Behind her Back

When Things Take a Sudden Turn...

Riley's P.O.V
I groan as I try to figure out my algebra homework. I'm way too old for this crap, I'm 15 years old, a woman practically. I shove everything into my big ass binder and sigh. God, I hate high school. I text Maya:
Me: wanna come to my place tonight to study and do homework (even tho we don't really do homework)
Maya: uh sorry riles I'm uh grounded
Me: really? Who knew ur mom grounded u? She never did that b4?
Maya:uh, shit my mom is calling me bye
Hm, that's strange, Maya seems strange. Her mom never grounds her, why would she suddenly start? Her mom is also usually working during this time and never calls Maya. Something is up. I call Farkle. He picks up on the third ring. "Hey Riley." "Oh my gosh Farkle I'm so stressed out and I think Maya is lying to me. You should come over and help me with my algebra homework." I hear him laugh and say "Did you call me just for that? But anyway we should get dinner at that new restaurant that just opened up. Lombardo's I think? I hear it's really good. And not very expensive. A plus." I smile and say "Not a date, right?" He says "Right." I smile and say " Okay, how about 6:30?" He says " That can work."  I hang up and throw myself onto my bed. Is Lombardo's Italian? This will be a good night.
    
At 6:45 we get to Lombardo's. I chose a casual denim dress to wear. God, this place looks fancy. We're led to a table in the middle of the restaurant. I open the menu book and stare in awe at the prices. My favorite meal, chicken Parmesan, is $15! "God, Farkle you said this place was cheap? What world are you from where this stuff is cheap?" Farkle shrugs and says "It doesn't really matter, I can pay for it anyway." I roll my eyes and say "What are you ordering? I'm getting the chicken Parmesan." He says "I'll just get a soup and salad. Oh, we should get some champagne!" I vigorously shake my head and say "We're underage Farkle! How will we get that, can you explain to me how?" Farkle smirks and flashes a fake ID indicating him to be 25 years old. My jaw drops. "Farkle you're such a good boy with a fake ID!" He shrugs once again and says "Never too early to try it. How about a few glasses?" I say "Okay." I get a guilty feeling that bubbles up in my stomach as Farkle tells the waiter what we want. I shouldn't be doing this.

At seven we finally get our food. I shove the noodles and chicken into my mouth and Farkle holds the champagne in a fancy flute. He holds the flute up into the air and nudges his head upwards to tell me to copy him. I do the same and he says "To a good night with my best friend and crush, Riley Matthews." We clink our flutes together and I take a sip. It has a sourish, bitter, sweet taste. I almost puke as I down the whole glass. Farkle does the same. "Good, right?" I nod even though it's anything but good."More champagne!" Farkle calls out to a nearby waitress. She pours us more and I quietly groan. Farkle lifts his up and we clink glass like the other time. He finishes the flute in record time. I tip the glass back and can only get a gulp of the sour liquid before I slam the glass back onto the table. I feel dizzy. This isn't enough to get drunk, is it? I remember learning in health class that the lesser you weigh the easier you get drunk. Wait, is that what I leaned? Farkle tells me to finish the third glass, and I see he's already finished with his. "Farkle I-" he tells me to suck it up and just drink it. I do as he says. He leans over the table and says "How do you feel?" I glare at him. "Oh my god," I say when I realize something. "You idiot! You just wanna use me! That's why you made me drink all this crap! I'm leaving." I hear him call for me to wait when I bump into someone who smells a heck of a lot like Maya. Whose height is Maya's. Whose hair is Maya's. And whose face is Maya's.