a/n: okey so this takes place in 10th to 11th grade but it's still the same plot line just in a different time, make any sense? Me neither wellp we'll see how this goes.
Maya had just left after a late night talk about our "dates" with Charlie and Lucas. Charlie was okay, it was weird how he knew I liked popcorn and chocolate without me telling him. I brushed it off at first, then he knew my favorite place to sit in the theater and that's when things went south. He would place his hand on my thigh and start to rub my thigh at intense part of the movies. Which I was very confused about that so-called "habit" he said it was with that weird smirk of his. I didn't know what to do so I ran to the bathroom and sat in the lobby for the remainder of a movie.
But of course when Maya asked, all I said was "I don't know."
I don't know. Of course I know I just didn't want to ruin her night with Lucas she didn't supposedly know about either.
I didn't know why she said, "He needs someone like me to tear him down." Did she not know about Lucas' parents, he gets plenty of being torn down by them. Did she know why his parents did that? She's been over there once, but she doesn't know his ma like I do. His ma tears him down every chance she gets, I thought it was to be "funny" at first but then she kept on making fun of him the entirety of that dinner. Then the next time I came over and the next and the next.
I rang on the intercom that had 'Friar' written on it and I was immediately buzzed in. Then I proceeded up the elevator, with the chicken my mother had made for them, until I reached their floor. I got out and walked down the narrow halls carpeted with odd carpet and the walls were covered in stucco wallpaper. I knocked on apartment 6B and was greeted with glorious forest eyes staring into mine. Lucas' eyes to be exact.
"Hey," I said still locking my gaze on his eyes.
"Hi," He whispered back staring into my eyes. I really wanted to kiss him, but we agreed not to be anything more than friends. This was before Texas. Mrs. Friar and Mr. Friar grunted as I walked in. "My mother made you guys, well us all, some chicken for tonight." I said setting the chicken dish down on the table. "Thank you, darling." Lucas' mom said to me with a pearly white smile plastered on her face. This was odd, she hadn't made fun of Lucas yet, I thought to myself. Lucas pulled out my chair and then sat next to me. "Thank Mr. and Mrs. Friar, for having me over. This dinner looks lovely."
"Well that's because Catherine didn't make it." Me. Friar drunkenly chuckled taking another swig at his beer. Mrs. Friar kept her gaze locked on her plate after that, until she finished one glass of wine, another, another and another. Four glasses of red wine. That's when her truth came out, "Darlin'," she said and turned her had towards me "why is someone so pretty as you friends with a boy like my son." I was eating my green beans and almost spit them out in disgust at Mrs. Friar. "I'm friends with your son because-" I was cut off by Lucas grabbing my arm and shaking his head. She saw this interaction and took advantage of it, "Why honey, because he does stuff like that he 'comforts you'," she said and she raised her hands to do air quotes, leaning over the table her pearl necklace clinking against her plate, "he can't handle the truth from either of us, there's no way he could handle it from you either." I wanted to tell her off, how great he was to his friends, how sweet he was with Auggie, how much he cared about me, how much he cared to get my mother's favorite flowers whenever he came over, how considerate he was to me on our second 'official ' date and how he looked at me with those sparkling green eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Maybe not that last part, but I wanted to tell her off. So I raised from my seat, "Mrs. Friar, Mr. Friar, it's been a pleasure being here with you tonight, but I think I'll just walk home now." But I didn't because, Riley Matthews, couldn't. I pushed out my seat grabbed my coat and chicken dish and started to head to the door. I heard something along the lines of 'Great job you ruined tonight for me,' from Lucas as he chased after me. "Hey." He said breathily and his breath could be seen as we walked deeper into the cold.
"Hi," I replied, "tell your mom and dad, next time you can come over to my house." I tried cracking a joke but his laugh was dry.
"It's alright, I know you don't want to come back here. And I'm okay with that." He smiled at me.
"How do you go back everyday?" I was genuinely curious, I would never want to go back if I were him.
"I just get numb to the comments, luckily I have a room where I can lock myself into for hours if I want to. I would've shown you, if you'd stayed longer." He said chuckling.
"Well, you can see mine when we get back to my house." I said giggly. He smirked at me. "And Lucas," he nodded "if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here for you."
His parents tore him down non-stop about me after that night. He said, they said it was his fault we didn't date. But it was really my fault and I felt terribly about it. He said not to worry, but I couldn't stop. Maya doesn't know Lucas like I do. I was torn out of my thoughts with a call, Lucas. So I immediately pick up, "Hi Lucas."
"Riley." He said weary and as if he'd been crying.
"Lucas, are you okay?" No reply. "Lucas?" Then I heard a loud knock at my bay window. I opened it and Lucas climbed in and I led him to my bed and sat him down. His gaze was locked on the floor. I kneeled down in front of him and looked up at him. "Lucas?" I whispered, because I didn't want to wake anyone up. "Are you okay." It was dim in my room, the only source of light was the moon, shining brightly. I finally lifted his chin to see two black eyes. One was daintier than the other, like a woman hit him. Mrs. Friar. "Lucas, did they do this to you?" He nodded his head, clenching his jaw holding back tears. Not because he was embarrassed to cry in front of me because if he started he'd never stop. But that didn't stop my tears, I raised my body up lifted him up and embraced him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his found my waist he rested his head on mine, burrowing his face in my hair. We got tired eventually and then went to my bed and he laid on top of my covers and I laid beside him. Not exactly cuddling, but not exactly apart. But I was nuzzled under his arm and laid my head on his chest while he bent his head to put his face in my hair. And we laid there, until each of us fell asleep. She doesn't know him like I know him. How am I in a triangle with that?
a/n: ELLO M8's. Um, so yep. I like this chapter but it's like 4 AM on Christmas morning, so yeah. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, Happy Kwanza, and Happy other holidays because I'm and uncultured swine.
