revenge ✔

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Maya POV

I have not seen Lucas since we shared our intimate moment about a week ago.

I knew it.

I fucking knew he was using me for the sex.

Yet I was still stupid enough to agree with it. It’s all my fault for letting it happen. I could have stopped this and saved me the heartbreak but I didn’t. And I feel awful. But I can’t stop there unfortunately. I need to see him again if I want revenge on him and I know the perfect way to piss him off.

I decide to dress a little different and more revealing to what I would dress in. I need to for what I am about to do next. The scars on my wrist are on full show so I have to take extra care in trying to hide those.

I walk out of my house and make my way across the street the ever familiar house. I knocked on the door a couple of times before waiting patiently. It soon opened to reveal Zay in a simple top and jeans. I take a moment to appreciate him. He was hot. But not nearly as hot as Lucas…..

His face instantly lit up when he saw me.

“Adriboo!” he yells and instantly engulfs me in a tight bear hug. I chuckle at his childishness.

“Adriboo?” I ask amused while pulling away. He winks at me before stepping aside and allowing me to enter.

“Is anyone else here?” I ask while stepping into the living room. I feel his presence close behind me.

“Farkle and Josh were here but they only just left. Lucas left around half an hour ago to get something so he should be back any minute now. So we’re all alone for now.” He says also plopping down on the sofa next to me. Perfect. Just what I needed for this to work. “Oh that’s ok.” I reply huffing and faking slight irritation. Zay looks at me amused.

“Why? Did you want to talk in private?” he asks bringing his legs up and resting them on the edge of the table in front.

“Yeah kinda.” I reply while biting my lip. He shifts slightly while studying my face. The lip biting gets boys every time!

“Well we have a few minutes….” He trails off while shuffling slightly closer to me. I smirk at him but keep my act going. We are practically sitting arm to arm now. His face only half about half a metre away. I glance at his lips before meeting his blackened gaze.

Ha! The sucker so wants to kiss me now! To be honest I want to kiss him too. His lips look so kissable. Urgh. I’m so gross.

“Well then we’d better hurry.” I whisper while licking my lips. My comment set him off and he instantly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a hungry and rough kiss. He was a good kisser but his kisses weren’t nearly as good as Lucas. Oh god…Now I’m comparing everything he does to Lucas.

I lift my hands and cup his face trying to make this kiss deeper. Come on Zay! Hold the kiss long enough. He wraps his long arms around my small waist closing any gaps that were between us as the kiss turned heated by the second.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I hear an extremely familiar and pissed off voice. Holy shit. It worked. Fuck yeah Maya!

Zay instantly pulls away from me and looks at the pissed off Lucas standing in the doorway. Zay's face turns into confusion mixed with horror.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING KISSING MY GIRL?!” he screams. For once I am not scared. I sit there masking my smugness. Angry Lucas is actually really hot…

“Woah sorry man. I didn’t know she was yours.” Zay says apologetically to his leader. But Lucas still looks at him in anger.

“Hang on! Don’t I get a say in this?! If you remember dickhead, you left me after you fucked me. I belong to no one especially you!” I spat at him letting out all of my anger from the past week. Both Lucas and Zay turn their attention to me.

“Say that again. I dare you.” Lucas says threateningly. Zay shifts uncomfortably next to me. My fucking plan actually worked. I got Lucas jealous. This means he really does have feeling for me or he is a really good actor. I decide to be stupid and challenge him.

“I. Don’t. Belong. To. You.” I say through gritted teeth. Lucas tilts his jaw to the side before angrily stomping over to me. Fuck I’m screwed.

“Zay. Get the fuck out of here now.” Lucas orders while pointing to the front door of the house. Zay hesitates at first but obeys and quickly walks out leaving me all alone in this house with him. Wow this worked out a little too well. I look down on my lap avoiding Lucas intense gaze. Bad idea.

I am harshly grasped by the wrist and yanked upwards causing me to stand and collapse into his hard chest.

“Look at me.” He growls. I take a deep breath and comply. Strangely, his eyes are not black like usual when he is angry. Instead they are still green but bloodshot. Daffuq?

“You. Are. Mine.” He states as a fact. Ok now I’m pissed.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE SAY THAT I AM YOURS! YOU LEFT ME AFTER THAT NIGHT. YOU USED ME AND I COULD NEVER HATE YOU MORE THAN I DO RIGHT NOW!” I scream in his face partially lying about the fact that I hate him. Well I do but not as much as I had said. He looked like he was about to slap me but is cut off.

“Yo Lucas we’re here like you said!” I here two familiar voices call from the hallway.

I see Lucas face drop and I swear I saw him face palm.

And guess what? In comes waling in Jamie and Missy. It’s just like high school again!

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jamie asks while glaring at me. I narrow my eyes at her back.

“Yeah Lucas what the fuck is this whore doing here?! I thought you hated her.” Missy hisses focusing her spiteful gaze at me.

“It’s none of your damn business what I am doing here!” I snap back at her. All three of them glare at me but I ignore them. I feel a strong force on my wrist and I realise Lucas is still gripping onto my wrist. My scarred wrist. Shit…

I quickly yank it out of his grasp trying to hide it away. But as always, something has to go wrong. All three pairs of eyes instantly snap to my wrist. Great Maya. You just brought attention to your wrist.

“What the fuck is that on your wrist?!” Missy asks as if she knows the answer. I quickly cross my arms trying to hide both of my wrist behind me. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this top!

“Nothing.” I snap. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Give me your wrist.” Lucas orders sternly.

“No.” I protest hugging my arms tighter.

“Give me your fucking wrist or I will get them myself.” He snaps. I’m screwed.

I slowly uncross my arms and give him my wrist to inspect. All three pairs of eyes widen when they see the scars. Well they should. Half of them are knife slashes caused by them.

Do they recognise me now? It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out! Part of me wants them to find out but then I cannot avenge them anymore.

“She- she cuts?” Jamie asks at a loss for words.

“I fucking knew she was a little pussy.” Missy mumbles.
Lucas just stands there staring at the scars….almost as if he had seen them before. Well he has!

“I definitely know you from somewhere but I just can’t think where.” He finally says exasperated. He looks into my eyes with…..concern?

“Please don’t do this.” He pleads and Jamie, Missy and I are taken aback by his comment.

“No fucking way. He’s fallen for her.” Jamie says thoughtfully. Lucas closes his eyes briefly but reopens them looking straight into mine.

“I have.”