Worry
"I'm fine,"
"You're lying,"
"Of course I am, I always lie about stuff like this, so do you. Its our thing," she exclaimed.
Smackle was being completely irrational.
"How could you kick him out like that any way?"
"That's because its my room, and-and his face is annoying,"
She quirked an eye brow at me before sighing.
"I don't get you,"
"So?"
She then eyed me warily before scoffing, "typical"
...she left.
"Of course she did," I mumbled to myself.
I took a long hard breath sucking in all the toxins into my body.
Forgive me lungs, for my moment of weakness. It was soon after I fell into a coughing fit, drowning from the smoke, that I regretted my choices immediately.
He chuckled, the hideous influence that I was sitting next to. His obnoxious demeanor was more evident than usual. I was flattered by how much he trusted me.
With that said, How dear he find amusement in my suffering.
"You're a mess Riley,"
His observation annoyed me, his very being irked me.
"Farkle, life sucks you know?"
"Of course it does,"
He took the cigarette from my hand and took a smoke from it. We were at his home, I hadn't visited him at his abode in a long while. His meetings with Smackle of course conflicted with him hosting his friends.
"So what brings you here?"
"She's cutting," like ripping off a bandaid I got to the point.
It took some time, but he finally responded, it was quiet mind you but a response nonetheless. I looked at his clenching fists that contradicted his poker face.
"You're working her too hard,"
"That's a laugh," he scoffed.
I stared at his trembling hands and placed a comforting hand over them.
"Is it that scary for you?"
" of fucking course it is, what do you think?" He snatched his hand from under mine and quickly outed the cancer sick.
Zay glared at me and it greatly amused me that he thought his looks could intimidate.
Zay was the most observant in the group, aside from Smackle of course. To say he didn't like me would be an understatement. He said I was a "manipulative bitch". That was after I ate his cookie. When he realised my ' rebellious ' phase wasn't really a phase in itself, it took every ounce of restraint he had not to knock me out.
"You know you're not that innocent either you hypocrite," I smirked.
He quirked an eyebrow at me, inviting me to continue.
"That etiquette book you gave Smackle the other day?"
He cleared his throat and straightened his posture in his seat.
" I told her she was fine the way she was and I even marked out some of the pages to symbolise that I meant it,"
"Oh bull shit, you think she needs finishing school don't you?"
He narrowed his eyes at me but didn't say anything to defend himself. He took a sip of his cocoa before smiling in relief when Lucas rejoined us.
"So what are we talking about?" Lucas asked calmly.
Oh my masochistic cowboy, what tears at your heart strings today?
"Cutting," Zay answered smoothly dragging me away from my thoughts. It was my turn to glare. He placed his mug on the table in front of him avoiding eye contact with me.
"Cutting?"
"Its just that I was thinking of making my own Christmas decorations, and Zay suggested I cut out paper snowflakes," I answered.
Lucas nodded in understanding before clearing his throat at the awkward silence that followed suit.
"In other news, have you noticed Smackles new wrist bands, she seems to be wearing a new one every day?" Zay continued.
"Wrist bands are popular among girls these days," I replied.
"I didn't know Smackle was the trendy type," he smirked.
"How would you know?" a voice added to the conversation.
We all turned around to see Farkle standing at the door.
"I don't," Zay mumbled.
"Hey Farkle," Lucas greeted.
Farkle nodded his hello before looking at me. "Uhm can we talk?"
"She yelled at you?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes and that's why I'm worried, she's usually composed."
I sighed leaning back in one of the seats outside of Topanga's.
"I told you, you pushed her too far,"
"I keep telling you that's not it,"
"Then what's she dealing with?"
He shrugged his shoulders before running his hand through his hair.
"You didn't tell her parents did you?"
He shot a look at me before shaking his head.
"I'm not an idiot," he seethed.
"No but you are a vain ass hole,"
The sky was pretty that evening, the purple hue made coloured its cheeks perfectly.
I inhaled deeply trying my best to soothe my muddled mind and a small smile then graced my lips.
"You're ill,"
I really hate this guy
"Shut up," I growled before discarding my snot covered tissue.
He chuckled before giving me another clean sheet.
"I told you, you were going to get sick"
"Die,"
I threw the next tissue in the trash can next to me and held my hand out for the next clean one.
"You know," Anthony started before handing me another tissue, "you really shouldn't be at school"
"I have prior engagements I must attend to,"
"So by engagements you mean beating the crap out of Smackle?"
I refrained from answering him and opted for laying back on the floor and using my bag as a pillow.
"I'm not going to beat the crap out of her, I'm just gonna kill her," I stated to myself more than to him.
"You really hate no knowing huh?"
I turned my head to him and quirked my eyebrow.
"Do you know some thing?"
"Of course not," he answered easily, "but you don't either, and its slowly driving you to the brink of insanity"
I narrowed my eyes at him before sitting up abruptly. He flinched at my sudden movement and eyed me warily.
Why did he even bring me up to the roof of the school?
To state obvious facts that annoyed the shit out of me?
"You just looked sick so I asked you to come up with me to...relax, you know take a break from your friends," he said as though he read my thoughts.
I blinked at him surprised by his answer and shook my head before averting my gaze to the sky.
"I hate that you can read me that easily,"
He took my saying that as an invitation to lay next to me.
"I think Smackle hates that she can't,"