Chapter IX
follow the leader - bumps and bruises - oh - moving on
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Smackle walked briskly down the sunlit street, barely keeping up with an excited Riley. Farkle strode slightly before her, making conversation with the all too perky brunette. To Smackle's side was Zay, surprisingly enough.
Smackle couldn't help but notice the way Farkle subconsciously leant towards Riley. She wasn't jealous, per se, but it was an observation. Truthfully, she wasn't sure what to make of it.
Odd.
Zay disrupted her thought train, and she held back a glare.
"I didn't know you liked shopping." He said, eyes traveling to the branded bag in her hand.
"I don't." She replied sharply. "But clothes don't last forever, Zay. I need some replacements every once in a while." Her tone was harsher than intended, but Smackle did not like to be distracted when she was thinking.
He put his hands up in self defense. "It was just a question."
She sighed. Smackle did not feel like dealing with her ignorant friend, but she'd learned that listening was a major part of maintaining any sort of relationship. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude."
"Don't worry about it."
It was silent- just as Smackle liked. Though she was content, it was apparent that her wants did not match Zay's.
"So, where's Maya, anyway?" He asked in an attempt at conversation.
"At her apartment. Where's Lucas?" She countered, feeling his eyes on her.
"Funny that you'd ask that." Smackle repressed a grimace, knowing that he was about to spout an long winded and unnecessary explanation.
"You see, I don't know. I have no idea where my best friend is. Clearly Riley does, because she's skipping along like nothing is wrong. Riley, the girl he's known for half the time he's known me. Something is wrong! I'm in the backseat now, Smackle. He replaced me- me! His-"
"His best friend." Smackle finished. "Your rambling has come full circle. No need to continue." They turned a corner, and Smackle began to feel like they were following Riley and Farkle rather than walking with them.
Zay shoved his hands in his pockets, and she could tel that he was a bit embarrassed. "Sorry." He mumbled. "I just got a little carried away. I mean, you get it, right?"
Smackle looked stonily ahead at the huddled figures of Farkle and Riley. She trusted Farkle completely, but sometimes she couldn't help but slightly agree.
"I should not have said that." Zay said hurriedly, eyes comically wide as he followed her gaze. "Smackle, I'm sorry."
She pursed her lips. "It's fine." She replied flatly. "Can we not talk now, please?"
To her relief, he didn't say a word other than a almost definitely meaningless "I'll make it up to you". Smackle was finally allowed to enjoy the underestimated bliss of silence.
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