September 27

9:42 A.M.

Devon stood patiently outside the algebra classroom, waiting for his girlfriend to emerge. He heard the distinctive peal of the school bell ringing through the halls, and less than a second later, Ariana's flawless face materialized in front of him.

"Ugh, I hate math. All these letters and numbers – who even needs that in life?" the Brazilian beauty complained while examining her painted nails.

Devon bit back a curse. Her high-pitched voice was further aggravating his killer headache from the lacrosse party the night before. Why did he end up drinking so much?

Ariana, oblivious to her boyfriend's discomfort, entangled her arms around his neck sensuously. "After all, the only real math I need to know is that you plus me equals love," she whispered as she crashed her lips onto his.

He responded to the kiss almost robotically. About two months ago, he found Ariana to be quite alluring; her gorgeous figure and sapphire eyes were the very epitome of a goddess in human form.

Yet as time passed, he realized that her layers of make-up covered up a selfish and shallow individual who held no regard for the people around her.

And when one person is only half, a relationship can never be whole.