The Wait (A Lucaya Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Hoping

Maya POV

"I don't know Riles but the way he was asking me these questions.."

"Like if he cared to know the answer."

I took a long sip of my coffee.

"Yeah, exactly..."

I looked at Riley who would normally be super engaged in our conversation but wasn't.

Not because I was talking about Luke, but because it was finals week. And she was stressing out, really bad.

"But why does he care to know I mean he was the one who lost feelings for you.." She continued to write out her terms on blank index cards.

"I wish I knew."

Part of me thought that, well had hope that, Lucas realized he still likes me.

Maybe, he realized that he just made a mistake and he was confused.

Part of me hoped he still loved me because, well, I knew that I had never stopped loving him.

"So, are you excited?" Riley actually put her highlighter down and cupped her face with her hands.

"Yes! I've been waiting for this for an entire year and it's finally here!"

Well, of course, we were talking about my art showcase.

Mr. Johnson and I had arranged for my art over the past year to be show cased. I had done enough work for it to be an intimate party, but he reserved a small hall, where his wife worked and it was gonna be an entire night dedicated to just me, and my art. Talk about being the teacher's pet.

"Look Maya, I know you're worried about this Lucas stuff but don't worry about that. The most important thing is that in three days it's gonna be your night. the truth will be revealed at some point."

I popped a donut hole in my mouth and wrote some notes from the power point I had on Riley's laptop. We were sitting in Topanga's studying for mid-terms just like we always did.

By 'studying', I mean, Riley studies and I help quiz her but the most I do is take notes that I won't even read. And as hard as it is to believe, not studying is so much work, doing nothing is hard. Sometimes, I wish I was studious. But then I realized if I was studious, I wouldn't be Maya. And the whole identity crisis thing was soo 9th grade.

Plus, seeing how stressed out Riley gets just proves my point.

I looked at my notebook where I stashed all my unwritten notes. I swear I have notes for everything in here. I think I still have those notes from proportions from 7th grade.

My hand was getting tired so I closed my notebook and threw it, along with my chewed up pen, on the coffee table. I, then, proceeded to put my feet up on the table and I took out my phone.

I had gotten a few texts from my mom, one from Shawn, and one from Farkle;

Mom:

'Hey, dinner's gonna be ready in ten'

'Let me know if you're gonna stay at the Matthews tonight. Love You.'

Shawn:

'Took the coolest photos at the Subway station today, I exported them to your computer at home. Also sent the ones from the shower.'

Farkle:

'Call me ASAP. Saw Lucas today, might wanna know what I saw.'

That's weird. Why would Farkle wanna tell me about him seeing Lucas today?

I called his cell and walked outside.

"Hey you crazy boy genius. What's so urgent?"

"Maya.." He sighed.

"Minkus.. what's wrong.."

"You know that I care about you right? And that I've known you and Riley longer than anyone and i'll always do what I can to protect you guys right?"

"Yes, Farkle, of course, what's wrong?"

"Okay, so." He took another deep breath. "I was in the park doing some research for my life studies extra credit and I saw Lucas..."

"Okay? So? Lucas lives in New York.. you're bound to see each other!" I remarked sarcastically.

"Maya. He was with someone else. A girl."

A/N:

This pains me, truly, and Lucas is acting very promiscuous isn't he? Flirting with Maya one day and out with a girl on the next?! Tsk Tsk.....