complicated [lucaya]

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Three weeks later... (Thanksgiving)

Maya's POV;

This weeks itinerary: Two pointless days of school, followed by friendsgiving, then Thanksgiving. I don't do Black Friday.

November is basically the starting line of the holiday season. As soon as the clock strikes midnight on November 1st, everything turns red and green, and it's officially socially acceptable to play Christmas music out loud.

"I'm sorry Riley, but you're not making the cookies this year."

The tall brunette crossed her arms and glared at Farkle. "But I love making them."

"Yeah, well I don't like having a burnt aftertaste." I pointed out. Riley literally burns the cookies every year. I don't know why it took us this long to tell her no.

"I just want to make sure they're done!"

Lucas put his arm around her, "Babe, they're done when the timer goes off."

She rolled her eyes. "Well if I'm not making them, who is."

"Maya makes some kick ass snicker doodles."

I smiled at Zay. "Thank you."

"But they're not as kick ass as my grandma's cookies."

My smile faded, "I've really had enough of your sass Babineaux." I chucked the throw pillow at him and we all laughed.

On top of cookies, I'm also making baked mac n cheese. The true centerpiece of night.

We spent the evening joking around as we planned our first drama-free friendsgiving in years.

But I noticed something.

Lucas never took his eyes off me, and for some reason it sent electricity through my body.

-

Minding my own business, I walked down the hall with nothing but mindless chatter filling my ears.

Lost in my own thoughts of nothingness, I was interrupted by a hand grabbing my arm and pulling me into an old classroom.

"What the hell dude?" I looked up at Lucas, then looked around. "Why are we in the old biology room?"

He sighed as he climbed on one of the desks. "Hope this doesn't collapse under pressure."

I dusted off the desk in front of him and sat down. "I saw you staring at me Sunday night."

"I haven't been to your house in a while." His eyes were burning into my skin. "I miss hanging out with you."

Sighing, I looked down at the floor. "We agreed it would be best for everyone if we stopped spending so much time alone."

"I know, but... I didn't realize how much I'd miss you."

I shot my head up. "What are you trying to say, Lucas."

"That you've always been my best friend. Even before everything that went down." He grabbed my hand. "I just want us to get back to being us without worrying about how Riley will react."

My heart was racing. Why was my heart racing? "I know what you mean. I miss it too, but you know how Riley gets."

Lucas told me a while ago that Riley was worried that we would sleep together again if we were both drunk.

Now that she knows alcohol wasn't always involved, it's even harder to keep her at ease.

I would never think about hurting Riley like that. She's my best friend and she trusts me. So if that means giving up the more intimate aspects of my friendship with Lucas, it's the way it has to be.