Beep. Beep. Beep.
                              Groaning I shut off my alarm and throw my covers off. As I get up I feel the usual sharp pains from yesterday's blow. Sighing I slowly get up and change into a white shirt with purple poka-dots all over it and striped jean overalls with black tights and my black converse. Lightly I curl my hair and put on some mascara. 
                              I look into the mirror making sure you can't see any bruises and I then look at my face. Good, no one can tell anything. Grabbing my bag I quickly make a run for the door. Ignoring the pain I make my way out of the old apartment and sigh. Then I begin walking down the worn out sidewalks and come upon the subway station.
                              People are rushing past me as I make my way unto the subway cart to go to school. I sit down beside this guy with light brown hair who is reading a book silently. He looks up and smiles at me with pearly white teeth and his emerald green eyes filled with amusement.
                              "Hi, I am Lucas," he says in a country accent and I smirk.
                              "Hey cowboy I am Maya," I shake his hand and he raises an eyebrow.
                              "Cowboy?" Lucas questions my nickname.
                              "It fits that accent of yours," I smile innocently.
                              "Oh my accent? Well I am from Texas, ma'am," he tips an imaginary hat.
                              "Watch it there Cowboy!" I warn and get up just as the subway comes to a stop.
                              Without a word I leave him and head off to my school. As I walk in I see Riley and Farkle talking. They notice me and walk over and I smile. 
                              Time to put my mask on...
                              "Hey Maya!" Riley says in a perky tone like always.
                              "Hey Riles. Hey Farkle," I wave and we all walk to our lockers.
                              Riley and Farkle's were on the other side of the hallway from mine. Opening my locker I grab my notebook for my first class. I start to hear gasps and sighs from everyone in the hallway, so I close my locker to see what is going on.
All eyes were on this guy whose back was turned to me. Who is the new guy?
                              I see him turn around and look in my direction. Wait a second is that Lucas?!
He walks my way and everyone stares at me like I am their prey. 
                              "Hey Maya I didn't know you went to this school!" He laughs and I smile.
                              "Well you do now! Wait are you new?" I laugh and hug my notebook closer to me.
                              "Yeah..Haha," he scratches the back if my head.
                              "Well if you excuse me cowboy, but I need to get to class," I begin to walk away but he grabs my wrist gently.
                              "Argh," I cringe and Lucas lets go right away.
                              "Erm I am sorry about that," he laughs awkwardly.
                              "It is fine now what do you need cowboy?" I ask.
                              "Oh well I was going to see if you could help me get to my classes, ma'am," Lucas flashes his pearly whites at me again.
                              "Sure follow me," I roll my eyes and walk to class.
                              As we walk in everyone's attention turns toward Lucas and I. Sighing I sit down in my regular spot and he sits behind me. I smirk to myself, because he is going to regret sitting behind me.....
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The Lost Girl
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