Elliot Meets World ( season 1)

Elliot Meets World: Of Terror

Gym Class

"Batter up!" Coach yelled.

Farkle was up.

"It's raining outside. Why are we playing softball inside? We should be playing dodgeball. No, wait! What am I talking about? We should be square dancing. Yeah! We should be swinging our partner!" Farkle offered nervously.

"You should be swinging your bat, Farkle." Couch told him.

Elliot stood up.

"Couch how about I go instead of him," Elliot suggested.

"Not this year Matthews! Your friend needs to stop being a wimp! You can't always protect him! Ya, hear me!"  Couch yelled at him.

"Yes Sir," Elliot mumbled.

"Get in there! What are you afraid of?" Couch asked Farkle.

"I'm afraid of getting hit by the ball, coach," Farkle whispered.

"You're afraid of getting hit by the ball?!" Couch repeated loudly.

"I'm also afraid of public humiliation,"  Farkle whispered.

"You're afraid of public humiliation?!" Couch repeated loudly.

Elliot sighed he wished he could do something but apparently not.

"Quit your bellyaching. She throws straight as a rope." Couch told him.

Maya threw the ball and the catcher fell after catching it. There was a flash of lightning.

Riley: Check, check, check her out. Check our little pitcher out!

"Riles?" Maya raised an eyebrow.

"All right. Third base. I'm ready." Riley got in position.

Riley and Lucas looked at each other.

"What hand does this thing go on?" Riley asked innocently.

"You know what hand it goes-"  Maya began.

Lucas went to Riley and helped her.

Elliot glared at Lucas as this was happening.

"Oh," Maya smirked.

"Thanks." Riley smiled after Lucas helped her.

"Yeah, okay."  Lucas turned to leave when Riley smacked his butt.

Elliot gasped.

Lucas turned to Riley.

"Yeah, I did that," Riley smirked.

"Riley Morgan Matthews!" Elliot scolded.

"Sorry, Dad."  Riley rolled her eyes.

"Dad? Did you just call me Dad?!"  Elliot yelled outranged.

Nobody paid attention to him. Lucas went back to his position, smirking

"Why do I have to be up?" Farkle questioned.

"Why does anybody have to be up, Farkle? Why does anybody have to be anything? Why do I have to be a gym teacher? I could be a ballerina! Doo, doo, doo! Doo, doo, doo! Don't work, do it? Know why? 'Cause I'm a gym teacher and you're up!" Couch scolded.

Farkle stood in the box holding a weird position.

Maya threw the ball and missed.

"Wait, can he do that?" Maya questioned.

"He's in the batter's box. Ball one!" Couch called.

Farkle screamed a held his bat in front of his face. Maya missed again and gave Farkle a weird look.