Felt like writing Lucas Badasshole Friar. I kind of love that persona of him. This is a pretty different genre than anything I've ever written before, but I wanted to try my hand at something like this.
A/N: A couple things to expect: this is an AU. :3 A couple character circumstances and ages have been altered to fit the story, so don't be alarmed if there are some things that don't make sense. Everything will be revealed in due time :) (Two characters in here come from other shows ;P If you can guess what shows they are from, you get a cookie!)
Inspired by lucaya's "archer city, texas"! It's a really intriguing story :)
Rated M for Maya... Because let's face it. Maya's a badass.
WARNING: this story will be dirty and crude and perverted so expect lots of vulgarity. And it'll be loaded with every cliché in the book! :D
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own GMW or the characters, but shit... if I did... You guys better run... ヽ( ̄д ̄;)ノ=3=3=3
UPDATE O8.13.15: Credit for the title of the story goes to quorra laraex! Thank you for letting me use this!
To: "Honey"
From: "Peaches"
Subject: Re: how's texas peaches? (not how are the peaches in tx, but how is texas, peaches)
hey riley.
your subject is so you.
anyway, still missing life back in the Big Apple… i don't know what it is about this school, but there are a bunch of idiots here. haven't found anything or anyone interesting enough to associate with. *sigh* wish you were here.
i know you said i should reach out to people and try to make the best of this experience, but seriously? it's senior year. did my mom really think i would like it here on my last year? what the fuck is up with that?
anyway, sorry. i just want this school year to roll on by so I can get my damn diploma and come back to you for college. it's just ten months of school. if i keep chanting that, it'll make this year go by a hell of a lot faster.
hey, i sent you a present in the mail :) it was something i saw in a store here and just had to give it to you because it reminded me of you. i sent farkle one too. let me know when you get it.
as for him… honestly, no. i am not holding up well after the breakup. i'm still trying to figure out why he ended things, but i can't. he's your older brother riley. if there's anything you can find out, let me know. (as in, if he was two timing me with some girl at NYU you should let me know so i can come back and trash his dorm room).
but it still hurts.
and it hurts even more that you're not here with me to help me get over it. any chance you can come visit me this week so school isn't so terrible?
tell farks and the others i miss them and that i'll be back to visit you all in the winter.
love you always my honey,
peaches
(sent 7:38am 10/09)
Maya slammed her locker shut, letting out an annoyed sigh under her breath as students bustled by and brushed past her on their way to lunch. She glanced up at the clock nearby in annoyance.
Still three hours left of the school day.
Time was passing way too slowly.
It had already been one whole week since Maya had been subjected to attend this hell of a school and even after a week of being here, she still didn't like it. In fact, she hated it (although that had more to do with the fact that Riley wasn't here with her. Maya hated all schools by nature).
On her first day, she'd had a run in with the principal for wearing jeans with too many inappropriately placed holes in them (there had been one tear, one damn tear, near her crotch)."We're off to a bad start, Miss Hart' he'd said. She wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
She didn't want to be here.
But there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother was adamant that they start a new life in a new city, hoping they would find some happiness after the past rough years. And when the settlement from the divorce had finally been finalized and they'd gotten compensated pretty damn well, that was that. They'd packed up their bags and moved to Austin lickety split.
Maya was all for change and moving and maybe she might have handled this particular change more eloquently if it had been after high school. But it was her damn senior year; why did her mom have to make her leave now of all times? And on top of that, they had moved after a month had already passed of the semester. Her chances of finding and/or making any friends had already been squashed before they even arose.
Dragging her feet, Maya walked into the cafeteria, a loud, obnoxious mess of juvenile delinquents gossiping and chatting and making out at tables.
Disgusting.
She got in the line and got her lunch as everyone else did while trying to figure out where to eat now that they had removed the benches from the front of the school. She could try the bathroom, but even she didn't consider herself that desperate enough to sit on the toilet and eat lunch while someone shat out Monday's Mystery Meat in the stall beside her. Oh the horror…
She supposed she could sit by herself in one of the lesser occupied tables. Maybe if she kept her head down and blasted her music in her ears, no one would come to bug her or inquire about the blonde girl eating lunch by herself.
Maya looked around, trying to see if she could find a table that didn't look too bad. There were the obvious no's. The table with glamorous girls, done up in perfect makeup and looking like beauty pageant queens. A table with kids studying, glasses on their noses and calculators in their hands. A hazy table with students obviously smoking weed (did anyone even monitor lunch?!) The prospects were starting to look surprisingly bleak.
And then someone walked right up next to her with her own tray, smiling at Maya widely and excitedly, like she had just discovered gold.
"Blonde, short, and scowling. We need someone like you in our group."
Maya frowned, staring at the brunette in front of her with the shrewd, sparkling brown eyes and the pressed pink cardigan and kitten heels. She'd seen her around before. She seemed pretty chill for the most part. Popular with certain people, but not friends with everyone. Maya was pretty sure they were in the same history lecture.
"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Maya rose a brow.
"Missy Bradford. Journalism is my name, getting dirt and information is my game. I know everything about the school and everything about anyone. Come to me if you need any information… for a price." She jerked her head in the direction of a table nearby that was not too close to the middle (aka lame tables), but not too close to the walls (aka cool tables). There were two other girls seated there, chatting about something. By deductive reasoning, Maya figured the table was the normies. "Come sit with us new girl."
Missy didn't look particularly bitchy, if not a little too bright eyed than Maya was used to (with the exception of Riley), so Maya shrugged and followed her to the table. She vaguely wondered if this was one of those stupid girl meets popular girl situations and then finds out the popular girl is a bitch of epic proportions.
"Guys, you all have seen the new girl. Moved here last week."
Maya sat down slowly to a noncommittal grunt from a blonde and an enthusiastic wave from a brunette with curly hair.
"I love your paint splattered jeans. They're super retro. Are you an artist? I'm an artist too. Well, I'm not really an artist myself so much as an artiste, but I act." Brunette said with a smile. "I'm Camille by the way."
The other blonde girl at the table was picking her nails in boredom, looking like she'd rather be anywhere but there.
"Maya." Maya said. "Thanks. And yeah, I'm an artist."
"Are you from New York?" Missy asked, taking a dainty bite of her sandwich.
Maya rose a brow. "How'd you know?"
"You've got something of an accent. And I used to live in Manhattan when I was younger."
"That's cool, I guess." So she and Missy had something in common then.
"I knew we were kindred spirits the moment I saw you." Missy said enthusiastically, "We're soul sisters, you and I."
Maya frowned, but said nothing, eating her lunch quietly. Missy was a little strange. She kind of reminded her of Riley a bit.
"Missy," the other blonde girl finally said, looking up from her nails with pursed lips, "If you're going to invite someone over to our table, can you at least have the decency to ask us first in case we don't want them here?"
Maya looked up at the pinch faced girl.
"Wow, bitch much?"
She shrugged with one shoulder, like she honestly couldn't care less.
"Maya, don't worry about her." Missy said. "That's Lexi. She is the bitch. But she's really sweet once you get to know her."
She didn't seem sweet to Maya at all. In fact, she reminded her of one of those popular girls who thought they were all that and acted like they owned the school when nobody liked them. But it was interesting how she was sitting at this table (which seemed alright) as opposed to the table with the glamour girls who Lexi seemed like she would fit right in with.
Camille and Missy settled into some argument about some test or another in another class, and Maya went back to eating her lunch. So maybe this wasn't too bad. She thought she would never be able to meet people. Or at the very least, she hadn't made any enemies in this school. And Missy seemed pretty cool. Maybe a little jumpy (like some kind of damn squirrel) but she'd lived in New York City before, so that was already something they had in common. Maya smiled. Riley would be proud of her for trying to befriend people instead of scaring them away with her scowl.
And then a table of girls started squealing like nobody's business and guys were cheering and clapping, and Maya looked up from her lumpy, soggy mashed potatoes with a wince at the commotion. Camille looked excited, Lexi looked peeved, and Missy was rolling her eyes to the sky.
"What the hell?" Maya said, contemplating blocking her ears. "Why are they making so much noise?"
"Lucas is back."
Maya frowned, not understanding.
"Lucas Friar?" Missy said with a raised brow. "One part delinquent asshole, one part diligent school boy, two parts playboy, and all parts attractive motherfucker?"
"I don't know who the hell that is." Maya said, giving Missy a blank look at her ridiculous description of the guy. That didn't tell her shit.
Camille's eyes widened, "You've been here for a week, and you haven't heard of Lucas?"
"No."
Camille gasped dramatically, her hand coming to her mouth in shock.
"You've never heard of asshole, but unbelievably hot Lucas? King of the school? The most gorgeous guy you will ever lay eyes on?!"
"Okay calling bullshit…" Maya responded, rolling her eyes, "You're exaggerating."
Missy shook her head, "No. She's actually not. He's that guy that every guy wants to be and that guy that every girl wants to fuck, yada yada yada. I could go on, but you get the gist of it."
"I take it none of you girls are interested?"
"Oh no. Of course I want to fuck him. Have you seen his eyes? I'm not immune." Missy snorted, waving it off. "But I have my sights set on someone else right now so."
Maya rolled her eyes again. So he was the type of guy that girls would use to get themselves off. And the perfect guy in the eyes of the girls at school. There was always one of those at every school without fail.
You dated one too though…
Maya waved off the thought, her heart feeling that familiar pain when she thought of Josh.
"Well who's this guy everyone is fucked up over? I want to see what the big deal is."
Missy pointed a discreet finger in the direction of the table near the corner and near the glamour girls. And sure enough, Maya's eyes were drawn to the tanned guy seated in the eye of the storm, arm casually draped over a glamour girl's shoulder, his hand centimeters from brushing against her tit. She noticed his biceps first (she'd always been attracted to the arms on a guy), toned and peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves of his button down. She checked him out; the dangerous half-smirk, broad shoulders on the cusp of manhood, tousled hair framing a damn sexy face.
To sum him up in two words:
Fit and fuckable.
Very, very fuckable.
Good God…
They had not been exaggerating.
"…His sexual prowess is raved about, even by mothers at the grocery store!" Camille chattered excitedly. "He's the kind of guy who could definitely get you to cum multiple times just from looking at you! And he's intelligent to boot. Definitely going Ivy. They say it only takes one second for you to stare in his eyes before you fall in love. Two seconds, if you're a little resilient."
"Camille shut up!"
Maya, Missy and Lexi all gave Camille annoyed looks, and she quieted, laughing to herself.
"So?" Missy said with a small, secretive smile, "How did you enjoy your first look at our high school's Casanova?"
Maya turned back to Missy. "How come I've never seen him before if he's supposedly super noticeable?"
"Oh, that's because he was suspended last week."
"What did he do?"
"Got in a fight with someone in the parking lot." Missy said, "Some guy slashed one of his ex's tires—she slept with Lucas to get back at him for dumping her—and Lucas hunted him down after school and beat the crap out of him."
"It was so hot…" Camille sighed wistfully, her hands on her heart. "I wish a guy could do that for me."
Maya shook her head in disgust. "He's nothing special. I've seen hotter guys."
Well that got their attention.
All three of her lunch companions stopped their gossiping and looked at Maya in surprise. Even Lexi, who had been surfing the net on her phone, now set it down on the table and was watching Maya with something like intrigue (it was hard to tell. Her face was still pretty pinched up).
"You've seen better looking guys than Lucas Friar?" Camille near spazzed. "Look at him. He's sex on two legs! What I wouldn't give to just–"
"He's alright." Maya cut her off quickly, definitely not interested in knowing the rest of that statement. "Seems a little overrated. I bet girls exaggerate about his skills too."
"You think he's overrated?" Lexi finally asked, after nearly being silent all lunch. Her eyes were glinting in excitement or disgust, Maya couldn't really tell.
"I mean, it seems kind of obvious." Maya shrugged. "He looks like he's the type of guy who wouldn't last too long either. Probably only cares about his own pleasure."
Missy snorted. "I knew I would really like you, Maya."
Lexi laughed too, but it was a short bark of laughter and entirely derogatory. "You're just so full of yourself. You like to talk shit, but at the end of the day, you're probably just like every one of his Stans, pining after him and wishing he could take you to his bed because you're never going to get any."
"I've had sex before, thanks." Maya snapped, bristling at Lexi's caustic words. "And it was awesome sex at that. Forgive me for not being intrigued by the looks of some pretty boy delinquent asshole."
Camille's eyes widened. "You've had sex? Shit, what was it like? Who did you do it with? How many times? What's your favourite position? What's your record for maximum orgasms?"
Missy shot her a look. "Camille. Down girl."
Lexi rolled her eyes. "Hate to break it to you, Maya. But I don't believe you. You just don't seem like the type of girl who could ever get a guy interested in you like that. You say you've had sex, but do you even know how to seduce someone?"
Well that just pissed her off.
"You don't know shit about me." Maya growled, "Back in New York, lots of people wanted me."
Lexi scoffed, "And by those lots of people, I'm sure you mean the ones you said were supposedly better looking than Lucas right?"
"Lexi chill out a bit." Missy said, sipping her water nonchalantly, "You're on full bitch mode."
She ignored Missy. "When I say seduce, I'm not talking about someone wanting you just because you have looks or because they're horny and just want a quick fuck. I'm talking about seducing a challenging guy. Making someone who isn't interested see you in that way."
"I've seduced lots of guys before."
Lies.
"Oh?" A dainty brow rose.
"In fact, I could probably easily seduce Lucas too."
Shit. What the fuck did I just say…
The words slipped out of her mouth before she even realized they had come out, but by that point, it was too late anyway. The three girls were all watching her with interested looks, Lexi's smile growing particularly vengeful.
"You think you could easily seduce him?" Lexi set her chin on her hand. "He doesn't just screw anything with legs you know. He's pretty selective. And he tends to go for the more girly girls. I.e. not you and whatever rugged, leather artsy thing you've got going on here. Not to mention, he rarely sticks with the same girl longer than a few days."
"I could seduce him. Easily." Maya confirmed, sitting straighter and meeting Lexi's gaze head on. She wasn't intimidated by this bitch. "And he would come back for more."
"You're so sure that if you fucked him, he wouldn't toss you away like a used tissue?"
"Yeah. I am."
Lexi's brown eyes lit up mischievously.
"Alright then, Maya. I propose a bet."
Missy groaned. "Not this shit again. Enough. Stop trying to 'initiate' all the people I find to be in our group with these stupid bets. I actually want Maya to stay in our group, you know?"
"You up for it?" Lexi asked Maya, ignoring Missy once again.
"What's the bet?"
"You have to seduce Lucas Friar. And after you fuck him, you have to make him want to keep you and not treat you like all the other notches on his belt."
"Time limit?"
"I'll give you until the end of the semester."
Maya scoffed, "End of the semester? I can have him begging on his knees in a month."
Fuck shit!
Why the hell was she saying all this crap when it wasn't even anywhere near true?! Damn her and her competitive nature and challenging, hard-headed streak!
"Alright. You have exactly a month then." Lexi chuckled, "And if you fail, during a whole school assembly, you have to get up on stage and strip naked and say you fucked Janitor Harley."
"Lexi, that's vicious!" Camille looked appalled. "That's the most terrible punishment you've ever come up with."
"Shouldn't be a problem then, because I won't fail." Maya responded, glaring at Lexi with narrowed eyes. It was a bit of a gamble to agree to this, but dammit if she let this blonde bitch talk down to her like that.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Missy said, rolling her eyes. "This is a crazy bet."
"I want to." Maya said, eyes still trained on Lexi and her ever growing, acerbic grin.
Besides, Maya needed something interesting to do in this school. And hey, maybe she'd have some fun out of it.
"Glad you do." Lexi said.
"And if I win? What do I get?"
"You can have the brand new convertible my stepdad bought me."
Camille gasped dramatically, putting her hand to her forehead and pretending to faint like Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With The Wind.
"Lexi, you just bet your car." Missy said slowly, "Are you both nuts? Why the hell would you even make this bet in the first place?"
"It doesn't matter. She's not going to win."
"We'll see about that." Maya said, eyeing her indifferently, though there were alarms ringing in her head that she was approaching really dangerous territory.
Lexi smiled, not particularly friendly and reached her hand out across the table. "Well then. Bet on?"
Maya clasped it, shaking it and keeping her eyes on the other blonde.
"Bet on."
What the hell had she just gotten herself into?
