His Eyes

She could never hate her. Ever.

Everyone could see it.

Even Riley Matthews noticed the way he looked at the blonde. Every time she would talk or even criticize him, she was always met with eyes that observed her as if she was the world.

He would always give this little faint smile and glance at her with this indescribable look in his green eyes. He would look at the wild blonde mess in front of him and just make out this expression that just screams he loves her.

Riley chose to ignore it when she first realized it.

Who wouldn't?

Her first crush is in love with her best friend, yet he says that he likes her instead.

She wanted her fairy tale ending and Lucas Friar was volunteering to be the prince.

So they started their relationship.

Even after all the "I love you's," all the kisses, all the embraces, the look he gave to her never even compared to the look he gave Maya. Every word he said to Riley seemed so mechanical and generic, even though every word towards the blonde was so spontaneous...so himself.

She could see him struggle with his feelings towards her.

His glances screamed both "I love you" and "I can't have you"

His glances were always tainted with guilt and pity - pity towards himself, towards Maya, and towards Riley. His green eyes were both dull and filled with life. They shone so brightly whenever he spoke to her, and her blue eyes would always give off the impression of constricted desire.

She tried to ignore the way he changed around the blonde. She tried to ignore his gigantic smile, his playfulness around her, his look of love and infatuation and desire and craving. She tried to pretend that he didn't suddenly sprung to life whenever the golden-haired girl was around.

When Riley finally acknowledged the truth, she was in her room, dark and alone. In a room void of life, void of him and her, void of everything, she cried. Tears continuously spilled down her cheeks as she tried to muffle the moans and sniffles. Her head was buried in between her knees and she tried to stop feeling that huge strange lump in her throat. She wanted to ignore the feeling of her heart sinking and breaking and shattering. She wanted to be happy for her best friend but now, in the room with no one else but her, she resented the blonde for making the chestnut-haired teenager fall for her. She resented her for having that glow that she never had.

She hated resenting Maya Hart.

Maya didn't deserve it.

Maya didn't mean for it to happen.

Maya definitely didn't do anything about her feelings for Lucas Friar. The blonde always smiled and push those two together, always having a crestfallen smile when looking at their backs walking away from her.

She hated being protected by those two.

She hated being the reason why they weren't happy.

She hated being the person who prevented her best friend for finally getting what she deserved.

She sniffed and wiped her never-ending stream of tears. The brunette knew what the future was going to hold for the fairy tale couple.

"Riley, I need to talk to you"

"Good, because I need to tell you something"

Mr. and Mrs. Perfect didn't exist anymore.