Country Boy and City Girl

Not in Kansas Anymore (He's From Texas!)

Lucas Friar has always been described as, self-righteous, violent, aggressive, reserved, quiet, and downright scary. It wasn't something he took pride in like Richie McCourt who lived down the street from him did. He didn't go around scowling at people and spitting whenever he could... that just wasn't him.

He had grown up only living with his ma and pa and living with his grandfather in the summer. His father was in the military for 28 years joining fresh out of high school.

He was known as General Friar to the town and every knew of the air tight grip he kept on his only son. Lucas learned to defend himself when he was five. He was pushed by Gerald Williams and had landed and scraped his knee. He had been crying for what seemed like forever before his father had ordered him to 'stop all that damned crying and follow me.'

He may have been young but he wasn't naive, whatever the General said must be done. He had shown Lucas how to throw a punch, how to crouch in the right position to absorb the least amount of pain possible and to ball your fist at the very last second to add more power to his punch. His fists were way too small then to have any real power in them but he always remembered what he said. Gerald didn't mess with him again and Lucas never had to use what his father taught him until he was in sixth grade and Patrick Fisk had lifted up Maggie Donald's skirt causing her to cry.

He punched Patrick so hard two of his teeth fell out and everyone who witnessed it ran away in horror. It was the first time he had ever hit someone, and it was the first time he's ever seen so much blood. He looked at his knuckles in horror as the adrenaline pumping through his veins made the noise around blur together and beat into his ears.

He was suspended for two weeks and for two weeks his father wouldn't speak to him. His mother would look at him with sad, disappointed eyes, and he would lock himself in his room and do his best not to think about how he was 'the General's violent son.'

When he went back to school no one looked at him. That was until lunch when two lunch trays hit his empty table. He recognized the two as Maggie Donald and Isaiah Babineaux.

Later Isaiah (Zay) would become his best friend and Maggie his girlfriend (Since seventh grade). Lucas hadn't gotten into any fights and he had remained under the radar. It was junior year and he and Maggie had just broken up, (yes again Zay). He didn't necesirily care, she just wasn't the one, and at the tender age of sixteen he could understand that. Ever since Noah Greenberg came to town he noticed how she had become distant and he understood. He wasn't heartbroken or anything.

He felt good about himself, sure he got in a minor skirmish here or there and he didn't smile much unless you were his friend, but he was trying to be better. But like everything in Lucas's life it would never last.

Zay had called for him and...

Lucas wasn't supposed to be like that. Lucas was supposed to be the General's disciplined son, he was supposed to be respected, not feared. Lucas wanted to be the one who helped, not the one who people were being helped away from. He wanted to be better but he doesn't know how.

"Lucas honey! Get up!" Lucas slowly blinked his eyes as his aunt called him.

His memories of Texas pushed to the back of his head he slowly got up and stretched. His limbs felt weirdly coiled and his face felt very warm. He played it off as nerves for his first day.

He was living with his aunt Taylor in New York and attending a new school until he graduated. In a weird way, Lucas felt pretty excited. He was going to actually get a fresh clean start.

He had planned it out; he was going to join SGA, he was going to make new friends, he was going to be a star student. He was going to be good.

Lucas quickly got into the shower and his muscles relaxed a little, when he was finished he slipped on some jeans, a hoodie, and grabbed his backpack before walking out of his room and into the kitchen of his aunt's apartment. He liked his aunt Taylor, she was sweet and funny unlike his hard and reserved father. Sometimes he wondered how they were related, sure they looked alike with their dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, but other than that they were completely different people.