Pretend Maya's in grade 11 here. That's why she can drive.
This is loosely based on an episode of Gossip Girl. It's my favorite episode. Go check it out. It's the same title as this story.
Enjoy! I think this one will be a good one... you guys will like. I'm almost sure of it. Though they are out of character, but when are they not in my stories?
REVIEW... they make me happy.
Maya bit her lip as she drove down the road, the wind blowing her hair back as she drove her convertible at 70 miles an hour. The music played loudly, a small smile on her face as she kept going as fast as she could, feeling like she was on top of the world.
She knew she had to stop though and eventually did, at a nearby rest stop. She pulled in and got out, looking around, she found a pay phone—as her cell was dead—and dialed her father's familiar number.
"Hello?"
"H-hey dad it's me. Uhm, Maya?" She scratched the back of her head. She honestly wondered if he remembered who she was as he normally didn't.
"Oh yes… Maya. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Uhm listen so I was wondering if you want to meet for lunch?"
"Lunch? Shouldn't you be in school in Toronto? What are you doing in Ajax?"
"I am!" She responded quickly, hoping he didn't notice. Why don't we make that dinner? Mastreo's, 7:30 your usual table?"
"I don't think I can, I'm supposed to be getting on a plane to London—"
"Great! See you then!" Maya quickly hung up the phone and leaned against the post for a moment. She closed her eyes, and then opened them, going into her handbag, she pulled out the papers.
And there in big letters at the top said one word: expulsion.
The first thing she shouldn't have been surprised to see when she got to the restaurant, was that her father was as usual, on the phone. He was in a suit, looking every bit the successful businessman she knew he was.
She took a seat across from him, and let out a loud sigh. He looked up and then quickly hung up the phone, before addressing her.
"Can I help you? I'm waiting for my daughter."
She tried not let her mouth drop with that one. "I am your daughter. It's me, Maya."
"Oh!" She rolled her eyes at his terrible acting. "How are you? I'm so glad to see you!"
Right , dad, sure thing. She thought, but didn't dare address it.
"I'm fine, but look, there's something I want to talk to you about. Uh, the school I was going to—"
"You were expelled."
She blinked, "What? How did you know? Did mom tell you?"
He nodded, "afraid so."
She looked pissed off for a moment, before she realized something. "Wait, how did you even know that if you could hardly recognize me when I got here?"
"Maya, look. I haven't seen you since you left for boarding school 6 years ago. Your mother and I had a terrible divorce and she took you and your sister away from me. It's not my fault I couldn't recognize the woman you've become."
She tried not to look disgusted at that.
"I don't mean that in derogatory way so don't get any ideas." He told her, "I just mean that you look much differently than you did before."
Okay, she could understand that. Her braces were gone, and so were her annoying glasses. She also wore make-up more and actually styled her hair. Her wardrobe was a bit different as well, thanks to her friend, Liz at school. Even her attitude had changed.
"Fine." She finally said, "but just so you know—"
"Oh my goodness! Maya what on earth are you doing here?"
Crap. She thought, freezing in her place. now my mother's here. And she's way, way worse than dad could ever hope to be.
She looked up to see her mother, wave her hand in the air, her designer handbag on her arm, her sunglasses in her other hand. She had a scowl on her face that Maya always thought had been permanent.
"Mom! What are you doing here?" She demanded, trying not to sound too rude, though she really did want to come off that way regardless.
"I was just in a meeting! I had no idea you were going to be here!" She took a seat in between her and her father and looked up at the waiter. "Can I have a gin and tonic please? Hold the tonic." She then looked at her youngest daughter. "Why on earth are you here?"
'Because…" She said, turning to face her father. "I wanted to talk to dad about possibly living with him! Isn't that a great idea? Right… dad?"
"Maya… you were expelled from your school. I don't think that was intentional, so listen, I made a call. I explained the situation and they were more than willing to let you back in. You can go back Monaday."
"No! Dad! I wanted to be expelled! You can just solve everything with money and a phone call… that's not how it works."
"You know I can't take you in right now—"
"What are you talking about? You have a huge house! I could fit in perfectly."
"No. He's right." Her mother answered and Maya's head snapped towards her so fast, she was terrified she'd feel some sort of pain later on. "You can't live with him."
"But dad! I'm really easy. No requests, really. Well, only one. Just the room with the view of the tennis courts, but other than that, I'll stay out of your way. Please dad?" Her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded with him. Anything to not live with her mother or stay in that damn boarding school. "I'll do anything."
Her father looked like he was considering it for a moment, before he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but the answer is no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to catch a plane to London. Charge dinner to my tap, will you? Goodbye girls." And with that, he was gone.
"Sorry it didn't work out kid." Her mother said, taking a sip of her drink, but Maya just shook her head.
"Thanks for ruining everything, mother." She snapped, gathering her things, she quickly followed after her father. She soon caught up to him, "Dad, look." She said, trying to give it another shot. "My things are all packed, I'm ready to come in. I mean, I'm easier than Katie who abandoned us to go try and live her dream as a performer here. I will listen to all your rules. I swear. My dream and her dream are too completely and polar opposite things. And you know me, I refuse to ask for any help, I won't even ask for money. Just this one thing, please."
Her father shook his head, "I really have to be going now, Maya. I'll call you when I get back." He got in the car, rolled down the window and looked at her.
"I love you!" And with that, he sped away in his nice Porsche.
Maya just shook her head in disbelief as her mother walked up to her. "Come on, it's over. Let's go home."
She didn't want to admit defeat, but she knew she had to. So she just nodded her head, almost emotionlessly. "Yeah, okay." She swallowed hard and blinked back her tears. "I'll follow you back." And with that, she walked back to her car and got in. She watched her mother get in her car and drive past her at full speed while a tear slipped down her cheek. She angrily wiped it away and then sped out of the parking lot, in the opposite direction her mother had gone.
She wiped away her tears and turned up her music. Her mother and father weren't going to get to her.
She simply wouldn't allow it.
She took a deep breath and walked into the diner. It had a 50's vibe and was more or less a total dump. Not that she was judging it or anything. The bell above her dinged, signaling to everyone inside she'd walked in. She hated those things more than anything. Like really, what was the damn purpose of those?
She took a moment to completely survey the area, her eyes scanning the entire restaurant. When she didn't find who she was looking for, she looked straight ahead at a boy who was wiping the countertops down with a rag.
"Can I help you?" A busy waitress asked her as she basically ran to her next table, plates full of food in her hands. It had startled her, so she took a moment to recover, before following her and speaking to her, as creepy as that was.
"Uh yeah. I'm looking for Katie Matlin. I'm her sister, Maya. Is she in today?"
"Well, I got four extra tables today, so no." The waitress responded curtly.
"Wow, typical Katie. Flaking on her job when it certainly needs to be done." The waitress didn't answer her, instead just walked past her and to the back, presumably to get more food.
She sighed and turned, going over to the counter, she threw her bag on the seat, and sat down, her elbows holding up her hands, which were tangled in her hair. "Well, that was a fail." She said as she looked up at the boy she'd seen earlier, looking at her curiously.
"I don't see the resembance." He said and she looked at him confused.
"Excuse me?"
"You said your Katie's sister." He shrugged. "I don't see it."
"And why's that?"
He didn't answer her, instead he said something else, "I actually know where she is. There's a gig later, and chances are she's there."
She narrowed her eyes, "How should I believe you? How do I know this isn't a scam to ask me to get in your pants?"
"Trust me, it's not. A good friend of mine is dating her. So you in?"
"It is so a scam! That's like a double date!"
"Whatever you say." He held his hands up and backed off. "But if you want to find your sister—"
"Seriously, what makes you think I'm going to go on a date with a guy I just met five minutes ago? What kind of girl do you think I am?" She was getting angry and he could see that, though it just irritated him more than made him concerned.
"Do you want to find your sister or not?"
He had a point, damn him.
"Yes."
"Then you'll come with me."
"Fine."
"Fine." He mocked her, only earning a glare in return.
"Good."
"Good." He mocked her again and this time she stuck her tongue out. "How mature."
"Shut it." She mumbled.
"Hey, by the way…" He responded, holding his hand out. "I'm Cam."
She took it and looked up at him, "Maya."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah," She said, "You too." She then looked at her very fashionable, conservative clothes. It made her nearly shudder in disgust to think she'd just had a dinner with her parents in them. "I uh… don't think these clothes are gonna work if I'm going to some secret underground club or whatever."
"Don't worry." Cam smirked. "I got just the thing for you."
Too bad that actually did worry her. But she trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't lead her astray and hopefully to her sister.
It was starting to sound like a cheesy romance movie to her now.
But she just smiled at him anyway and responded confidently with, "Fine, Cheesy, lead the way."
That won't be the first time she calls him that, but it's a start.
