Maya knew how to ignore things- she ignored her absentee father, she ignored Boings constant repetition of 'three years'...she was good at ignoring things.
She was struggling with turning a blind eye to this though, and she was trying like hell to forget it. Those stupid words, that stupid damn question. She would find herself staring off into space thinking about it, wondering what it had meant- everything else Farkle had said made sense...kind of...except for the ravishingly beautiful part, but then again, Farkle had always been prone to exaggeration. 'He probably meant it as a friend' she told herself, the feeling that bloomed in response familiar to her, a deep seated disappointment. Maya sure as hell didn't plan to pick at that string, hell, she was probably only thinking about it cause Farkle had been so unaffected by it. Treating everybody exactly the same in class the next day, not one word said by anyone...not even Maya, who would normally stride in bold as brass demanding answers, swinging first, and aiming later. She had kept her mouth shut though, only acting how she normally would...cause damn it, if they ain't bringing it up, why should she? "Maya, what's your opinion?" Mr Mathews voice cut through her inner questioning, causing Maya to snap out and mumble "huh?" she bit her lip, for once guilty that she hadn't been listening. Watching as Cory hung his head and sighed exasperated, Maya shuffled uncomfortable for once at being the source of her teachers irritation "detention" her fuzzy headed teacher declared. Instead of fight, Maya cast a glance at Riley, seeing that sweet concerned look that just said 'not today, honey. Just go with it'. So instead of fight Maya nodded, meeting her teachers eyes, making it clear that she understood. Turning, Maya knew where Mr Mathews would go for the input "Farkle, care to give your Opinion?" Maya knew the class would be zoning out as the words were said, until every head swivelled at his words "ummm, sure...well, ummm...I kind of, well..." Maya stopped watching her teacher, who gaped in shock at Farkle Minus declaring he didn't know something. Watching him curiously...since when was Farkle not paying attention? She asked herself as she and the class watched him, his hair was pushed back, and it made him look older...'and gorgeous' a traitorous voice whispered in her mind. Wearing a pale blue shirt, and a white and dark blue checked open buttoned shirt over it...'it sets of his eye's' the back voice noted curiously. Cory waited on Farkles answer "I wasn't listening, sir, i was up late studying...and..." Cory waved one hand through the air, the other holding the bridge of his nose as he looked down sighing "you understand I set an example with Maya? I must give you detention, I'm sorry Farkle" in response Farkle nodded, looking sorry. Until their teacher turned back to the blackboard, moving the lesson on. When Farkle turned to watch the shell shocked Maya, and took the opportunity to shot her a quick twinkling smile, and a wink that made that voice in the back of her head do somersaults...then he turned away, focusing on the words their teacher said instead. Although Maya would swear up and down she saw a silent chuckle shake his shoulders when he stopped looking at her. So Maya followed suit, focusing on their teacher- the words 'he did it on purpose' spinning on repeat in her brain. Along with a question- who else saw the wink? And what did they make of it?.
She was struggling with turning a blind eye to this though, and she was trying like hell to forget it. Those stupid words, that stupid damn question. She would find herself staring off into space thinking about it, wondering what it had meant- everything else Farkle had said made sense...kind of...except for the ravishingly beautiful part, but then again, Farkle had always been prone to exaggeration. 'He probably meant it as a friend' she told herself, the feeling that bloomed in response familiar to her, a deep seated disappointment. Maya sure as hell didn't plan to pick at that string, hell, she was probably only thinking about it cause Farkle had been so unaffected by it. Treating everybody exactly the same in class the next day, not one word said by anyone...not even Maya, who would normally stride in bold as brass demanding answers, swinging first, and aiming later. She had kept her mouth shut though, only acting how she normally would...cause damn it, if they ain't bringing it up, why should she? "Maya, what's your opinion?" Mr Mathews voice cut through her inner questioning, causing Maya to snap out and mumble "huh?" she bit her lip, for once guilty that she hadn't been listening. Watching as Cory hung his head and sighed exasperated, Maya shuffled uncomfortable for once at being the source of her teachers irritation "detention" her fuzzy headed teacher declared. Instead of fight, Maya cast a glance at Riley, seeing that sweet concerned look that just said 'not today, honey. Just go with it'. So instead of fight Maya nodded, meeting her teachers eyes, making it clear that she understood. Turning, Maya knew where Mr Mathews would go for the input "Farkle, care to give your Opinion?" Maya knew the class would be zoning out as the words were said, until every head swivelled at his words "ummm, sure...well, ummm...I kind of, well..." Maya stopped watching her teacher, who gaped in shock at Farkle Minus declaring he didn't know something. Watching him curiously...since when was Farkle not paying attention? She asked herself as she and the class watched him, his hair was pushed back, and it made him look older...'and gorgeous' a traitorous voice whispered in her mind. Wearing a pale blue shirt, and a white and dark blue checked open buttoned shirt over it...'it sets of his eye's' the back voice noted curiously. Cory waited on Farkles answer "I wasn't listening, sir, i was up late studying...and..." Cory waved one hand through the air, the other holding the bridge of his nose as he looked down sighing "you understand I set an example with Maya? I must give you detention, I'm sorry Farkle" in response Farkle nodded, looking sorry. Until their teacher turned back to the blackboard, moving the lesson on. When Farkle turned to watch the shell shocked Maya, and took the opportunity to shot her a quick twinkling smile, and a wink that made that voice in the back of her head do somersaults...then he turned away, focusing on the words their teacher said instead. Although Maya would swear up and down she saw a silent chuckle shake his shoulders when he stopped looking at her. So Maya followed suit, focusing on their teacher- the words 'he did it on purpose' spinning on repeat in her brain. Along with a question- who else saw the wink? And what did they make of it?.