Lucaya Smut | What A Flirt!

One ; New Girl

This book will contain sex, rude/crude/sexual humor, use of drugs, alcohol, tobacco, and strong language.

If you are okay with that, I hope you enjoy. If you mind drugs, drinking, and sex, this is not the book for you.

Enjoy!

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Maya

"Hey darling," mom kisses my cheek as I grab an apple and wash it off taking a big bite of it. "You excited for your new school?"

I wipe the lint off the apple with my shirt and shrug, "I honestly don't care, mom. Honestly, I got sick and tired of England. If I had the accent, maybe I would've liked it!"

"Sorry your father's not British!" mom took a sip of her coffee and threw the newspaper across the table. "Its just...the job here pays so much money!"

"I'm pretty sure--"

"Look, honey!"

Mom holds up a piece of paper with about five digits in it meaning that's how much mom and dad get paid and my eyes bulge out of my head!

"What the hell?!" I'm starry eyed.

"Ooh, time for you to go to school. I see you chose a leather jacket! Suave, honey."

I roll my eyes and we hop in the navy blue car and she drives me to John Quincy Adam's and I straighten out my 'OMFG' shirt.

If you didn't know, I swear...a LOT. Mom hates it, but I can't help it really, I get it from my damn dad so if you have a problem with that take it up to him because he's the only one who'll give a flying rats ass, okay?!

"This year," mom stops the car in front of the school. "I don't want you to be such an introvert, okay, Maya?"

"Yes, mom." I growl. "I will stop being such a damn introvert."

Lies!

We enter the school and enter the principal's office and he spins around in his chair doing a high-and-mighty posture.

"Ah!" he exclaims, "You must be the brilliant, new girl Maya Hart from England that I heard...so, so much about."

"Yeah," I smirk, "Its me."

"Awesome! You look perfect, aboslutely stunning, Ms. Hart! BUT, there's one problem, Ms."

"And what is that?" I fold my arms and do a little laugh one that says, 'Who the hell do you think you are?'.

"That shirt..." he points to it. "Has a swear."

"What? You mean how OMFG stands for 'Oh, My, Fucking, God'?"

"Yep. Don't wear it again."

"Fine, asshole," I mumbled.

*

"Okay honey," mom kisses my cheek, "I have to be going home now. Have a good day and stay out of trouble, dear!"

"Okay." We both know that won't happen.

I grab my piece of paper and hide out in the library for the day since I already missed a good amount of classes.

*The next day*

I enter the school and grab my paper. "History first period."

I walk around the whole entire school until I find the class I need; Mr. Matthews History Class.

I enter it and tell the teacher about me and sit down, "We use to have seperate desks, but people misused them now we have tables. Sit next to Mr. Friar please, Ms. Hart. Mr. Friar, please raise up your hand."

A handsome, tall, and muscular man who had a giant smirk plastered on his face raised his hand so I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him, "Now class, this is Maya Hart. She is new here from England and she's now here because of something financial hat happened. Please be nice to her, its her first day here as you know."

I sat down next to Friar and I grabbed gum and popped a piece into my mouth, "Gum isn't allowed in school, you know?"

"And you thought I gave a fuck because?..."

I rolled my eyes, "Ooh, feisty!"

"Ha, ha!" I smiled then frowned, "Shut. Up."

"So, if your from England..." he tapped his chin, "Why don't you have an accent?"

"Um, well just because I was born and raised in England doesn't mean I have the accent, Friar." I replied blowing a bubble.

"Call me Lucas." I nod. "And what should I call you, sexy?"

I glared at the word he used to describe me. I would've been okay with anything else, calling a girl sexy istead of beautiful or pretty, but I just choose to ignore the shit that just came out of his stupid mouth.

"Maya," I smiled fakely.

"Oh, since your new, I need your help on something since it requires a fresh, new, mind for a correct and understanable finish."

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"Wanna give me a blow job?"

"I don't like raisons, sorry."

He looks shocked while I shrug.

Man-whore.