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[finished this chapter. chapter 5 coming today.]
Why is she looking at me like that? Oh no... it's the flowers isn't it? It's too much. Shit, I told my mom they would be a bad idea!
She probably thinks I'm a total douchebag now. Okay, think Lucas. What can you do to help yourself out of this mess? Should I lie? Yeah, maybe I should. A little lie won't hurt anyone. Right?
'Hi! You ready? These flowers aren't for you, by the way. My grandma is sick and I wanted to give them to her on our way to the bar, if you don't mind.'
Maya checks her phone. 'Oh my god.'
'What?' I say nervously. Did she forget we were having drinks tonight? No, that wouldn't explain the fancy dress she's wearing. Did I get the time wrong? I never get the time wrong. Why is she looking so confused?
'I thought you'd be here in an hour,' she says eventually, 'I totally messed up the time. I'm so sorry!'
I hear another voice coming from a room in the back of the apartment and see a tall, brunette tumbling out of it in some Pink Panther pajamas. She's holding a large Grey Goose bottle in her hand and from the looks of it she already drank a lot of it.
'Izzit pizza or what?' she mumbels.
When we make eye contact she stops where she stands and squints her eyes. 'No pizza, but still looking yummy.'
I look back at Maya who's openly blushing at this point. 'That's my roommate, Riley. You'll have to excuse her for acting this way.' She stepped closer to me and continued in a whisper. 'She's drunk.'
I take a step back. By the smell of it Maya is drunk too. I knew this would be a disaster. I can't believe I confinced myself to have a drink with this crazy chick. She's clearly not stable enough.
'I'm not drunk,' her friend Riley exclaims after taking a sip from the bottle. 'I'm a little... tipsy.' She's literally wobbling on her legs.
'Maybe we should do this another time,' I say.
Before I can leave Maya quickly grabs my arm and pulls me back. When she sees my shocked face she immediately lets go of me.
'I'm sorry. Just don't go. Come in for a second. I only have to apply my make up and then we can go.'
I hadn't even noticed she wasn't wearing make-up and frankly I think it would only ruin her pretty face if she'd wear some.
I step into her appartment and she closes the door behind me. I guess there's no going back now.
'Pretty flowers,' Riley says looking admiringly at the bouquet in my hand.
'Thank you,' I say. 'Is it okay if I leave them on the counter?' I point at the steel counter in their kitchen.
'Sure,' Maya says. 'Just make yourself at home and I'll be back in a minute.'
She disappears into the bathroom and locks it behind her. I awkwardly put my hands in my pockets and look at Riley who seems to be examinating me as she's continiously looking me up and down.
'You really are beautiful,' she says in a whisper.
I couldn't hold back a blush. I was used to girls giving me compliments and admiring my looks but somehow hearing it from this girl made my body set on fire. Maybe it was because of the way she looked. Dark brown hair, beautiful round face, the most amazing big brown eyes, a cute little smile that showed her dimples and she was tall, not too tall, but tall enough to constantly see her face instead of the top of her head like I had with Maya if she didn't look up at me. Exactly how I'd describe my dream girl.
'You're pretty pretty too,' I say and I immediately regret it. Did that really just come out of my mouth? Pretty pretty? What's the matter with you Lucas.
'You wanna sip?' Riley swings the bottle in front of me.
'No, thank you. I don't drink.'
'Don't tell Maya that.'
'What do you mean?' I raise an eyebrow.
'She loves getting guys drunk before she screws them.' Riley spins around and plops down on the couch.
What's that supposed to mean? Getting guys drunk? Why would she do that? Is she really that desperate?
'Come sit,' Riley says gesturing me to sit down next to her. I walk over to her and sit down on the egde of the couch. She looks disappointed.
'You don't wanna sit next to me?' she says pouting.
'Why does she do that?' I ask, ignoring Riley's question completely.
Riley shrugs. 'I wouldn't know, she never tells me.' She moves closer to me. 'You know, you really are dangerously handsome. How did you do that?'
I feel my heart beating faster the closer she moves to me and swallow thickly. 'I - uh - I don't know. I guess I just--' she's nearly an inch away from me now, her hand moving towards my arm. What is she gonna do? Wait, is she about to...
'Please don't touch me,' I say quickly.
She stops her movement and looks at me surprisingly. 'Excuse me? I just wanted to feel your arms, you jerk. I'm not sick or anything.'
'I know... I just don't like--'
'Jesus, you're acting like I'm some germ monster! I wash my hands frequently, alright? I. Am. Clean. As. Fuck.'
Riley looks at me angrily while she takes another big sip from her bottle.
'Why are boys always such assholes? You're just like my boyfriend, or soon to be ex-boyfriend, Charlie. He's a pig. A pig I tell ya. He thinks it's okay to hang out with another girl after one fucking fight. Ugh, I could just kill him sometimes if it weren't for his beautiful hair.'
Riley was so busy rattling about her boyfriend that she hadn't notice me getting up and sneaking towards the front door. My only way to escape from this nuthouse. I need to keep reminding myself that I should never try to go out with a girl again. It just doesn't work for me.
'I'm ready!' Maya screams as she walks into the livingroom, adding a loud 'HEY!' when she sees me trying to sneak out. I turn around awkwardly and smile at her. Riley finally noticed I was gone too and looked over her shoulder with an offended and surprised look on her face.
'I wanted to... I just wanted to start the car and turn on the heater.'
Maya raises an eyebrow. 'It's thirty degrees outside and you're sitting next to me. I don't think we need a heater.'
Maya grabs her black leather purse and throws it around her shoulder before she walks over to me and opens the door. 'Let's go.'
