It's not love, right?

Admit it

Thursday, 12:56 pm.

Freddie sits at the corner of the table, zoning out as he stares at the ceiling - crowded by thoughts. He was disturbed as always, trying to block his mind as *he* rambles on about his curry, faint steam flowing into the room from the cardboard pot. Igor... ugh. Freddie groans softly, tapping his fingers on the table as he tries not to stare into Igors eyes. Amber always used to Moan and whine about 'how they could get to know each other if they tried'. Who said he wanted to ?

Igor was laughing warmly at some joke he made. Covering his eyes with his toned arms. He smiled brightly . Of course , he hated Freddie as-well. But at least he's respectful about it. Igor stood up, looking into Freddie's chocolate brown orbs. He didn't care for him - at least he didn't want to... but he tried to seem kind.
"Are you okay, Freddie?" He asked curiously, noticing the disturbed expression on his obviously annoyed face.
"Yeah yeah..." Freddie mumbled, wiping the madness off of his face. "Just uh, allergies from my banana." he was obviously trying to lighten the mood to get Igor to forget about it, thankful he got a few giggles. The bell rang, making everyone stand up and walk out, scrambling on about whatever they're thinking. Well... everyone except Freddie and Igor.
Freddie spoke up once again, "listen, you're not my friend. And I know you think the same, so quit it. I know you find me annoying, admit it."
Igor kept a straight face as he kept his stance before turning away suddenly.
"I don't need to admit it, after all you already know."
He turned his head back to look at him - a slight grin appearing on his face. Freddie swallowed his growl back as he barged against Igor - walking away.