girl meets the secret to life | lucaya & riarkle

19. Girl Meets Better.

I climb into bed with a frown, and lie down with a huge huff.

"Dumbo," I mutter to myself. "Selfish pig."

Lucas wasn't in the room yet, cause he was putting a very sleepy Grace back to bed.

It was eleven, and I surprisingly had time for homework tonight. I got myself caught up.

Lucas was pretty helpful, but I'd never admit that to anyone. We hate each other, right?

Why am I even questioning that? We hate each other.

Nothing other than pure hate.

Right?

I bang my head against the bed frame and moan in frustration.

"What wrong?" He asks as he enters the room.

"You."

He chuckles, and jumps onto the spot next to him.

"You gotta admit," Lucas says. "It was fun while it lasted."

"I was dumb and blind," I mutter. "I thought you were a different person."

"What kind of person am I?" He asks with a smile.

"You're the type of person who thinks anything serious is funny. You think this whole situation is funny!" I huff. "You're the guy that leaves, and then comes back after months acting like nothing's ever changed. You're a self centred turd."

"A turd?" He laughs.

"You're proving my point," I sigh. "And worse, you're not this gentle cowboy anymore. Lucas, you could've seriously hurt me."

"Maya-"

"No," My voice was raising by the second. "What if that was a kid? What if they weren't listening? Would you turn into-"

"Texas Lucas," He whispers.

"Texas Lucas!" My voice was fairly loud now. It was a level below yelling. "Little Isaac is terrified of men! He's terrified about being hurt again! He was abused Lucas! What if you turn into that Dad who abused him!"

He gets himself into a sitting position, and towers over my body. Our faces about two feet away.

"Why can't you understand this?" Lucas yells. "I lost it once and I'm sorry! But you can't expect me to not freak out when you tell me I can't be apart of my own kid's lives!"

I get closer ink his face, yelling too now. "It could've been him! I don't care if you hurt me, but if you hurt them I swear-"

"I'd kill myself if I laid a finger on them!" He yells. "Do you not understand that?"

"Lu-"

But then we hear a door open, and little feet scamper the floor.

And Lucas starts tickling me. I don't know what the hell he's thinking, but I can't stop giggling. I laugh until he does the most expected thing.

He kisses me on the lips.

I pull away, in complete shock. "Lu-"

But he pushes his lips back onto mine, cutting me off. It takes every nerve in my body not to kiss him back. There's this fire in my chest, yearning for more.

It never went away. Crap.

When Lizzy walks through the door, I finally get why he's doing what he's doing.

We're supposed to not let the kids know we hate each other, that we're constantly bickering. To them we're supposed to be madly in love.

So I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and connect our foreheads, smiling.