Description: He never really chooses, not out loud, not for her to hear, but she sees it in his actions, in his eyes. So she makes the decision for him, which in turn causes the high five massive destruction. Until she runs into someone that helps her through it. Except he's a hard-ass and it takes a while. MAYA/THOR slowburn.
A/N: Um. I have no excuse for this, I just watched girl meets highschool and have always had a thing for Luke Benward. Can you blame me? Plus hearing the confirmed rumors on Girl meets ski lodge, and without giving away spoilers, I'm not impressed with Lucas at the moment.
This is definitely different and I don't think anyone has done a Maya/Thor fanfic, hell I don't even know if anyone will read this for that exact reason but here I am! I've just hit a roadblock with The Butterfly Effect and Morphine and wanted to do something. So here's my something. Because after spraining my foot, a funeral, no wifi for a month and a new job, plus school, I had no time!
Sorry if you find it'll be a bit OOC.
Enjoy!
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He never really chooses, not out loud, not for her to hear, but she sees in his actions, in his eyes. She knows he would never choose (to spare their feelings) but despite having this knowledge, her heart is stupid and has this compulsive need to cling to irrational things.
But she sees it and she knows.
When the brunette with the shiny, bouncy hair turns in her direction with a bright smile after he kisses her and says "Now, do the same to Maya."
When she crawls through the bay window and he's already there and says "I was heading to yours right after, I swear."
She hates this, it's been too long. How did they even last like this until tenth grade? One of the three had to have common sense eventually.
The more he stalled, the more competitive they got, the more they craved his attention, his touch. It was turning them borderline sadistic and no boy was worth that much, she's learned enough from her mother to know when to throw in the towel and admit defeat.
And this. This right now, this is what tips her over the edge, what confirms what she already knows. She's in a triangle and she's still second best. Always will be standing next to Riley.
They've kissed, they've made out but never this far.
Stumbling back into the hall, she blinks numbing, the couple starring back in horror as the door starts to screech closed. She's paralyzed, raw, bitter, senseless, why is she still watching?
She had actually used the front door this time to show Topanga the A on her French exam. Practically skipping to Riley's room, she could almost see the brunettes eyes light up, rambling about framing it, making an extra copy to hang on the fridge. When she walked in, she wasn't met with gazing brown eyes, but sweaty bodies, heavy breathing, clashing together tangled in a sea of blankets.
The squeaking of the door rips into the deafening silence, agonizingly slow just as it clicks closed. And then she's standing there like an idiot and it's like as soon as they disappeared from her view, she could feel everything. Every crack in her heart, every vein pulsing, every twinge of pain starting to collect together until she's pressed back against the wall because she knows her knees are gonna buckle and if she drops, she's not getting back up.
Do not fucking cry, you're not allowed to. You're not doing this right now, put your fucking walls back up, you've perfected this skill, you can do it for three more minutes.
The door rips back open, she can hear it as she stares at the make-do painting on the wall opposite of her. A park bench, the sun, trees, birds, happy things.
The couple fall out of the room, Lucas is hastily throwing his shirt back on- she can see from the corner of her eye.
"Maya-" Her eyes screw shut. The tears can't form if there's no where for them to go. But the voice of her peaches is gone and the door closes softly this time and suddenly there's only one person towering over her.
"We were gonna tell you, you know that, Maya."
If she speaks, will her voice crack? God he even smells different. The head and shoulders shampoo mixed with mint that she imprinted in her brain was flushed away with a new strong odor. Sweat, arousal, betrayal.
Her eyes flutter back open, eyes darting back to the painting. "You weren't. You know you weren't." She mutters softly, because even when he's ripping her heart out, it was gentle and sweet and he made it seem like a proposal. It's why she stayed in this fuckery for so long. He could tell you he ran over your dog and you'd convince yourself it was because you left the door open for it to happen.
His awkward stance, shifting from one foot to the other was replaced with slummed shoulders, and fuck if she didn't yearn to see that hurt expression. She wanted them to hurt, to know they hurt her; to know how horrifying it is when you see something you don't wanna see and your body is in so much agony, you forget how to breath.
She's never wanted to see Riley hurt before and if stopping this will stop the crude thoughts about her best friend, she's willing to give it all up. To give him up.
He was never hers to begin with, she should have known that from the start.
Not that it's really her choice, she never had a choice. They tell you love is the meaning of life and that everyone needs it. That you could have the worst day of your life and you can think of that person and feel so much better.
If she's having a bad day, she has to make sure her best friend hasn't scheduled her reason for happiness that day.
"I never want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you, Maya. I really hope you understand that and honestly believe me. This wasn't easy for me at all. I spent countless sleepless nights going over this. I wanted to be sure that I didn't make the wrong decision, you know?"
That didn't answer her question and she can see Riley's pitiful eyes from the slit in the door, she has to leave.
Digging her nails into her palms, she takes a staggered breath, eyes flickering around the area. Anywhere except him. "I hav-gotta go."
Rushed, mumbled words fly at her back as she walks to the door.
When she feels the cold air hit her face, she can breathe. She can breathe but there's an uneasiness in her stomach and why didn't he come after her? Why doesn't he care? Why does no one care?
And then she's running and her wind swept hair is clinging to the tears on her face. Her feet are on fire, her chest is heavy, she doesn't know whether from running or the cracked pieces of her heart dancing around and how long has she been running?
She comes to a halt, almost tripping over the bumpy sidewalk when her stomach churns. Her vision blurs, her scant amount of balance sends her kneeling to the ground. The bile rises in her throat before she can swallow it back down, the projectile vomit splattering across the pavement.
It's too dark to see if she's thrown up the only thing she's eaten today and drops back on her ass. Running the back of her hand against her mouth, she hiccups before letting out a sigh.
It wasn't supposed to get this far, why did she let it get this far?
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A/N: This was dark, I'm sorry. Next chapter will be a lot better, obviously because Thor will be in it ^-^
If you like it so far, lemme know! And I'll try my best to get my ass into gear with my other unfinished shit, cheers!