Playing Pretend

Chapter One: Intro

The blonde let out a laugh as she shook her head at the boy before her. You'd think that this boy couldn't be anymore pathetic- but boy he was quite the expert. Any girl had seen poor little Lucas Friar from afar, they'd think, damn, he has the whole package. He's perfect. But if you see him up close, you're not surprised and you're passed his front consisting of Texas pride. Maya Hart, currently 16 years old, had met Lucas Friar, currently 17 years old, in the 7th grade from when he first moved here. And from then on, the two had an inseparable friendship in which nothing and no one could ruin. Maya stood next to him at her locker, laughing at his pathetic pleads. His pleads had been pathetic before, but this one, was a freaking winner. "Maya." Lucas whined. "She's new, she's from upstate New York, she's here. And she's loved by everyone already."
Maya stared at the new girl who was currently smiling widely and laughing at of the other students. "You are seriously a puppy. A lost one, at that. What do you see in her? She's perky, and she's a freaking rainbow with legs."

"She's drop dead goregous. And you could probably use a friend like her. So maybe your reputation wouldn't be so..." God Lucas, pick your choice of words carefully. "Intimidating?"

"Indimidating? I'll show you intimid-" Maya stopped herself, sighing as she realized he was probably right. "I'm fine!" Maya shook it off. "I can be nice. I'm nice to you, aren't I? And how about Zay and Farkle?"

"Okay, you're nice to three people. Three people whom you've known for years on years. You look at others as if you're a wolf and they're like.. helpless ants."

Maya snickered. "Good analogy." Lucas' eyes were lingering back to Riley again, who was twirling around to her locker. He gaped back at Maya.

"Maya, you're a girl." The boy looked at her with eyes filled up with ideas.

"I think I need boobs to prove that." She pulled her shirt so she could look down at her chest. "Oh right. They're still there."

"No!" He sighed at his too sarcastic for her own good friend, and got to the chase. "No, I mean, why don't you befriend her? It seems like the only friends you really have are Farkle, Zay and I. Wouldn't it be nice for you to actually have a girl friend to like... Talk about girly things with?" Maya scowled. She was anything but girly.

"I talk about everything with you guys."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "There are always going to be things girls talk about with each other that they cannot tell guys. Just be her friend. And maybe.. Put some word in for me? As some like.. Potential boyfriend?"

Maya huffed, and folded her arms as she glanced back at a smiling and poised Riley Matthews. "Only because you're desperate." She smiled as her best friend frowned. "And because maybe I could have a shot at befriending a decent-non whorish girl."

"Good! Now go make a friend." He pushed her from her back and she stumbled over closer to Riley in the halls. She reminded herself to kick her best friend in a forbidden place later on.

"Oh hi!" Riley immediately drew her attention to Maya. "I'm Riley Matthews, I'm new." She held out her hand for Maya to shake it. Maya raised her brows as she took her hand. Teenagers still did this?

"I'm Maya." She felt the need to add in her last name, feeling like this girl was brought up polite and formal. "Maya Hart."

Riley smiled sweetly at her. "My first day here, and everyone at this school is friendly. Teachers and students are so sweet! Oh, did I mention that my dad works here? And-" This girl talked a lot. Maya felt like she was drowning as the girl uttered out each and every word. She was very bubbly and full of happiness and maybe just what Maya needed. Maya was a dark grey cloud living in a world of sunshine. And now maybe, just maybe, she could just lighten the hell up with more of it. "Though I kind of miss my boyfriend at home. He told me a day without me is like a day without water." She sighed. Maya wanted to roll her eyes until they reached the back of her head. Her boyfriend must've been so dramatic. "But enough sad things!" No please, bring more emotions other than utter happiness. "I'm gonna like it here."