Short Story On Smackle

Dropping his hand he clenches and unclenches it over the strap of his bag. He turns on his heel determination. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. All he knows is that he has to do something. He misses the peculiar look Lucas is giving him having seen the entire exchange in the hallway. The concern, the tension, the way Smackle fled. Zay doesn’t see Lucas but Lucas see’s it all. Including the way he looks now. A look that Zay has described to him so many times. The look he gets when he’s about to do something. They signs are all there. Clenched jaw, balled fists, tense shoulders, flared nostrils. Breaking out into a jog he chases Zay.
Zay is unaware of Lucas following him. His feet are carrying him somewhere, his body is merely cooperating. It’s luck really when he sees Farkle exit a classroom. A pink pass held in his
You’re treating her like crap and quite frankly I don’t like it.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. She fell just now and you weren’t even there to pick her up. You didn’t even notice.” Farkle has the decency to look ashamed. “But you would have noticed if it was Riley Matthews. Wouldn’t you?” Farkle opens his mouth then closes it. He hangs his head. Zay almost feels bad for him, almost.
So instead he crowds him, savoring his uneasiness. “You treat her right. If you don’t want to—don’t. It’s that simple. Back in Texas, we don’t fall in love with people who aren’t our girlfriends. And if we do we don’t cheat on them emotionally. We come back fighting or we end it.” He lets go of his shirt enjoying the way Farkle crumples to the ground. “I don’t want to have this conversation again.”
He leaves him there hoping that he’s managed to get through to him. He narrowly avoids tripping over Lucas who is sitting next to an overturned trash can. He raises a questioning brow at his Texan friend. His Texan friend raises one back.
“You saw nothing, you hear me?”
Lucas raises his hands as he stands up, “Okay, if that’s the way you want to