Only One

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Thanks so much to Megthecool who suggested this one shot.

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Maya's POV

As me and Lucas walked down the corridor I felt as if someone was watching me, it made me feel so uncomfortable that I rushed to my lesson dragging Lucas along with me.

"Hey, what's the rush? I know you love calculus but..." Lucas teased.

"Lucas it felt like someone was watching me."

"Well someone probably was we were walking down a corridor full of people. Someone's bound to look at you." He explained trying to shake it off.

"Hey I have to stay late tonight!" I said. " I'm catching up on some work."

"Did you want me to wait while you catch up?" He asked.

"No your just a distraction." I giggled making him blush.

Later that day...

I hated walking in the school parking lot when it starts to get dark there's something creepy about it. It reminded me of scenes out of horror movies.

"Hey Maya." I heard from behind me and I just knew it was a serial killer coming to cut me up but when I turned around it was just plain annoying Billy.

"Oh hi Billy, I'm just heading home." I opened the door to my car to get in.

"Wait a minute I need to talk to you." He shouted racing over to me.

"Yes." I replied shutting the door and sighing that I hadn't left sooner.

"I saw you yesterday in the hallway with your baseball star boyfriend and you looked so unhappy." He said looking really creepy.

"No I love Lucas wouldn't change a thing." I quickly replied trying to open my door again.

"Look Maya we both know your both so different." He slammed the door shut again marooning me. "Your an artist who makes beautiful paintings and he's a run of the mill jock with a million friends." He tried to lean in but I put my head back. He persisted and leaned in further, I couldn't take it any more.

"Stop it!!" I yelled pushing him away. But instead of leaving me alone he went slap me and I had to do something so I...
I kicked him in the jugulars and as I did his face changed expression and his hand lowered.

"Arghhh." He screamed rolling in pain and falling to the floor.

First of all he's not run of the mill, he's different than other guys and second he's patient unlike you who tried to kiss me in a car park. I towered over him feeling really happy with myself and then I got in my car and drove away leaving him curled up on the floor.

The next day...

"Ok we're in the parking lot." Lucas said looking puzzled. "Why are we here!"

"I need to tell you something and after I do you to promise me you won't go anywhere else." I explained. He nodded.

"Last night in the parking lot Billy got me up against my car and tried to kiss me." His mouth widened. "But I knocked him down before I could."

"I'm gonna kill him." He screamed. "I knew I should have stayed with you." His face turned red and his fists were gripped. He tried to run away back into the building to find Billy but I grabbed his arm.

"Don't." I pleaded. He stopped and turned to face me. "It's not your fault you offered to stay with me remember, don't ever forget how wonderful you are and nothing really bad happened to me."

"Maya we need to tell someone. What if he does it to someone else or he tried to do it to you again." He said trying to move again but I held onto him tight.

"I've already reported it and there's cameras in the parking lot." I told him. "I need you here with me."

"Why do you want to be in the place where he nearly hurt you." Lucas asked me.

"Because I need you to replace it." I explained. "I need you to hug me and kiss me right here. So every time I go to my car all I think of is you and not what he did. Lucas your the only one I want to remember touching me, so just stay with me."

He looked at me and smiled for a moment and then took hold of my hand and pulled me towards him until I was against his chest. He then wrapped his long arms around me and tightened his grip. As soon as he did I felt safe again just like I knew I would.

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