The Wait (A Lucaya Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Confrontation

Maya POV

Lucas. Friar.

He thought it was okay to mess with my feelings like this?

And he, has the decency to go out with some girl THREE WEEKS after we broke up.

I mean come on.. at least we waited months before going out after him and Riley broke up.

But this..

This was a new low.

And the best part? He lied to me.

He flat out lied to me over the phone.

I looked at the time; 4:30. It was Tuesday.

He has probably be at baseball practice from 15 minutes already.

"Riles, I gotta go." I storm back into Topanga's and begin to stuff all my things into my bag.

"Wait, why?"

"I'll call you late to fill you in with all the details but I have to go right now."

I walked out to the back parking lot and get in my car.

Once I was at the field, I was steadily holding back tears. I was too angry to cry.

I saw Lucas up on the mound and I walked right into the dugout, onto the field.

"Ma'am! This is a closed practice!" I heard his coach call after me.

"Maya? What are you doing here?" Lucas had a very confused look on his face when I approched him.

"I cannot believe you right now Lucas."

"Maya.. why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Why am I here? Oh! That is a great question Lucas! Why am I here?"

I was pacing back and forth a good 10 feet from him.

"Maya, are you okay?"

"No. No Lucas. I am not okay. And do you want to know why? It's because I thought you couldn't break my heart anymore. I thought.. I thought 'Oh! Lucas the Good, at least he was honest with me. He broke up with me because he didn't wanna hurt me' Bullshit. Bullshit all of it. You know? You're good. Lying to my fucking face.. making me feel dumb. Saying these things to me.. making me feel like I had a chance again. You making me feel special again.. and for what? For what Lucas."

"Maya.."

"No." I kicked the ball bucket and walked right up to him.

"No. Don't you 'Maya' me. You lied to me. I asked you if you had a girlfriend and you said 'No.' In fact, you said 'of course not, Maya' as if I was the dumb ass for asking. But you do have a girlfriend don't you.. A cute little girlfriend who you take to dates on the park.."

"Maya, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"No, you aren't sorry. You're sorry you got caught. You're sorry that you couldn't get away with the fact that you can shit on my heart and on my feelings, get a new girl in three weeks. THREE WEEKS LUCAS. You aren't sorry. And all those questions.. Why Luke? Why? Why make me feel like I have a chance?"

"Maya, I'm sorry.."

"I gave you my everything Lucas. My absolute everything; my heart, my soul.. and for what? I put a wall up specifically for shit like this. And you. You. You came along and I let it down.. For what? For nothing. That's for what. You hurt me. Again. I trusted you."

Lucas dropped his glove and put his hands on my shoulder.

"No. Don't touch me. I don't want your pity."

"So what Maya? What now?"

"I wanted us to be more than friends. And when I couldn't have you the way I wanted.. We became friends again. I couldn't stand to not have you in my life Lucas. Now... Now I'm not even sure I care anymore."

"So what are we not friends anymore?"

"Figure it out. I'm done trying."

"Okay then, I won't even go to your art showcase anymore."

"That is so like you Lucas. You KNOW how much that showcase means to me. And you have the balls to say you're not going? That's a real dick move."

"Why would you even want me there? You just said yourself that you don't care!"

"That's the thing. I do care. I care so much about you. And you don't give a fuck about my feelings enough to spare them. I care. A hell of a lot more than you ever did, by the looks of it."

I felt tears roll down my cheeks, my voice choked up, "I'm done."

Before Lucas could open his mouth I walked out of the field. I walked right past his teammates and stormed right to my car.

I got inside and took a deep breath right before I busted into tears.

As I sat in the parking lot, crying to myself in my car I could only think one thing;

I love you Lucas Friar.

A/N:

This was a tough one to write. Very personal to me.

PS: I hope the foul language doesn't offend any of you..