Seduction at its finest

Lucas???

Maya trudged through the hallway, her mind racing a mile a minute as she recounted—for the thousandth time—the absolutely terrible conversation from lunch.

What the fuck had she been thinking?!

Maya groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. She definitely hadn't been thinking. If she had, she wouldn't have gotten herself into this ridiculous mess.

Seducing someone in a month?

Seriously, what the hell was wrong with her?

Curse her lies and big mouth. She had just wanted to prove to Lexi that she wasn't scared of her and that she could take her on. Maya wasn't one to get talked down to, and when Lexi had started acting all high and mighty, it had bothered Maya. She had just wanted to prove that she wasn't some weakling who would get trampled. She knew she wasn't in New York, but hell, old habits were hard to break and she had a reputation to build here.

But for all the confidence she had exuded when she spoke about her sexual experience, she was definitely not that experienced.

She'd had sex a grand total of three times, though she'd technically never gotten her orgasm. And all three times were with the same guy. In the same position. And that guy? It had taken her years to snag in the first place and that was thanks to Riley's intervention. And even then, he hadn't shown sexual interest in her at all until she'd asked him to take her virginity.

She had no idea how to even start getting Lucas interested.

"Hey Maya! Wait up!"

Maya looked over her shoulder and Missy bounded down the hall, waving excitedly, her hair flying around behind her. People moved aside quickly in alarm because clearly, Missy had no intention to avoid anyone and was fixing to bulldozer them if they didn't get the hell out of her way. She stopped next to Maya, a little out of breath, and rearranged her books in her hands before they tumbled to the ground.

"You're in history this period right?"

"Yeah." Maya said, eyeing her a little warily.

"Let's walk together." Missy grinned widely.

Maya shrugged and clutched her history textbook and notebook closer to her chest before continuing her walk down the hallway. Missy smiled triumphantly and matched her easy pace. She walked briskly, back straight and head held high. It was a sheer difference from Maya's feet-dragging, half-slouch, and made Maya somewhat anxious. Maya liked to live her life slow and easy, but Missy seemed like one of those girls who was constantly moving and constantly talking.

"You know," Missy said in concern, "I hope you're not doing this bet thing to prove a point."

"I'm not doing it to prove a point. I'm doing it because I'm bored." Maya said almost automatically.

Not completely untrue. She was bored. But part of the reason she'd agreed to the bet was because she wanted to beat Lexi at her own stupid game. Shit, Maya had met her fair share of bitches in her lifetime, but Lexi had been the first to actually rile her up.

Missy shook her head with a sigh, "Those were also the words of the last girl who joined our group. I wonder how she's doing in Alaska..."

Maya snorted at her dramatics.

Missy glanced at her. "But seriously, Maya. Lexi does stupid bets with people for random things all the time. You don't have to follow through. It won't mean anything. Camille and I won't think you're a coward."

"I get it, you know. You think I'm going to fail. But I don't fail stuff I start." Maya said, "Especially when stakes are high."

"Fine." Missy sighed, a little dejectedly. "Okay, I'm going to help you because I want you to win, but only just this once because you're not supposed to get any help from us."