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Agape: an unconditional love that sees beyond the outer surface and accepts the recipient for whom he/she is, regardless of their flaws, shortcomings or faults.
CHAPTER ONE
Farkle POV
Precalculus. Advanced Art. AP English. AP Chemistry. Speech and Debate. AP World History.
I don't want to brag, but I'm kind of a genius. Ever since I stepped foot into my kindergarten class, I've been getting A's on every single test, assignment, and project. My schedule this school year looks complicated, but it's not a problem. Farkle does what Farkle does best—succeeds. One day, I know I'm going to rule the world. But first, I'm going to have to get through high school.
School has been how it's always been: people talking instead of learning, people sleeping instead of notetaking, people texting instead of paying attention. But me? I am Farkle. I pay attention, I take my notes, I learn from the board in front of me—even if I already knew the lesson plan. No one else at school matters. I care about myself and my friends only. Well, by friends, I mean Isadora Smackle and Lucas Friar.
Smackle is my former archnemesis. We used to compete against each other in debate tournaments and for the Buggy Awards that Jane Lynch likes to hold for us intellectuals. Smackle and I became friends after we both lost the Buggy to a random kid in seventh grade. I could say we're close, but if I did, I could get a punch to my face since Smackle still hates me a little. We're good company to each other though. She's the only person I would ever do a project with since we hold the same brain capacity. (Unlike these other imbeciles of teenagers.)
Lucas Friar is my neighbor. He moved from Austin, Texas to New York in second grade, and we've been buddies ever since. He's the total opposite of me though. He's athletic, considerate, he's the guy every girl swoons over. I don't get it—he's just a face! Lucas is smart but clearly not as smart as Smackle and I. Now that I think of it, why does he hang out with us? He joins our study groups, sits with us at lunch (even when he has other friends to sit with), and hangs out with us on the weekends. Oh well, I like Lucas. He's a good person to hang around: a moral compass and fortune cookie.
The bell for fourth period rang, and I got out of my seat quickly and zoomed down the hallway to my favorite class. Science. Don't get me wrong, all of my subjects are my favorite. Science gives me that tingly feeling, like when I finally learned about Belgium 1831 in History.
As expected, I was the first one in class, sitting down in my assigned seat at the lab tables. I got out my notebook and started writing down the warm up that was on the board.
"Ah, Farkle! Good morning, it's good to see you boy!" Mr. Norton, the chemistry teacher, said.
"Good morning to you too, sir." I say, looking up at him, giving him a small smile. "What's in store for us today?"
Students began to enter laughing, talking, or groaning, and I ignored them. "Chemical reaction equations and types of reactions. But, you probably know how to do 'em. My shining star student." Mr. Norton says to me.
I smile at him, and go back to my warm up. Smackle finally walked in, and set her things next to me. "Where were you? The bell was about to ring." I whisper to her.
"I had to talk to Back-Of-The-Class-Brenda about our joint debate. She's actually really nice, you know. She's always admired you." Smackle joked around with me, and I made an audible "yuck" noise. She giggled, and sat herself on top of the stool. With that, the bell rang, and everyone was working on the warm up. Mr. Norton explains the objective of the day, and gives time to students to finish the question on the board.
Mr. Norton puts the answer on the board, and explains the reasoning while people ask questions or sit there confusedly. 5 minutes have passed, and the door opens. Everyone turns their attention to the figure that walked into the room. Riley Matthews, the school sweetheart. She gives everyone a closed mouth smile, and walks to Mr. Norton.
"Hi, sorry I'm late, sir. Ms. Kossal had to talk to me about my obsession with purple cats." Riley says with sincere, and hands him the pass.
"It's no problem dear. Just get the warm up from Dave." he smiled at her, and she scurried to her seat.
I rolled my eyes. "Purple cats? How ditzy is this girl?" I thought to myself and chuckled.
Riley Matthews is pretty popular around here. Her dad, Cory Matthews, is a teacher here at Abigail Adams High School—our history teacher to be exact. He teaches us life lessons and our history, along with names and dates. Even though his style of teacher isn't how I prefer, he's still a good teacher.
Riley has the reputation of being the "nice girl" and the "quirky superklutz." She's the type to give you her lunch if you don't have one, or to send you her homework answers if you really need them. Sure she's beautiful, but someone with the sunshine-y, positive mentality couldn't possibly be amazingly smart. She's the good influence friend that your parents always want their child to have. She's friends with everyone, except for me.
I've been in the same class(es) as Riley since the first grade, along with her best friend Maya Hart. She's always been this way; she never seemed to grow up. We've talked a couple of times (when we had to.) She would always smile to me or laugh at things I said, which is gross. Like I said, I only care about myself and Smackle and Lucas. I don't need any other friends or even acquaintances. School is for learning the common core (and what Mr. Matthews teaches), and nothing more.
Mr. Norton teaches us the lesson on the chemical reaction types, and releases us to do our homework after he's done talking. Smackle and I collaborate on the work, along with everyone around us. Mr. Norton walked over to the bulletin board, and stuck a paper to the wall.
"Yeah, this one is double replacement." I confirm to Smackle. She writes down the answer, and I work on the next problem.
"Okay, this one is synthe—" I was cut off by the sound of my teacher's voice once again.
"Listen up, kiddies." the old man said, getting the attention of the class. "Some of you have asked about the 'Scientists Project' that was in the gradebook. This is what it is. You and a partner must do research of the scientist you are assigned: biography, theory/idea, and examples of how their theory works. You can't ask for help from me—the internet will help you figure out how to solve them."
He moves over from the board. "Now, most of you will be disappointed to hear that I have chosen your partners for you." Groans can be heard across the room. Mr. Norton chuckles and continues, "I believe that the partners I have set you up with will benefit your grades, instead of hurting them. I want the averages to be even. The bell is about to ring, so please check the board and see who your partner is, and start thinking about the project. More details will be given tomorrow."
Everyone stands up and goes to the bulletin board. Smackle is ahead of me, getting to look at the board first. I see her finger stop at her name, and she turns around.
"Well?" I say to her.
"We're not partners." Smackle frowns with a confused look.
"What?" I say quietly. Why am I not partners with Smackle? Mr. Norton knows we work well together. He wouldn't do this to us! "Let me see."
I walk up to the bulletin board, and look at the white piece of paper hanging from it. I skip over names of my classmates looking for my own.
"Sarah and Yogi. Dave and Smackle. Darby and Wyatt. Farkle and…" I read the names out loud, and I feel myself stop as I read the name that's next to mine.
I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around, and see a tall, brunette girl in front of me.
"Um, hi Farkle! I'm your partner for this project." she says, giving me a small smile, hands folded in front of her.
Are you actual serious? Riley Matthews is my partner?
AUTHORS NOTE
Hello! This is my first fanfiction that I have posted on this account, and I'm very pleased and excited to show everyone. Please leave a comment for suggestions, criticism, and what you liked/didn't like so far! It helps a lot. Thank you very much. :) xoxo, M.
