kinda based off she's the man. here's the gist: maya gets accepted into a school. actually, it's an all boys school so she has to go under the name matthew. yall get the gist. anyway this Could change to M... later... maybe

In all of her seventeen years of life, she wasn't so sure she had heard anything so utterly absurd. Sure, her best friend had a few screws knocked loose, that was common knowledge for anybody in the near vicinity of her. She was quite different, of course, which is what made her unique. But the words streaming out of her cherry lips were certainly ones that made her want to lock her best friend in a janitors closet and leave her there for a week.

Granted, she should have expected this. You could always be mistaken for her soft demeanor, she was sweet and kind in nature, of course. But she was also aggressive and cruel if anything came between her and her friends, that friend being her. And the thought of what she was suggesting was so odd, that it almost made her giggle—given that she doesn't giggle. So we can assume that it was pretty absurd.

Sure, the blonde wasn't exactly some scholarly hero to her student body. And the thought of her being accepted into some prestigious academy was already ridiculous in itself, granted the fact that you had to have high citizenship (which she lacked) and high grade point average (which she also lacked). They seemingly looked past all of her rough edges and went straight to the core, she was damn good at art.

And according to the schools website, that was just enough to get her accepted into some prestigious academy all the way across the other side of the state. Elizabeth Academy, or whatever you will. She most definitely preferred to call it Barf Academy for Utter Losers, but her best friend deemed the name much too inappropriate if she was going to accept her "destiny" there. Her best friend's words, not hers.

But her best friend had to push her into this school, just like she had pushed her into everything else. Given the common knowledge that she hated being pushed, but she also enjoyed letting her best friend be happy. (And there was always the problem: Elizabeth Academy was an all boys school.)

(How did they even accept her was a blank canvas to her. According to the admission form they had sent to her not-so-homely-abode, they thought her name was Matthew and had seen her art around and about and it was just going to get odd.)

But her best friend never gave up on anything, even for the fact that she had been accepted into an all boys school, not an all girls school or even a co-ed school, which apparently lacked funds all those years ago and shut down. (Also, why would they name an all boys school Elizabeth Academy—seemed kind of contradictory in itself.)

So yeah, she could hear her familiar best friend ramble on about the opportunities the school would give her and such. More like, "Oh, come on Maya! Who freaking cares if you have to act male for an entire year? I mean, it's just a school and this school will open your eyes up to new art techniques and such and it will be so great and—"

She wasn't so sure she had heard her best friend taken a breath in at least five minutes. But whatever, she was determined that she wasn't going to condone into peer pressure into dressing and acting like a male to get into some school for the entirety of her senior year at high school. Things were only doomed to go downhill and she wasn't going to be pressured. Nope, nada.

(She somehow knew that she was lying to herself.)

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Which was only proved true the week after Riley's little lack of breathing session when Maya was uncomfortably pulling at the bandage wrapped around her breast and poking at her hair that was sitting in a sweaty wig. Her stature and height was much too short for a male, but Riley seemed to push down her fears until they were standing at some huge school that had boys bustling around and about and Maya couldn't believe she had actually conformed to what her best friend was suggesting.

She was going to act and be a boy for the rest of her senior year.

Her best friend clasped her hands together in an excited matter and bumped her hips with hers (or his) and smiled. "See, this isn't so bad Maya," Riley hiccuped excitedly. "—or Matthew, if you will. Come on, it can't be that bad!"

Maya's lack of strength greatly prohibited the use of carrying her bags and she solemnly let them plop to the floor. Her arms crossed in front of her now flat chest and she turned to her best friend who was looking in the distance in an excited matter. "This is so extremely stupid. Let's just walk away while we have the chance and from there on out, nothing we did would have been illegal," the blonde whined, kicking her suitcase lightly.

"You are such a baby," Riley prompted with a mischievous smile, picking up her best friends dropped suitcases off of the ground. "The Maya I know and love would have loved this idea. Come on, it's basically one year. Things can't go that wrong."

And that's where she knew she was wrong. Things were not going to pan out, she figured. She was dressed as a boy when she certainly never wanted to be, she was going to be separated from her best friend for a year, the bandage around her boobs was starting to make her sweat, and this damned wig was really fucking itchy! She didn't really understand how she could be living under these conditions for a whole nine months, that is if she didn't have to stay over the summer like most of the students decided to do according to the website.

She was fucked.

But before she could mutter out a few obscene sayings to her best friend, she felt her back being pushed slightly to where she met a chocolate gaze and suddenly she felt her knees going weak. If this was her reaction to meeting any attractive male at this godforsaken school, then god only knows how long she would last.

Behind her, she could hear her best friend giggling to herself. "Bye Matthew!"

"So you're Matthew Hart, the new art arrival?" the male asked. He was tall, sure. He had dark skin and curly hair and his smile literally made her knees buckle. But she had to get a hold of herself or she wouldn't last a week. And it totally seemed that his uniform fit him much better than hers did.

She nodded her head and took out her hand for him to shake. When she saw his curious gaze, she quickly withdrew it and shook her head and sighed. This was going to be difficult. "That would be me," she confirmed, noticing her lack of deepness in her voice. She had to fix that. "I mean—" she coughed dramatically "—that would be me," she repeated, lowering her voice a few octaves to try to sell the deal that she was male.

She couldn't be figured out only one day in!

"Right..." he looked at her curiously. "I'm Zay, I'll be your guide for today. Just ask me anything, and I'm sure I have the answer. I'll be giving you a tour of the cafeteria, courtyard, library, and lead you up to your room. Your schedule should be here later today, and then your roommate should help you with that."

"Sounds good," she said, once more dropping her voice a few octaves to confirm her apparent masculinity. She finished the sentence off with a quick, "Bro."

His eyebrows raised curiously and he shook his head, walking away swiftly from the scene they were encountering. She had left her bags there for one of the butlers to take care of and basically ran behind him, her short legs were no match for his longer ones. "You're pretty short, you know," Zay stated nonchalantly, attempting to engage in small conversation.

"Thanks," Maya responded sarcastically, running at nearly full speed.

"Not in a bad way, of course," Zay rebounded quickly, giving the small girl an apologetic smile. (To him, he saw some awkward prepubescent boy that had yet to grow any facial hair.) "I'm sure you'll go through your growth spurt soon."

Maya was about to respond with a witty comment but remembered that she was supposed to be male. She had to get used to this.

"Right, anyway," Zay prompted, leading her through two white doors. "Right here is the cafeteria." Maya's eyes widened as she saw the menu, filled with things she couldn't even think of eating only a month ago. Granted, a month ago she never thought she was going to pretend to be male to enter into some prestigious boy school. But whatever, there's always surprises.

He proceeded to show her around the school, leading her through halls and classrooms for a quick and short tour. The courtyard was gigantic, actually having a tennis court and swimming pool in the back. They also had a swimming pool in the school for the winter, and then he led her to the library which held thousands upon thousands of books stacked on numerous amounts of bookshelves. This was one gigantic and prestigious school, and Maya wasn't so sure she belonged here. (Well, she knew that with the fact she was a girl.)

"Well, that's it," Zay concluded. "I'm sure that your roommate would be willing to help you with any other concerns you have. What's your dorm number, anyway?"

Maya fumbled with her keys for a second before searching all of her pockets until she found the slip of paper she was looking for. She squinted her eyes slightly so she could read the small writing. "Um, it says tower 4, hall C, room 12. So I guess that means I'm in 4C12."

The taller boy whistled softly and shook his head. "You're with Lucas," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, there's a reason why you were let in last moment. The last roommate of Lucas bailed the moment he tried living with him. He's kind of a disaster, you know?"

Well, Maya thought to herself, I'm not like every other boy. (Considering the fact that she was a girl but whatever.) "I mean, I'm sure he's not a problem," Maya shrugged, wanting to yank her hair out with the mess of the itchy wig she was in. "I can take him."

"Yeah, you'd like to wish," Zay muttered, shaking his head and leading her out of the library to take her to her dorm 4C12. "Dude's got some pretty serious problems. He's also kind of a big deal in this school, like the "it" dude or whatever. He kind of gets away with everything, you know, and brings home girls to do his shit with or whatever."

"Womanizer?" she asked.

Zay shrugged, proceeding to hit the elevator button to go up to hall C. Once the elevator opened, Maya followed him as he clicked the letter and waited for the doors to close. "You could say that. He's also kind of a slob." And then Zay laughed to himself. "But that's basically it, you know? He's my best bud too."

"You seem to speak highly of your best friend," Maya muttered sarcastically through her teeth.

Zay shook his head and smiled. "You wouldn't really get it, you see. When you meet him, you'll understand his problem. And his roommate before the last roommate realized he was gay because of Lucas and had to leave, also. He's got this kind of affect, you know? So you might want to be careful."

Maya scoffed. "So you saying I'm gay?"

"Well, no," Zay scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "I wasn't saying you're gay, which there's nothing wrong with being gay—by the way. Lucas is totally open minded to gay roommates, I mean. Like, he loves attention and he doesn't really care from what gender, you know? And I wasn't saying you're gay, I just think..."

He trailed off, refusing to finish his sentence. So Maya finished it for him. "You just think I'm more in touch with my feminine side than most guys?"

"Well, yeah!" Zay nodded his head securely. "That's what I was trying to say."

Maya felt her rage boil up for some reason, and she didn't even know why. Of course she was more in touch with her feminine side, considering the fact that she was most definitely a girl. But Zay didn't know that, and for some reason, that pissed her off. So, she felt her hand touch his chest and she felt his body plummet to the edge of the elevator.

"I may be small, but remember this," she glared at him angrily, her small hands clenching around the material of his shirt. "I'm strong and I will be able to deal with anything that comes my way."

Zay grimaced as the pain rippled through his chest and he softly shoved her hands off of him. "Okay, Matt. You need to chill a little. You're new, so I'm gonna let that slide with me today. But trust me, you don't want to make an enemy with me nor do you want to make an enemy with Lucas. It will only set you bad for life."

Maya rolled her eyes and stepped away from Zay. She knew she was getting herself into a bad situation, because when she was a girl, no one would ever intentionally hurt her. She really needed to set a good image if she didn't want to get into some trouble, otherwise, things would end badly. Suddenly, the elevator doors opened and Zay quickly made his way out, navigating through the halls until he found her dorm room.

"There we go," he gestured to the door he was standing in front of. "4C12. Fair warning though," Zay grimaced slightly as if he were recalling a bad memory. "He's also the star baseball player. Which brings us to this," Zay said dramatically, grabbing the keycard from the smaller one and swiping it once, waiting for the lights above the knob to turn green. Once it did, Zay opened the door swiftly and Maya's eyes thought they had seen hell and back. She totally wished she hadn't peeked after Zay opened the door.

There he was, apparent star baseball player standing in the middle of the room, his arms stretched over his head.

And he was totally naked.

okay i had to revise this whole thing. my first rough draft was too slow and i didnt like the way i wrote it. it had too much dialogue for my liking but Anyway. this is a REALLY fast paced first chapter but i needed to establish the story before i started actually writing what's happening.

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