A/N- Hey kiddo's, so here's a new story, because I cannot get a life. I should warn you, that the angst is real in this. Also, there are mentions of sex, nothing explicit, but still. Mentions of underage drinking, parental neglect, and the marijuana. So, enjoy the chapter, and if you want to, leave a review. Hope you enjoy!

"I don't like Lucas." She murmured, as a look of realisation came over her face. It only took her 4 years to figure it out.

"I don't like Lucas." She said a little louder, a rush of a cocktail of joy and confusion filled her body.

"I DON'T LIKE LUCAS!" She cried hopping up from where she sat on the fire escape, twirling around, ignoring the cries of anger from the old men in the building opposite hers.

"This is great! I figured it out! I liked him because Riley liked him, and because I was so influenced by Riley, I was too blind to the truth! Even after I changed back from imitating Riley, I was just lying to myself! Oh, this is amazing! The triangle is over! Riley will be with Lucas and I'll be… alone." She realised, sitting back down on the stairs.

"I'll be alone. Riley will have Lucas, and I'll have… no one." The other shoe had dropped. She'd been so excited that she had figured out her feelings, she hadn't realised what that would mean. It had happened to her before. Friends had gotten in relationships, but ended up cancelling plans, ignoring calls, and pulling away, so they could be with their partner. But that'll never happen with Riley, she told herself, we're best friends.

But for how long, said a darker voice in the back of her mind. She couldn't think about this. She just couldn't. So, she did what she did best… ran away. Turns out she truly was her father's daughter.

"Hey Maya!"

"Maya! There's the party girl!"

"Where you been girl?" She grinned, slightly buzzed, when she saw her friends. Running meant heading to Jersey. Heading to some of her old spots, ones she hadn't visited in a while. And this club was her favourite. It was easy to get in. Slip the bouncer a 20 and he looked the other way. Show the bartender a good enough fake ID, he didn't ask any questions, and served you drinks no matter your true age. It was sleazy, dirty, and her favourite type of place.

"Sorry guys, I've just been… figuring stuff out."

"Whatever girl! We're just glad you're back! Hey, teach this guy the Hart!" Her friend Candy cried, pushing a gorgeous guy towards her. He was around her age, and was dressed in black, with a leather jacket… just how she liked them.

"Maya Hart?!" He cried, voice difficult to hear over the loud, pumping music.

"Who's asking?"

"Ethan Granes. We went to middle school together!" She nodded, too buzzed to really care. She had already helped herself to the bar's extensive cheap liquor. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards her body. He looked at her shocked as she began to run her fingers down his body, all while swinging her hips. She circled him, a predatory look in her eyes before pulling his face closer to her own.

"Dance with me." His look of shock quickly turned into a look of lust. He nodded, and she turned, dancing with him in time to the music. They danced for a while, slowly getting hotter and hotter, and drinking more than was probably healthy. He pressed up against her back, and she grinded on him to the beat of the deafening music playing in the background. Finally, he leant forward, and gently kissed neck. She arched her back and moved her hair to the side to allow him more access. Her friends hollered in approval as she spun around and kissed him. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, or facing the fear of loneliness egging her on, but she stood on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear,

"Do you wanna get out of here?" She pulled back and bit her lip, nervous about what he would reply with. There was no need for her nerves though as he smirked, grabbed her hand, and sped towards the door. She laughed as she heard her friends shouting approval.

"Get it girl!"

"Have fun you two!"

"Remember to use a condom!"

She sent a sultry wink to the girls before laughing and following the boy out the door. They kissed even more once the exited the club, barely parting their lips for a second. Finally, he hailed a cab and they jumped in the back. He told the cabbie some random address, but Maya wasn't really listening and she didn't really care. All she knew was that she wanted this guy. And he wanted her. That was all she needed.

They stumbled into his apartment, kicking their shoes off, and tearing their shirts off one another.

"Won't your parents notice?"

"They're at a meeting outta town for the week. We've got the place to ourselves. Jump." He ordered as he lifted her onto the kitchen table. She began kissing him even harder, running her hands over his lean body. Suddenly, she pulled back, remembering something very important.

"Do you have a condom?"

"In the bedroom."

"Then why are we still in here gorgeous?" He grinned and picked her up, carrying her towards his bed, plopping her down on the mattress. She quickly pulled her shorts off, until she was just in her underwear and bra. Not for very much longer though, as he pulled them down her legs and she undid the clasp on her bra. He quickly kicked off his own pants and boxer briefs before he approached her.

"Condom." She breathed and he nodded, pulling one out from the side drawer, and hurrying to slip it on.

"Are you ready?" She paused. This would be her first time. She'd always imagined it to be perfect. With a nice guy, with perhaps, well, Josh.

"Maya?" She shook herself out of her daydream. She didn't want to turn back now. She was nervous, but she completely wanted this. She bit her lip and nodded. She was ready.

A/N- So there you have it. Also, everyone is eighteen and legal in this story. And by the way, if you're going to engage in sexual acts like my Maya does, don't risk it, wrap your biscuit! Also, side note. I orginally wrote this story at the beginning of season three, before Ski Lodge and all that jazz, so this story is a bit AU. Funny thing, I'm kinda of a Lucaya shipper, but oh well. Until next time, adios!