Experimental Love (zaydora a.u)

Chapter 1. the motive

You see, the thing about me and Farkle is, we mistook our rivalry as attraction.

We were always rivals. The both of us adamant on proving that we were the smarter.

Dare I say, we hated each other.

But then things happened and when I found how great of a person Farkle was, there was no going back. I was hooked on him.

We started dating in eighth grade and he broke up with me a month into our junior year. The reason being that we just lost our spark. I was confused and hurt at first, but then I analyzed the situation and understood him.

A little part of me had always thought he loved Riley and the time being without him left me to think more about it. The weeks after being dumped, I became bitter.

I began noticing how Farkle would look at Riley, the way his eyes lit up when she was speaking to him, the way he stood from his seat when she walked in the room.

And from my observations, I found that he had simply never loved me.

"Ms. Smackle?"

I blink, my attention now back to the green chalkboard where I had been solving a math problem. I look to my teacher, Mrs. Ruiz. "Yes?"

"Is everything okay, dear?" She asked, quietly.

"Yes, of course." I quip.

"If the problem is too hard, you could ask for help. You've been standing there for 5 minutes now."

I turn to face my classmates, whom were staring at me expectantly. I could feel the blush travel across my cheeks.

"Sorry guys. I, uh, slept late." I mumble another apology to Ruiz, place the chalk down and head to my seat.

I can't believe I did that!

AP Calculus wasn't a struggle for me at all, but now everyone must think I've fallen off my game. What's worse is that they may blame my break-up with Farkle for it. And I guess it'd be the truth.

Except for the part where there are rumors going around that I want him back.

But I don't need him.

"Especially if he doesn't need me." I sigh, scrawling the board problems onto my notebook.

Suddenly the door opens and in pops the devil himself.

"Mr. Minkus! How may I be of service?" Ruiz smiles warmly, her liking of Farkle apparent.

And why wouldn't she like him?  He wasn't just a genius, he was charming.

I duck my head, keeping my eyes to my paper. I curse to myself, wondering why I sat behind Janice instead of someone taller like Mark.

"Well something went wrong with my schedule and I decided to take your class this year, if that's alright." His voice had that sweet tilt it usually had when talking about academics.

My heart panged with longing as I remembered how we used to study together every other day after school.

How is it possible to lose half the life you knew after losing just one person?

Maybe that's why people weren't so easy about dating friends. Because the transition between boyfriend to friend and friend to boyfriend are completely different rides.

The latter was so simple, exciting and fun. But when an intimate relationship between friends end, it's a bumpy road filled with potholes and rainstorms.

"I'm assuming nobody sits here." There stands Farkle, his bag slung on one shoulder, his brown hair messily swept.

I press my lips together and nod. Then I go back to my notes.