't you think?"

"This is debate preparation, isn't it?" He asks Smackle.

"What?" I ask him.

"The next debate is "Is beauty only skin deep?" Smackle doesn't want to be like you guys. Smackle only wants to win. You ladies have been played." Farkle says.

"Is this true, Smackle?" Riley asks her.

"Affirmative." Smackle says.

"Riley, do I please have your permission to mess her up now?" I ask, glaring at Smackle.

"Negative." Riley says.

"Smackle, did you assume this outward change in your appearance would not affect your inner self?" Farkle asks her.

"Of course it won't. I am Smackle. But look, four red nails and one blue one. I don't know why. That said, how could any outward change possibly affect the inner Smackle?" She says.

"Hi, guys. Wow, Smackle, you look great." Lucas says walking in.

Smackle giggles. "Did that just come from me?"

"Smile at her." Farkle says to her. Lucas smiles.

"Omigosh. Omigosh, I just said "Omigosh." Like, awesome. Question?"

"Are you okay, Smackle?" Riley asks her.

*I don't understand what's happening to me." Smackle says.

"Why don't you sit next to her, Lucas?" Farkle suggests. Lucas sits next to Smackle.

"No one that's ever looked like you has ever sat this close. Are you sitting here because you want to be my mate?" She asks him.

"I'm sitting here because the seat was empty." Lucas says to her.

"You smell like pine trees." Smackle says to Lucas.

"Thank you." He says, sounding a little confused.

"Our feet are touching." She says.

"You're doing that." He tells her.

Farkle and I share a look. "Hmm, Smackle, would you mind telling me, what is the square root of 36?" I ask her

"Who cares?" She says.

"Excellent. Lucas is on our debate team. Will that be a distraction to you?" Farkle asks her.

"Should be, yeah."

"Good. Let's go. We've got a debate to prepare for. See ya, Emily."

"Bye." I say to him as he and Lucas leave.

"What have you done to me? I'm broken. I'm pretty. I'm confused." Smackle says.

"We can put you back." Riley says.

"Oh, I'm not goin' back! I'm not that confused." Smackle says.

Later on, Riley, Maya and I enter Riley's room to see Farkle, Auggie and Topanga.

"Okay, who's first?" Riley asks them.

"I am." Auggie says

"Farkle, do you have an appointment?" Maya asks him.

"No, I'm a walk-in." Farkle says.

"I'm sorry, Farkle. Feel free to read one of our waiting room magazines. We're jammed." Riley says and Farkle picks up a copy of Bay Window Monthly and stands next to Topanga. "Go." She says to Auggie.

"I want to be with Ava until I die." He says.

"She doesn't feel the same way?" Riley asks.

"She's vague, man. She's messin' with my mind." He replies.

"But it doesn't matter what she says, it matters what she does." I say.

"Did she actually break up with you?" Maya asks him.

"No." He says.

"What? Wait a minute. Auggie, I assumed you guys broke up." Topanga says.

"Oh, Mom. You should never assume. Didn't Dad teach you that?" Riley asks.

"Yeah, don't you get the home versions of these lessons? You're married to the guy." Maya asks Topanga.

"Of course I do. There's just so many of them." She stops for a second then looks like she realized something. "Oh no, I married Feeny." She says.

"So, how is Ava messin' with you?" I ask Auggie.

"She says we might not be together forever. But she also says we might." Auggie says.

"So you still have a girlfriend." I say.

Topanga:And I let you eat cake and whipped cream." Topanga says.

Auggie:Hmm, so I had a pretty good day!" (Topanga pats Auggie and they both exit)

"Next!" Farkle takes a seat in the bay window next to me. "Yes?" Riley asks him.

"I'm tortured." He says.

"What about?" I ask him.

"Smackle's not gonna be at her best at the debate." He says.

"Why not?" Maya asks.

"Because you made her better. Except you didn't." He says.

"You want us to change her back?" Maya asks.

"If we do, Farkle, you'll lose the debate." Riley tells him.

"I only want to beat her when she's really her. She's the best arch-nemesis I could ever have." He says.

"Otherwise, if you beat her, it doesn't count." I say, realizing it.

"You're pretty smart, Emily." Farkle says to me. I smile at him

"Even without glasses?" I ask him. Farkle shakes his head yes causing me to smile more.

At the debate the next day Farkle walks up to us. "You promised you'd change her back." He says to us.

"We tried." Riley says

"She wouldn't go for it." Maya says.

Farkle sighs and goes to Smackle. I sigh and look down at my feet. I think I may be starting to like Farkle.

Farkle starts speaking to the audience. "The nation of Troy was charmed by a beautiful wooden horse. They neglected to consider what was inside. And they lost everything because of outer beauty. Don't be fooled by a pretty wrapper. I mean, who keeps the wrapping paper?" He asks.

Riley raises her hand and says. "I wear ribbons."

"Okay. And our concluding statement will be made by Lucas Friar." He says and the audience claps as Lucas stands up.

"There can be absolutely no debate that the quest for outer beauty at the expense of one's inner self is a road to personal destruction. People make assumptions. I've been labeled a jock and a cowboy, and this is from my friends. But here's a little secret. I like school and I do pretty well. You might look at me and assume baseball player. I look at me and I know I'd better get good grades, because what's on the inside has to be more important than what's on the outside to get into a good college and into a good life. Because beauty is not skin deep. Thank you." Lucas says and the audience claps. Smackle goes up to the mic.

"Omigosh, I'm so totally unprepared and scared. Maybe that's what you would assume I would say, considering the effort I put into my appearance. I'm here to argue Today that beauty actually is skin deep. So I've done some research and I've learned... that it is. When you get compliments from people who don't ordinarily compliment you, when people look at you differently, packaging does matter. I wasn't pretty, then I was. This is a world where "pretty" seems better somehow. Which is too bad, but it's not debatable. However, I also learned that if you get swept up by what you are on the outside you can lose who you are on the inside. Even though it is easy to be fooled by the beauty of a trojan horse, it's real power comes from the army within-- intelligence, compassion, integrity, courage. That army is the real you, no matter what you look like. So even though beauty may be skin deep, beauty is nowhere near as important as the army inside. And I'll try not to forget that." Smackle puts on her glasses. "Well, look at all of you. You're all very deeply beautiful." She turns to Farkle. "Especially you, Farkle. Thank you." The audience claps. She likes Farkle. She walks over to me, Maya and Riley.

"Thank you for taking me in. I hope we can be friends." She says.

"Cool. We've got a lot to learn from each other." Maya says to her.

Riley gives Smackle a hug and then takes one of her ribbons and places it on Smackle's dress, then says to Maya and I. "I continue to not understand anything."

"That's what's so beautiful about you." I say to him.

Later that night, we are at the dinner. Farkle, Maya, Riley, Smackle, Lucas and I are sitting in a booth.

"Valiant effort, Lucas, perhaps a smoothie would take the sting out of my latest victory." Smackle says to Lucas.

"Whoa whoa, back off, sister." Riley says.

"I actually think that Smackle is just enjoying some newfound confidence, Riley." Farkle says.

"You know me too well, arch-nemesis." Smackle says to him.

"She was using you to make Farkle jealous!" Maya says. And he was jealous of her liking Lucas. She likes him and he likes her. That hurts worse then I thought it would. I think I'm jealous of them.

Lucas chuckles. "Well, that's a new one."

"Tell me the truth, Farkle. If Riley, Maya and Emily weren't beautiful, would you still love them?" Smackle asks him.

Farkle looks at us. 'They're beautiful? Oh yeah, I never really noticed." He says. I give him a smile which he returns.

Okay, I am finally done with this chapter at 2 am in the morning. I'm tired. I have to wake up for school in like 4 hours. Lol. So what did you guys think of this chapter? Do you like how I put Emily being jealous about Farkle and Smackle? Do you want me to put more Emily/Farkle scenes? When do you think that they should get together? Okay I know, a lot of questions but I want to know what y'all think. So please comment and let me know your thoughts. I really hope you liked this chapter. Anyways thanks for reading. Bye.

-Kelly.