fireproof (lucaya)

intro.

It's a good day. At least one good day. Maya Hart can't remember when was the last she even had a good day.

She leans back against the chair she is sat in, her hand holding a cup full of tea she hadn't drank in months. Those kinds of teas in Starbucks, not those kinds you can buy for $5 a box in Woolsworth.

She doesn't have work until 10, which is surprising because she always have work before that too. and then that 10 am shift at a hardware store, and a 12 am lecture (where she usually just sleeps in bc damn she's tired), and another 3 pm shift in a mall until dark. Her mom had already told her to stop, but she needed the money so bad. for her. and her mom. the rent for her apartment is already expensive enough. So, she hasn't stopped.

So when her boss told her that he's going to give her a holiday, she was ecstatic. She finally has time to do something she likes, and get paid.

She put down her cup to grab her pencil. She's working on a new painting she will never finish. (she doesn't have time to, and her skills are a bit rusty after all these months - besides no one is interested in angsty angry paintings nowadays she has no idea what's wrong with people)

She gracefully slides the pencil on her cheap rough paper notebook. She had missed seeing that thing. (It has been under her big box of stuff she will never get to open until her boss called her that day)

Then someone had the nerve to knock her cup of tea down, and just like that that feeling is gone. She turned her head towards the named criminal, glaring sharply at the person who knocked her precious cup of tea over.

"What the hell?!" she blurts out, glaring at the brunette boy who had knocked her tea down.

"I'm sorry," the guy said nonchalantly. He definitely wasn't sorry. His face looks like he wasn't anyway. "I just wanted to look at your beautiful face but it wasn't my intention to knock your tea down."

She glares at him in surprise. She's not sure if she's supposed to be flattered or not. Is he even serious or is he just one of those random perverts on the street?

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying- you look-"

"Stop flirting with me," she snaps. "I don't need you flirting with me on a good day like this. Just replace that cup of tea and go."

"Damn," he smirks at her. "You're playing hard to get."

"I'm NOT playing hard to get," she shouts in frustration. "Hell I don't even know you!"

"Well let's exchange phone numbers darling," he drawls and she stands up abruptly. Why can't he just give her the money to replace that cup of good tea and leave her alone in her misery?

"I'm not interested in giving my phone number," she says awkwardly. "What i'm interested in is you giving me back my cup of tea you knocked over."

He looks at her in surprise. (Maya feels a tad amused and there's this feeling of satisfaction on her shoulder but she brushed it aside) "Uh you're serious?"

"Do I look I'm joking cowboy?" Maya glares at him once more.

"Wow," he says, pulling out his wallet. He gives her 20 dollars and she took it hurriedly.

"Thanks," she says roughly.

When she finally gets her cup of tea back, the boy is gone.

a/n: hi i made a new story. pray that i'll come through and get this finished. Lucas is an asshole at first but he's actually not so pls don't get angry with me :))

hmu with the likes and the follows and i'll get the next chapter done in a few days. this time: i promise.
-andra