Maya's Dilemma
By simsgal
Disclaimer: Oh my god I don't own Girl Meets World or anything mentioned such as music artists or brands. Only my just for plot OC's.
Rating: T. Language. Situations. Kissing. The such. Rating might go up.
CHAPTER ONE
My eyes slowly blink open, and I stare at my peeling ceiling. I really wish Marty would get that fixed; but the only thing he ever gets fixed is his alcohol craving. Groaning, I swing my legs over the bed and wiggle my toe nails, which are painted light turquoise and look pretty nice because Riley made me go to the spa with her. These nails were a little reminder that someone needed me. Riley needed me. But I probably needed her more.
Flashback
I groan as my brunette best friend drags my arm into a small room.
"Oh come one Maya! Just this one time! I want to look smooth and pampered for Lucas." I roll my eyes at that. My best friend was perky, perfect, and polite; she was already fine and I bet Lucas was head over heels in love with her. I bet he would square dance across the world just to make her smile. I chuckle at that to myself and then return to my situation. Riley was trying to convince me to get a facial and a mani-pedi and normal girl stuff, when personally the closest I ever had to this was getting boiling water spilled on me by my cousin when she was trying to make oatmeal. My leg had scalded so bad that I had to go to the hospital. I didn't fit in to this fru-fru place. Girls walk around in this place with green face masks and their hair wrapped in towels. Its pretty zen in here though, with cute little bamboo plants and a small waterfall, and a scent of incense I can't decipher. I suck my white teeth and glare at my best friend in all of her innocent glory. Her brown waves are cascading down her elbows and back, and she is in a floral print silk kimono-kardigan and white high waisted-three-button jeans, she wears navy blue booties to match her tank top under her kimono. She fit in here, all prissy and cute, meanwhile I wore a black hoodie with some grunge logo, red high waisted shorts with gold leggings and black boots. I also didn't brush my hair so my waves were day old. She squeezes my hand and gives me puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. But you owe me." I give in and she squeezes me tight, all I remember is having to be careful as we stripped down in the same room so she wouldn't see my scars (that were located on my upper thighs and a little bit of my stomach so they could stay under the Ri-dar/ Riley radar). She had always said she was jealous of my body and said she wished she was curvier like me.
"You're perfect Riles, just the way you are kid. Don't go wishing you were something not as good." I say quietly. I make sure I don't face her because I know she's turned around now. I quickly slip on the fancy silk robe (mine blue and hers purple) and then finally face her. She grabs my hand and holds it in hers.
"You apart of me is what makes me so perfect. Us." She says as I grin my Maya grin, but I'm sincere.
Later when we're laying on the little table thing, our hair in towels and our face covered in tight green mask stuff, she giggles.
"You look like a martian." She says as I struggle to give her an annoyed look, she truly was childish for a seventh grader, I mean overly childish.
"You are a martian." I snap back.
That was the past weekend. I took a shower last night so in my drawers I fish out red jeggings, and a navy and white pinstripe vest, and a white button up tank top. I grab yellow combat boots and undo my bun on top of my head so I have loose, beachy waves. I've only been to the beach once and that was when I was 10. I almost drowned because my mom was too consumed in looking "hot" for her boyfriend at the time, I think his name was Tim. He was creepy. I do my make-up; which is a bit of eyeliner, and some rose pink lip-stain, and I cover up the few blemishes on my face. I slip into the kitchen and grin because neither Katy Hart or Marty the annoying drunk stepfatherare awake. I grab a water from the fridge and an apple. I then yank my backpack off the couch as I hear a door slam.
"KATY WHERE THE HELL IS MY BREAKFAST?" I hear Marty shout. Wincing I get out the front door in time and take the stairs because its quicker, and I wouldn't have to spend any more time in my crappy apartment bulding. It wasn't in the worst side of town but Riley definitely lived somewhere better. Sighing, I begin to walk down to her buidling and plug in my iPod, one of the best things I own, besides maybe my clothes. I put on my Lana Del Rey playlist and drown out the sound of distant sirens and lower- middle class street ambiance. I bet Riley took a little extra time to get ready today; because recently she's been trying to impress Lucas. I told her she should just wear a cowboy hat and matching boots, and he would be pleased. Of course it didn't affect him. Nothing ever affects him; and that bugs the living hell outta me. I do the usual, which is ringing the buzzer and going up. Mrs. Mathews is serving up breakfast, which today is homeade pancakes and Auggie and Mr. Mathews are placing their pancakes over their faces and making monster noises, I see that they have eye and mouth hole cut outs. They enjoyed playing pancake monster but had no idea how it felt to live with a real, live one.
"Maya honey, breakfast." Riley's mom says as I smile; she sits the plate of pancakes and the jar of peanut butter down on the table- just how I like it. I sit on the bench and see Riley isn't here yet, probably putting the finishing touches on her outfit for today.
"So Maya, excited for the Revolutionary project?" I groan at Mr. Mathews, who is also my history teacher. "Of course you aren't." He knew me so well. I eat the delicious breakfast and smile as I hear the familiar faint clomping of Riley's shoes. I imitate a fanfare for her and turn to see her outfit of the day, a dark red skater skirt with matching suspenders, and a black and white striped scoop-neck shirt, with blue booties. Her hair is curly once again, and she does her Riley version model walk into the kitchen.
"Oh sweetie you look great!" I nod.
"Yeah your legs look awesome." I compliment.
"Yeah, I moisturized." She peeps excitedly. Her father drops his fork and shreiks.
"AND SHAVED!" NO MY LITTLE GIRL! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE MAMMOTH LEGS NO SHAVING UNTIL YOU'RE 52!" he groans as I giggle with Auggie. Riley huffs.
"But d-a-a-a-d". she whines in a similar style. He shakes his head.
"No, no! Sweatpants forever!" he retorts.
"Mom?"
"Corey." She sings.
"Fine."
"AUGGIE!" We all turn to look at him and Mrs. Mathews as usual sucks it all up and Riles grabs a pancake and puts it over her face.
"Pancake monster?" she reasons. Her dad picks up the pancake and they make monster noises. At this I wince and look away. I really miss my dad. Too bad he left for another family. Ha. Mrs. Mathews notices this and clears her throat.
"So what is planned for this weekend you guys?" she asks excitedly. I cock an eyebrow.
"It's Monday." She shrugs as Riley begins eating her breakfast. "Planning ahead is everything. Isn't there a party or something to go to?" she directs this more at me, since Riley didn't really get invited to parties (except nerd parties, haha); but I bring her along anyway. Actually, there was a party this weekend. But I knew because of the assignment Mr. Mathews would give we wouldn't be going.
"Nope. Assignment will take up most of the time, right Maya? No parties." He says as my brunette best friend rolls her eyes subtly. We finish up quickly and dart out the door.
"Thanks for breakfast!" I call behind me, I actually meant that. Mrs. Mathews' breakfast kept my stomach from aching all day.
"Anytime, now get to school!" We all nod (me, Riley, and her father). Well, here we go.
In the halls at my locker, smirk as Riley stares at Lucas like she usually does. After staring for a good few minutes, she exhales and then walks up to him, I lean back on the cold metal so I can watch them interact. Lucas was tall, argueably handsome and Riley's dream guy. Trust me; I've read her diary. He was also the main victim of my ridicule, yet it never got to him. They're in a passionate conversation and I turn to get my books out, remembering the day he got here and how I had a homework revolution. That was really stupid of me; especially since I was supposed to be a role model for Riley. She wanted to be me so bad. I had no idea why, Riley would hate being in my shoes. She had no idea this sarcastic, cold, cruel and chill exterior was protecting a weaker Maya on the inside. I'm glad she was fine with being her quirky self now. I get a tap on my shoulder.
"Farkle." I say, as I look down a bit to reach his height. Farkle was weird but we were good friends—don't know why.
"Maybe for the project we'll get paired together, then you'll come over to my house; and my eyes will draw you in and we'll fall in love." He says quickly as I pop my gum.
"No." is all I say before slamming my locker shut and crushing his Farkle dreams. Don't get me wrong, I cared about him but not in that way. Riley skips up next to me and we both walk through the door to her dad's class, and sit in the first two seats like we always do. Lucas and Farkle come in, and next the nerds do, and then Missy (who glares daggers at me, so I discreetly give her the rudest of all fingers) and lastly the usual late crowd. Mr. Mathews smiles at all of us and claps his hands together, then begins the lecture that I'm somewhat paying attention to, but make it look like I couldn't care less. I slouch way down in my seet and blow out some air.
"Pass up the weekend assignment on the conditions of war please." Didn't do it. I reach back and I'm face to face with Lucas, who smiles at me. He hands me the stack of papers, and I wonder if I could erase one of the names on the top and put my own quickly. Instead I grin at him, and my eyes gaze his paper.
"Wow, you actually had time to do your homework after all the cow milking and hay—bailing?" I tease smartly as he just bites his lip and chuckles.
"Oh Maya, just admit that you find me irresistable." He says in his accent. I scrunch my face up as Riley makes a small squeaking noise.
"No." I say, twice in less than ten minutes. I turn to face the front and hand my teacher, who was also my best friend's dad, the stack.
"Hmm." He says. Oh great, he was going to do a name call out. "Jimmy, Joey, Zeke, Lucas." He says flipping through the papers. He looks right at me. Great. "Maya?" he asks expectantly.
"My dog ate it." I lie, earning a laugh. Okay, I know that was cheap but whatever. What was I supposed to say? That I was actually locked out of my house and had to go to the 24 Mart and sit behind the counter while my friend Zina worked on the register? I didn't do it Saturday because I was at the spa with Riles, and I didn't do it Sunday because well, I didn't feel like it.
"Maya you better start taking school more seriously. Unless you want to see me this summer." I grin at this.
"I already see you during the summer. Like everyday." I smart back as he opens his mouth to reply but can't so he shuts it and collects the rest of the work, and then goes back to his desk. I decide to just look at the door, and remember all the times I walked through it, and when Riley did, and the time my mom (god why, Riley) did. Right was I'm getting into a comfortable stare, it opens, and in walks a boy.
A cute boy.
He has dark brown hair that falls in his eyes messily and lighter brown eyes, and better he has on a Ramones Hoodie and khakis, with Vans and below knee length-socks. His eyes meet mine briefly and I look away, anywhere else but him, hell I even look at Farkle. Mr. Mathews stops instruction and turns to him.
"Oh, I guess you're the new student. Adam?" the boy—Adam nods.
"Yeah. Uh, where do I sit?" his voice is kind of deep and I like that. Missy gives a look that could turn the person in front of her to stone and they scurry up and move to the back. What a witch.
"Right here! You can sit right here, Adam." She says trying to sould sultry. I almost gag, and Missy seems to notice that the whole time he walks to the seat she cleared his eyes are on mine. I try to look bored and annoyed, but I'm not sure if it's working. The teacher begins teaching again, and Riley turns to face me, a smile on her face that's too familiar. Oh great. She squeals.
"You guys made I contact—I saw you make eye contact!" she says excitedly.
"And?"
"Eye. Contact. You totally think he's cute." She whispers so he won't hear. I kiss my teeth.
"No, actually I don't." I correct her. Maya Hart doesn't like anyone. I only had feelings for Riley, and those were sister feelings, and her family (as family feelings). No lovey-dovey romance crap that always got you hurt in the end.
"You're right. You don't like anyone." See. She pipes down and we continue to pay attention. Everytime she peeks at me from the corner of her eye and gives me a cheesy grin I just fake smile at her as I rest my head on my hand. But I know Riley too well—there was no way she was done trying to interfere. It was like a hobby for her.
After a boring thirty minutes later the bell rings, and we have another class that I don't really care about next.
"Don't forget about your Revolution Projects due in two weeks! They count for a lot. Check for your partners on the board before you leave." The class groans at this, because having assigned partners sucks. I gather my stuff and so does Riley, except she has hers in this pink, navy blue girly tote and I hold mine in my arms.
I glance at the list when we pass by and so does Riley, and I see her shoulders slump; all of our names (Me, Farkle, Lucas, Riley) were at the bottom.
Riley- Missy
Farkle- Jasmine
Zeke- Joey
Maya- Lucas.
Oh great. As Lucas makes his way past me he gives a knowing smile and I return the gesture, but with a sneer instead. I glance back and regret it.
Adam is staring right at me.