The jock and the bad girl

Life of the party

Third person's P.O.V

"Drugs? You had to go get drugs?" Lucas asked, looking at the bag Maya was holding in her hands. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah? What else am I supposed to bring to a party?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. Lucas sighed and leaned back against the passenger seat. Maya had convinced him that she should drive, mostly because she knew where her house was and where the party was. Lucas had reluctantly given her the keys to his car, afraid she didn't have her permit or worse - would take him to a place where she could end him. Then again, he was about to go to a party with Maya's crew. What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted to see what happened. If their parties were as fun as theirs, if some people were part of both crowds. He was intrigued. He knew Farkle would probably be there since he was Maya's best friend. He didn't believe all the rumours about them dating. Mainly because he didn't want to believe them.

Maya finally parked the car in front of a big house. Rebel's parents were rich, that, he knew for a fact. Rebel used to be part of the baseball team, which made him pretty popular. But then, he got into drugs and his whole reputation washed away, as well as his spot on the team. He fell pretty hard, but he was still popular with his new set of friends.

The pair got out of the car and Maya looked at Lucas. "Loose the jacket." She said.

"Why?" He asked. "It's my varsity jacket." 

"Exactly." Maya said. Lucas sighed and took off his jacket and threw it on the passenger seat of his car. He slammed the door shut and made his way to the front door with Maya. She turned to him and ruffled his hair, handing him the bag of marijuana. Lucas rang the doorbell, taking the bag of pot.

Farkle opened the door, smiling. "Hey Hart." He said, hugging her. She smiled and hugged him back. Farkle looked over at Lucas. "You brought a guest." He said flatly. 

"He brought pot." Maya said. Farkle glanced down at the bag Lucas was holding.

"He's still not welcome." Farkle said, taking the bag out of Lucas' hands. 

"He wanted to come." Maya replied.

"He is standing right here." Lucas said, rolling his eyes. Maya gave him a look. Farkle sighed and stepped to the side, letting both of them enter the house. The music was blaring loudly, the house already smelling like pot, cigarettes and alcohol. Lucas looked around, eyes wide.

"What?" Maya asked, chuckling. "This isn't what you expected?" She said. Lucas grinned and grabbed a beer that was handed to him by a random guy with cracked glasses. He took a sip and made a face.

"Not used to drinking?" 

"It's warm. It tastes like piss." Lucas said. Maya rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist, pulling him upstairs. "You have to know where the good stuff is. They keep the good, and cold, beer in the fridge. This place also happens to be the place you go to when you're friends with the host. We don't really go downstairs. The real party is up here." Maya said, grinning.

Maya pulled Lucas in what looked like a living room. The cigarette smell was stronger than the alcohol smell. Lucas looked around, recognizing Farkle, Rebel and Sara. Two other kids were sitting on one of the couches, drinking beer. The heads all turned to Maya and Lucas. She let go of his wrist and sat down beside Rebel.

"I brought a guest. Hope you don't mind." The blonde said, grabbing a beer from the cooler next to the couch. Lucas stood there awkwardly. He wasn't sure what he should do. Was he really at one of the junkie's party right now? Him and his friends had been making fun of their whole gang even before Rebel joined them. The funny thing was that in middle school, Lucas used to be best friends with many of them when he moved to New York. Back then, it didn't matter who you were friends with. In high school, it's all a big popularity contest. Did he fall so low that he was now hanging out with Maya Hart and her friends?

"Friar." Farkle said. Farkle had the bad habit of calling everyone by their last name. Whoever they were.

Lucas looked up at Farkle and raised an eyebrow. Farkle handed him a beer and Lucas smiled. He gladly took it and took a long sip. 

A few hours into the party, a drunk Lucas and a not-so drunk Maya were sitting together, alone on the couch. Sara had left with Rebel a few minutes ago, while the two guys known as Top Half and Bottom Half had left a few hours back. Farkle had left right after the two boys, mentioning he had some business to attend.

Lucas sipped his fourth - and probably his last - beer. He had an arm wrapped around Maya's shoulders. She had tried removing it multiple times, but without success. The party was a total fuck-up, contrary to what Maya had hoped for. She wanted Lucas to get what he deserved, she wanted her friends to hurt him, but of course, most of them were too high or too drunk to do anything. And now, she was stuck in a room with him. Alone.

Lucas finally finished his beer and looked at Maya. "You know..." He started. Maya noticed a country accent and wondered if he came from Texas. Maybe he was faking it, too.

"You are very, very hot. And, and! If I could, I would kiss you right now." He said. Maya rolled her eyes. Lucas paused and leaned his forehead against hers. She tried to move away but he fell forward. His head was laying on her upper-thigh, dangerously close to her you-know-what. She blushed furiously and moved his head down. Lucas curled up on the couch and mumbled a good night while Maya tried to figure out what she could do. She could take his car keys and leave, but then he would probably know she stole his car. He might even call the police.

She considered the option of leaving him, but decided against it. He had stuck with her throughout the night, and even if she still disliked him, she couldn't just leave him in Rebel's house. It would take hours for Lucas to find his way back home, hungover. 

She sighed and leaned back against the couch. What the hell had she done to deserve this.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her.