The Deal (girlxgirl)

Chapter One

Maeve didn't mean to get roped into it, it was an honest mistake. She was walking across the green towards her dorm room, just like she did after her calculus class every day, when he called out.

"Maeve Miller!" She turned towards the voice and was met face to face with him. Noah Jones. Mr. Prep with a 3.7 gpa, and hopeless in love with Emerie Roberts-Breaker. His best friend's step sister. Of course this was all public knowledge. You couldn't walk anywhere without being told the latest gossip about him and his posse. The question was: why on god(that Maeve doesn't believe in despite the fact that she lives in a catholic boarding school)'s green earth is he talking to her.

He caught her eyes and jogged over, his blond hair flopping in his blue eyes. Maeve honestly didn't know how he was able to play football with his hair that long.

Noah caught up to her and smiled, "hey, you're Maeve Miller right?"

"Depends on why you're asking." Somehow he smiled even wider. Meave wondered if it hurt his face.

"Noah. Noah Jones," he offered his hand up for a handshake, "I was wondering if we could talk?" Maeve raised her eyebrow at him, but still shook his hand without argument.

"About what?" She questioned.

He dropped her smile and leaned closer to her, "Not here, it's, er, kind of private."

Maeve blinked at him for a second, "Private?" She didn't know why he was talking to her or what this 'private' matter was, but she had math homework to do; and it didn't do it self.

After a moment of deliberation she spoke up again, "come with me, we'll go get some food."

"No, private." He accentuated the last word.

She rolled her eyes and changed her offer, "okay my room then." Noah seemed to be okay with this, since he followed Maeve when she turned and finished making her way back to her room.

Once there she slotted in her key and opened up the door for Noah. He walked in, looking around her room. There wasn't much to look at. A few bookshelves, a desk with homework strew over it, and a twin size mattress like everyone at St. Agatha's catholic boarding school had.

"So what was this personal matter that just couldn't wait?" Maeve questioned.

"I need your help," he takes a big breath and turns around from her bedside table he was examining, "I need you to help me and my friends pull off a prank."

Maeve didn't even hesitate, "no." Noah's face fell.

"But-"

"No, I am not risking my title of valedictorian for a silly prank," she took a breath and opened her door, "Now if that was all-"

"I'll pay you." That made her pause. "I have 40 on me right now, but when it's over I'll give you 80."

Maeve squinted at him, "120 dollars for a prank. Seems kind of excessive, don't you think?"

"No, this prank is going to be one that the school will never forget." Maeve thought this over for a second.

"Why me?" She asked.

"You're the only person smart enough. And I know I can trust you."

"No you don't." She snapped at him. You never know who is going to stab you in the back, it's one of the many reasons Maeve didn't get too close with anyone.

Noah just smiled at her, his bright blue eyes shining with an emotion Maeve couldn't understand. "Yes I do, but the real question is: are you in?"

"Yes, but if anyone finds out-"

"No one will." Noah assured cockly. He smiled at her one last time before walking out her open door. He stopped at the door frame, with one hand on it, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed out two 20 dollar bills. He handed them to her with a wink, and left on his way to do whatever popular kinds did in their freetime.

Maeve slammed the door shut behind him, feeling oddly as if she had just signed her own death certificate. But the two 20's clutched in her hand, and the promise of more, were enough to make her not run out and tell him to forget it.