game on | lucaya

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fangirls and french kisses

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Let's do a thorough recap on what happened last episode. Okay, so Lucas ( kind of? ) kissed me and Farkle found out, because he knows all, sees all, and I forgot to tell Farkle that if he valued his man parts, he would keep his mouth shut about this whole incident.

"Oh my God, Maya, now the whole school knows you and Lucas kissed!" Riley shrieks, waving her arms around wildly. Remind me to ask Riley to bring a shovel later when I need to bury Farkle Minkus's dead body.

"Riley, could you scream that a little louder? I don't think China heard you."

"Maya, wh-" she begins screaming at the top of her lungs until I slap my hand over her mouth, glaring at her.

I heave a huge sigh. "Riley, we didn't kiss, I told you before, I just accide-"

"Well, how was your first kiss?" she interrupts me, completely ignoring what I had just said.

"Absolutely perfect," I scoff sarcastically. "Brilliant, really."

Her eyes widen in curiosity as she lowers a voice to a soft whisper. "Did you," - cough cough - "use your tongues?"

I almost choke on my spit. "What did you just say, Riley Matthews?"

"Did you make out?" she asks once again, softer than before.

"Oh my God, Riley, you did not just say that!" I shriek, my face contorted into a look of disgust as I feel the blush on my cheeks go redder and redder.

"But you're blushing, Maya! Good lord, Maya, you so did make out with Lucas!" she whisper-shouts as she waves her arms around frantically.

Ah yes, her Fangirl Mode, a mode ten times more lethal than her Protective Best Friend Mode. If you even give the slightest mention of any of her fandoms, her eyes will light up as if she's discovered the cure for cancer. If you accidentally insult her OTP, she will crush you like an ant.

"Riley, I already clearly said I did not in fact k-"

"Oh my God, Maya, I so totally ship you two together!" she declares, carelessly throwing an arm around me. "But what would your ship name be?"

"Laya?" she suggests, eyebrow creasing in concentration.

I shake my head frantically.

"Mucus?"

I shake my head more frantically, silently muttering "Ew." under my breath.

"Lucaya?"

I contemplate this for a moment. Lucaya. It does have a nice ring to it.

Wait, this is Lucas's and my ship name we're talking about.

Just as I'm about to reject it, she grins and despite the clear state of alarm I am in, she proudly states, "Lucaya it is!"

"My OTP is -" she begins on another bold declaration but thankfully, I'm fast enough to smack my hand onto her mouth, startling her.

I smirk at her in spite of Riley's muffled protests, and of course, Riley being Riley, she sticks that slimy and wretched tongue of hers out of her mouth and it collides with my hand, making me yelp and pull my hand away at such a fast speed you'd think I had just burnt my hand.

"Looks like you know the basics of the French Kiss, eh, Peaches? Had practice recently?" I snarl, a tiny smirk quirking the right side of my lips up. Ah, yes her little confession last time was obviously blackmail material.

Her face burns a fiery red as she takes a moment to digest what I had just said, clearly trying to come up with a comeback comparable to what I had just thrown in her face.

"N-No!"

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School. The 6 word letter I hate most. Other than Lucas.

Wait, never mind, Lucas has 5 letters. Maybe this is the reason we have school. Oops.

I trudge down the hallway, dragging my feet and grumbling something about Geography under my breath when I hear voices right down the corner, or more specifically Lucas's and Malcolm's.

"I heard about you kissing Maya," Malcolm's husky ( slightly British ) voice reverberates against the lockers in the corridor.

At this, I hide behind the lockers, careful not to make any sound.

"No, I didn't," Lucas states, voice void of any emotion. I feel a little stab of pain in my heart, knowing that that 'kiss' meant nothing to him when it had sent my emotions into a raging frenzy.

"Oh, Huckleberry, why must you hide the truth?" Malcolm sneers, purposely lingering on Huckeberry.

"You like her, don't you?" Lucas fires back, a short haughty laugh following afterwards as he continues, "You gave her the post-it, didn't you, lover boy?"

"So what if I gave her the post-it?" My heart skips a beat.

Lucas's laughs again, but this time it kind of sounds more like a cackle. "You like Maya Hart? Save me that bullshit, Bradford. Your sister absolutely detests her."

"Who said I give two shits about what my bratty sister thinks?" Malcolm hisses, venom slipping off of every word he speaks. "Missy doesn't represent me. Her utter dislike towards Maya has nothing to do with my own feelings."

"You're such a loser," Lucas says.

When Lucas all a Malcolm a loser, I can't help but be fuming mad. Not just because Malcolm shouldn't be called that, but because he was being called that for liking me. Does Lucas honestly think that I wouldn't attract anybody at all? Does he really think I'm that disgusting?

My heart starts to pump at an alarmingly fast rate, anger boiling my blood, fuelling my urge to kick him where the sun doesn't shine again as my mind clouds with a familiar feeling when all thoughts that seem to filter in my mind are aimed at Lucas Friar. A familiar feeling that I can't put a finger on, yet can't seem to forget.

Suddenly, before I can respond, my feet take me to right in front of Lucas as I robotically raise my hand to slap him across the cheek. His eyes widen in shock as he registers what I had just done.

"What the-"

"W-wait, you heard that?" stutters a flustered Malcolm behind me, interrupting Lucas.

"Yes, Malcolm, I certainly did," I can't help but smile a little at him as he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his cheeks flushed completely red.

I walk away, not looking back at Lucas Friar, yet I know he's staring at me until I disappear right around the corner.

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a/n:

yo 1k reads thank you babes + a lot of drama in this chapter