complicated [lucaya]

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[Maya's POV;]

Pushing my way through the crowded hallway, I eventually made it to English class. I entered the room and my face fell into a look of disgust. There he was practically dry humping some girl on my desk. I cleared my throat and walked over to them. They ignored me.

I grew impatient and grabbed him by his black t-shirt, pulling him away from the girl.

"What the hell?" His voice was low. He turned around and raised his voice. "Was that really necessary?"

I faked a smile and rolled my eyes. "I hate to break it to you, Ranger Rick, but this is my desk not your bed. Do that somewhere else."

He smirked and let out a small chuckle. "Oh Maya, you're just jealous that it's not you." The brunette appeared from behind him and leaned against him.

"And it never will be, because why would a guy like Lucas want an embarrassment like you when he can have me."

Once again, I rolled my eyes and pushed past them. "Well Missy, here's the thing. I could really care less about him because why on earth would I want a guy that goes after a bitch like you." Her mouth dropped and she walked away defeated. I sat down and did a typical, "flip and wave" to mock her.

Lucas took his seat behind me and whispered in my ear. "Nice one, short-stack." I bit my lip and smiled to myself.

"Hey Peaches." My best friend, Riley, cheerfully came in the room and sat next to me. "Hey Lucas," She twirled her hair and shot him a flirty smile. He smirked and winked at her, causing her to blush.

"Could you two stop? I'd like to keep my lunch down." Despite Riley knowing that Lucas was bound to use her then throw her way, that didn't stop her from having a crush.

The bell rang and our English teacher, Harper came in the room and wrote the words, Twelfth Night on the white board. As soon as I realized we were about to start reading another one of Shakespeare's plays I started tuning her out. Blah Blah, greatest writer of his time, blah blah blah. It was like listening to the adults speak in those Charlie Brown holiday specials.

"I'm having a party next weekend," I heard Lucas whisper. "If you come maybe we can have some fun." The hint of flirt was evident in his voice. Riley giggled and I looked glanced over to see her leaning towards him, practically falling out of her chair. I felt an arm go around my shoulder and a sense of irritation shot through my body. "Don't worry, Hart. You can come too."

The final bell rang and I moved his arm away from me. "Now why would I want to do that?" I grabbed my notebook and walked away, being sure to stop at the door. I looked over my shoulder. "Nice try huckleberry."

"Please come." Riley pleaded as I transferred my things from my locker to my backpack.

Shutting my locker, I gave her a look that screams you have to be kidding me. "You always drag me to these things and then you ditch me for your shitty popular friends and I end up on the couch mid-orgy " She tilted her head and her eyes widened. "It's just not my scene."

"I don't understand how you can even resist Lucas." I started walking towards the front doors of the school, Riley following close behind. "I mean if I lived next door to someone as smoking hot as him I'd be all over it." Stopping in my tracks, I looked back at my overly chatty friend.

"Did really just use the words smoking hot to describe Lucas Friar?" She laughed and I rolled my eyes. We walked outside and sat on the front steps of the school.

"Oh please, you can't deny that he's beautiful."

"Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still a total douche that hooks up with a different girl like every weekend."

My phone chimed and I looked down to see a text from Lucas.

Huckleberry: meet me in the back parking lot.

"Look, I'm done talking about this. You go to the party and I'll stay at home and binge-watch Teen Wolf." Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I started down the stairs.

"You better text me when you get home!."

I ignored her and made my way to the back of the school. Spotting Lucas' black Tacoma, I smiled and walked over to the truck. "You think I did a good job deflating Missy's ego?" I leaned in the window and he chuckled.

[Lucas' POV;]

I smiled at the blonde and looked up at the sky. "I don't think anyone can do that. Once you get to know her she's even more shallow."

Maya let out a sarcastic laugh and opened the passenger door. "And I suppose you've gotten to know her?" She took her seat, shut the door, and tossed her bag in the backseat. "I mean I'm sure you know her body pretty well, right huckleberry?"

I smirked and turned on the ignition. "You know me so well." As I pulled out of the school parking lot, I quickly glanced over at Maya. "So about Riley..."

"Don't even go there."

"Oh come on, I think she'd be into it." Riley has had a crush on me since middle school; she is not exactly subtle about it. I drove right into the busy New York traffic and looked over to see Maya glaring at me. "What?"

"I know Riley is part of your crowd, but she's not like Missy or any of those other girls, Lucas. She actually has a soul."

I put my arm around her headrest and sighed. "But Maya..." I whined and pouted.

"You know I don't fall for that." I glared at her and directed my attention on the road. "She really likes you and I'm not gonna let you play games with her."

"Fine." I pulled in front our houses and turned off the truck. "So are you really skipping out on my party? Josh is coming."

She rolled her eyes and reached in the backseat to grab her backpack. "Is that supposed to be a deal breaker?" She hopped out of the truck and walked towards my house. I followed her and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Come on, the three of us used to cause so much mischief." We sat our bags inside the door and went straight for the kitchen.

"You talk about him like he moved to Antarctica, we literally see him at least twice a week." She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured herself a glass of lemonade. "It's really not that big of a deal."

I sat on the counter and started scrolling through my phone. "I just thought that maybe you'd come to one of my parties if he was there." Maya sat on the stool across from me and sipped her drink.

"I know you don't actually want me at your party. I don't get along with those people, and they don't exactly like me either."

"There will be so many people here you won't even notice Missy. Okay? Just come."

She sighed and put her glass on the counter. "I'll think about it. If I do come Riley will probably just drag me around and talk about how insanely hot she thinks you are. I'll get shitfaced with Josh and we'll talk about how bored we are."

"Then you'll hook up with him and regret it the next morning." I chimed in and she shot me daggers.

"Exactly, and you know he's Riley's uncle and that is something I don't even want to explain to her."

I woke up to my screen flashing on from a text message.

Missy: Hey(; can I come over?

Maya was peacefully asleep on my lap and I ran my hand through her tangled blonde hair. If I invite Missy over, I have to kick Maya out. I am not that much of an asshole so I simply locked my phone without responding.

Sometimes I wish I could be with her in public, but this is for the best.