Genre: AU: Romance/Angst
Rating: High T for the majority; Chapters that contain adult themed content will be given a higher rating in the beginning of the chapter.
Notes: **Riley may seem a little out of character for right now, but she'll even out in the later chapters. Angst will most likely happen in later chapters. This will later be up on , i'll provide a link for when it is available This does start off Rilucas but will eventually be Lucaya. Promise! This is also based off of a movie that I will not name only because I don't want the ending to be ruined if you care about spoilers. But know that the plot is not mine! If you can recognize the movie, you get a dozen Krispy Kreme Donuts :)


Lucas exhaled slowly, his breath leaving physical evidence that it was there in the cold night air. He blew into the palms of his hands before rubbing them together, trying to get warm. Up here, the only company he had was the sound of his heart beat ringing in his ears. Lucas took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to bring himself to a place of calmness. Slowly, he shuffled his feet, taking it only half an inch at a time. Suddenly he stopped and opened his eyes, looking straight ahead of him at complete darkness.

The sound of cars zooming by filled the night air, but they didn't reach his ears.


"Thanks for breakfast, Mom." Lucas stood up from the dining table, pushing his chair back against the wooden floor in the process. He picked up his plate as well as his mother's and brought them both to the sink. He ran the tap for just a few seconds, just enough to soak the dishes in water. From her place still at the table, Lucas' mom smiled as she watched her son, calling out to him as he reached for his keys on the kitchen counter. "Will you be home in time for supper today?" Lucas paused at the door to turn around and answer, "Probably not. Most likely going to hang out with Riles and everyone." Before Mrs. Friar could say anything else, Lucas was out the door, a gentle slam of the door resounding through the house.

The woman in her mid 40s rose from the table and made her way to the sink, deciding to finish cleaning up before heading off to work. As she scrubbed her crumbs off of the plates, she felt a smooch placed upon her cheek. She smiled fondly at her son, only a couple inches taller than her, and grabbed his hand on her shoulder in a loving maternal squeeze. "Sorry, mom. Forgot. Have a good day at work, love ya'!"

Lucas, again, was out the door and headed to his hand-me-down 1967 Chevrolet C/K pick up truck that he inherited from his grandfather. Before he got into the driver seat, he squatted down by the front tire to inspect it, pressing a thumb against the rubber to check the air pressure. Once he deemed that it was acceptable, he tossed his backpack into the bed of the truck and climbed into the driver's seat.

The drive was only about 3 minutes, Lucas could have easily walked to school, but he and the gang planned to head over to The Spot later in the evening. As he pulled up along the sidewalk across from the old stone-bricked high school, a tall and slim brunette ran up to the driver's side to greet him. Tall enough, she easily lifted her chin to reach Lucas' cheek, placing a very gentle kiss upon his tan skin. He returned the peck, turned the old truck's ignition off and, rolled up the driver's seat window. He hopped out of the car, slammed the door shut and reached an arm to wrap around the girl, the other hand reaching into the bed of the truck to fetch his backpack.

"Hey." Lucas laced his fingers with his girlfriend's over her shoulder and guided the both of them to the front doors of John Quincy Addams High School.

"Hi," Riley Matthews looked over at her boyfriend with a wide grin on her face. "You didn't get my text last night?" They continued to walk directly over to her locker, just at the end of the hallway.

Lucas leaned against some nearby lockers as he waited for Riley to place her unneeded texts and notebooks into her own, "No, sorry. I fell asleep. I was really tired when I got home from football practice. Coach has got me and a couple guys on the team practicing longer hours. I didn't even get to stop by the pet clinic." Riley shut her yellow painted locker and sighed, readjusting the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. "Well, that's okay. I'm glad that you're really working hard. Your mom told me that a Harvard scouter's visiting to look at some potential candidates for a scholarship. I'm sure the clinic will be fine without you for a couple of quarters." She placed a baby pink manicured hand on his chest reassuringly. Lucas gave a lopsided smile and nodded, pushing himself off of the lockers.

"I have journalism first period, so I'll see you in homeroom after your Calc class, right?" Riley started to walk backwards, clumsy as ever as she nearly tripped over her own shoelaces. Lucas couldn't help but smirk when she caught herself and looked around to see if anyone had seen her struggle. "Yeah. Your dad's our homeroom, right?"

As if on queue, a brown short-haired man somewhere in his 40s walked down the hallway. "That's Mr. Matthews to you, Friar." He paused to stand midway between his daughter and her boyfriend. Lucas nodded his head politely, grasping the adjustable straps of his backpack. "Yes, Mr. Matthews, Sir."

The bell rang, it's shrill noise resounding in the hallways. Like ants, students scrambled into their first class of the school year. Riley waited until her father went into his own classroom to run back up to Lucas and smash her lips against his. Lucas, taken by surprise, had his backpack straps still grasped in his hands. "I'll see you later, Charming!" She took a couple steps back and then turned on her heel. Lucas called to her retreating form, "Later, Princess."


Lucas was in Calculus class, hunched over his desk as his eyes were trained on the whiteboard at the front of class, his right hand frantically writing the notes displayed all the while keeping up with what the teacher was saying. To his right, a lankily built brown haired teen age boy was leaned back in his chair, taking notes in a much more calm fashion than Lucas. The boy paused in his writings, raising a brow as he looked to Lucas, "Dude, calm down. You know you could copy from my notes."

It was hard for Lucas to tear his eyes away from the whiteboard. Even as he turned his head, his vision lingered on the messy slanted handwriting on the dry-erase board, scribbling in his notebook even after he finally gave his attention to the other boy. "Yeah, I know Farkle. But I'm not going to have much time for that this semester. I have football practice, the games, helping out at the clinic, Riley…. Plus, it's better to just soak in all the information now, right?" Farkle raised a skeptical brow again at Lucas as the dirty blonde gave him a quick smile and went right back to work on his notes. "I guess you're right," Farkle sat up in his chair and resumed his own note taking. "I kind of forgot that different people have different ways of retaining information." Beside him, Lucas scoffed playfully, "Yeah, not everyone's a genius like you Farkle."

Lucas dropped his pencil when their teacher paused to shuffle through an arrangement of papers on his desk. He stretched his arms over his head, peering over at Farkle. "Wait, what are you doing in this class, I thought you took it last year?" Farkle nodded with a small smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I did. I'm TA for Mr. Morrison." Lucas turned at his waist, placing his his left elbow on his desk, the other on the back of his chair. "So what does he have you do?" Farkle sighed and reached down into his backpack, pulling out a stack of papers. "I make copies, I help grade papers, and I take notes for him in case anyone is out sick and misses the lecture."

Lucas' brow raised, a smug look upon his face, "So… What you're saying is that you're willing to help out your best friend, Lucas Friar, during his last year of high school? Thanks, bud!"

Farkle shot him a glare. "What happened to the Lucas that wanted to be self-dependent and do things on his own just a minute ago?"

Lucas gave a small chuckle and shook his head, going back to read over his notes. "I was kidding, Minkus. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

"Oh." Farkle's glare was soon replaced with a smile, proud of his friend.

"No, but really, you think you can help a guy out?"

Farkle rolled his eyes.


"I'll see you tomorrow, class." Lucas' calculus teacher stood by the door, seeing each of his students out. Lucas gave a very courteous nod on his way out while Farkle simply raised his hand as a goodbye, following Lucas through the door. Across their classroom stood Riley and another female, a darker brunette coming up to just under Riley's eyes. The shorter girl's eyes lit up when she saw Farkle pop out form behind the tall Lucas Friar. "Minkus!"

"Smackle," Farkle tossed an arm around Smackle's shoulders, pressing his lips to the side of his girlfriend's head, nose in her hair. "How was Journalism with Riley?" Smackle tilted her head, looking up at Farkle with a smile on her rosy painted lips. "It was fine. We have an assignment due by the end of the week, quite easy. Isn't that right, Riley?"

Riley gave Smackle a crooked smile that looked somewhere between an actual smile and a frown, her brows furrowed and scrunched up on her forehead. "Yeah.. Quite." Riley shook her head and chuckled, lacing her fingers with Lucas as they all headed down the hall towards the back of the building.

"Hi, daddy!" Riley skipped into her father's classroom, tugging her boyfriend behind her. Lucas, who seemed embarrassed and was trying to save face in front of his girlfriend's father, nodded his head and waved with his free hand to his homeroom teacher. "Mr. Matthews." Farkle gave a smile to the man and followed his two friends to the first couple of rows of desks in the front. Smackle stayed by the door, waving a goodbye to her friends.

Cory paused his conversation with a student to look over at the trio's direction. "Hi, sweetie. Minkus. Friar." He acknowledged the two boys, sending the latter a very stern look seeing the public display of affection with his daughter before him. As they sat and unlatched themselves from one another, he gave them an over the top smile and continued on with the conversation between him and a long blonde haired girl. "Anyway, how was your summer, Maya?" Maya looked up at her history teacher, holding her books down by her thigh as she shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, well you know. I'm still living." Cory gave a small chuckle as he turned around to erase his writings from the chalkboard. "Ha! Well, I'm real happy to hear that. I'm glad you were able to make it to class at least once this semester." Cory turned back around, looking at the very short girl with his brows raised, as if expecting her to give a witty retort back. Maya gave a bright smile, most likely oozing with sarcasm, as was her voice as she spoke, "I guess miracles can happen, huh Matthews?" She walked towards the door, meeting up with Smackle to go to their own homeroom together. "Who knows," she continued, her voice traveling as she walked out, "Maybe I'll actually graduate this year, too!"

The school bell rang once again, signaling the start of homeroom. Bodies rushed into the classroom's door as Cory waited with his wrist watch in front of him, counting until the very last second of the minute, "Four, three, two… one." He shut the door and spun on his heel, a huge grin upon his face, his fists in front of him in an excited clench. "Welcome back to school seniors! I'm Mr. Matthews," he walked in front of his desk and then sat on top of it, legs crossed at the ankles in front of him. "I'm sure I'll be seeing most of you in my history class. I'm also sure you guys are really excited to just get this last year over with, so let's just get through the last days of your high school career without me issuing out detentions, alright?" The class agreed with a couple of laughs and soon the morning announcements came on over the PA system.

"Daddy," Riley called out to Cory with her hands folded neatly on her desk. "I'll probably be home late tonight. We're all going to head out to the Spot after school." Cory stared at the group of friends. He wanted to scold and lecture them about going to such a place at night, but he knew that doing so would make him a hypocrite. His stare lingered on Lucas for a moment before he sighed loudly and nodded his head. "Alright. You guys be safe."

Riley blinked her eyes twice very slowly in disbelief. "Wait, really, dad?" Both Lucas and Farkle had the same looks on their faces.

Cory nodded and placed one hand on his daughter's shoulder, the other on Lucas'. "Yeah. It's your senior year. I trust you guys," Cory's grip on Lucas' shoulder tightened ever so slightly. "And I trust you guys to not do anything stupid. You hear me?" Lucas gulped, swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. "Yes sir."

"Thanks, dad. Don't wait up too late!" Riley tiled her head to the side, a smile upon her lips. Farkle and Lucas looked at each other, small chuckles escaping them. Riley was trying to act rebellious again, but everyone knew, including Riley—especially Riley—, that she'd be back before her own curfew that was set at 11:00. Cory gave a reassuring pat on his daughter's shoulder and began to walk towards his desk. "Oh, honey, I won't. Don't worry."

The bell rang a couple of minutes later. Cory was writing the next class' agenda on the blackboard while Riley, Lucas, and Farkle gathered their things to leave. Lucas had one arm around Riley's shoulders as the two of them followed Farkle out the door. Right as they exited the door, Cory called out to them, "Hey, kids!" They stopped and turned on their heels, finding that Cory had left his notes on the board to meet them where they stood. "Before I forget, maybe you guys can bring Maya with you tonight?"

Riley's brow raised, a little surprised that her dad had suggested such a thing. "Maya Hart?" She repeated. Cory pursed his lips and nodded his head. "You mean Maya-I-D-G-A-F-Hart?" Cory crossed his arms over his chest. "Riley," he began with a stern voice, "It's not nice to judge people." Riley mimicked her father, crossing her own arms. "Dad, I've tried so many times to talk to her. She doesn't want any of it. All she does is make some cruel joke, roll her eyes, and then walk away!" Lucas looked between his girlfriend and their teacher awkwardly. What was he supposed to do?

Farkle was the one to speak up, "All due respect sir, she's right. Maya isn't exactly the friendliest person in the school."

Cory nodded his head once more and sighed, "She can be tough, I know. But don't give up on her. Everyone needs some friends. It's your senior year of high school, guys." He repeated again for emphasis, "Enjoy it. And enjoy it with people you never thought you would."

Farkle, Riley, and Lucas looked between each other in that moment, as if trying to decide if it was a good idea. "Now go," Cory brought the attention back to himself. "The bell's gonna ring in three minutes and I doubt any of you want to be late to the Spot tonight because of detention."

The group of three turned away from their teacher and made their way down the hall. Lucas and Farkle walked Riley to her next class. "Look," Riley sighed, dropping her shoulders as if to admit defeat. "Everyone in school usually shows up to the Spot for the first week anyway. She'll probably be going, too. So we'll just ask her if she wants to come with us. But if this doesn't work, we tried, right?" The boys nodded their heads in agreement. "Great!" Riley leaned up and pressed another kiss on Lucas' cheek and gave Farkle a hug. "I'll see you guys later!"

Lucas made his way to the second floor of the school, rushing into the first door on the left to the chemistry lab. All eyes were on him as he bounded in through the door, panting to catch his breath just when the bell rang. "Name?" Lucas turned his head to his right towards the source of the voice. A blonde woman in her early thirties was looking over her list before she looked directly at Lucas as he closed the door behind him. "Uh.. Friar, ma'am. Lucas Friar." With a red inked pen, she marked him as present. "Well Friar Lucas, go ahead and take your seat."

"Yes Ma'am." Lucas shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and placed it on the empty stool beside him. He was about to grab his notebook form his backpack when the classroom door creaked open. Maya Hart, the girl from homeroom shuffled her feet towards the teacher's desk. She held out a white paper folded in two to which the woman grabbed with her red painted nails. The teacher scanned it and gave Maya a sort of smile. "Alright, Miss Hart. Why don't you go and take a seat next to Lucas over there." Maya whipped her head towards Lucas, blonde hair messily falling over her shoulder, "Thanks, Krueger."

Lucas watched as Maya neared him, the click-clack of her healed booties getting louder with each step she took towards him. He seemed wary as she looked down at the stool that was occupied by his bag. Her blue eyes met his with a raised brow. "You mind?" Lucas quickly grabbed his backpack and set it down on the ground. The teen age girl placed her own backpack on the tabletop in front of them and slid into the seat, tucking her black circle skirt underneath her.

He sat stiff, straight-backed. Every so often, his eyes would glance over to the small girl to his right. He examined her, as if she was a lion out in the wild. The teacher, Ms. Krueger he assumed, was rambling on about safety precautions that needed to be taken in the lab. He took another glance at Maya, but this time he was met with a girl who was very much aware that he was looking at her. She had a serious look on her, almost as if she were glaring at him. Soon, however, the straight-lined lips on her face twisted into a smirk. "Jeez, I know I'm super fun to look at and all, but could you not stare at me like that?"

Lucas' jaw slacked, his mouth slightly open. How long had she known he was stealing glances at her? She probably thought he was some creep. "Also," Maya brought him back from his thoughts, "You can relax, cowboy. Don't be so tense, I'm not gonna bite you." She raised her hand up, "Scout's honor." With the same hand, she turned it towards herself to examine her nails, "…Unless you're into that."

The dirty blonde haired boy quickly shook his head, slumping his posture as if to hide from someone, or just to keep low. "What!? No! I have a girlfri—"

She cut him off, rolling her eyes. "Okay, seriously, dude? Calm down. I'm just making fun of you, of course you have a girlfriend." Maya tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and placed her chin on top of her backpack on the table.

"Alright," Ms. Krueger's voice was louder now, calling the attention of everyone in the class. "I'll be handing out a sheet of paper with a list of supplies. These supplies should be tucked away in drawers and cabinets by your tables which will be your work stations as of tomorrow when I will be randomly pairing you off into groups." She walked around the stations, handing each table one sheet of paper. "For today, your job is to make sure you have all the appropriate supplies. You and your partner will be responsible for them. If a beaker breaks, you'll be owing the lab $8 dollars. Science isn't cheap, guys."

The classroom broke its silence as students scrambled to make sure that everything on the list was accounted for. Lucas looked over the list while Maya stayed slumped over the table. When he tore his eyes away from the paper, he found Maya focused on blowing a lock of blonde hair away from her face. Lucas cleared his throat, placing the sheet between the two of them. "Uh, I can look in the cabinets if you don't mind looking in the drawers." Maya looked him up and down before she sat up and shrugged her shoulders, taking the piece of paper into her own hands. "Sure thing, Stretch."

It took them about 4 minutes to locate everything that they needed to. Ms. Krueger seemed to be in her own thoughts at her desk, scribbling things down in a notebook of hers and every so often looking up at the students who were just chatting away. Between Lucas and Maya was an awkward silence. She was looking at the ends of her hair while he was just sitting there, trying to think of a way to break the silence.

"So, did you really know I have a girlfriend?" Lucas tried for that question.

Maya dropped the ends of her hair and turned her wait towards him, something akin to a smirk on her lips. "Yeah, but even if I didn't it would have been a no brainer. Smiley Riley, right?"

"Uh," Lucas stuttered, "Well, Riley Matthews, yeah. How'd you know?" He turned his whole body towards her on the stool, his hands gripping his seat.

"You mean other than the fact she's latched onto you basically twenty four seven?" Maya chuckled softly and shrugged her shoulders. "You guys were voted Junior Prom Queen and King last year."

"Oh," Lucas smiled a little, remembering that they were indeed the 'couple of the school'. "I'm actually kind of surprised, you didn't peg me as—"

"—As the type to go to prom?" Maya turned in her chair, resting her elbows on the table now. "Well, I'm not. Prom is just some stupid gathering for a bunch of hormonal teenagers that know nothing about dancing. If the punch doesn't get spiked, someone always sneaks booze in or people will bring their own flasks and hide them in their underwear. Prom Queen and King is just a popularity contest. But I do have friends that went." There was a small pause before she smiled over at him, her thick brows raised, "And before you say anything: Yes, I do have friends."

Lucas squinted his eyes at Maya, trying to figure out what she was about. "Well, what about Senior Ball, not going to that either?"

Maya rolled her eyes and shook her head, almost as if she were disgusted he would ask a question. "Please, you're killing me here!"

"But, its your last year of high school."

"Yeah, but Senior Ball is really the same thing. Except the girls wear floor length dresses, the boys have hotel room keys in their pockets, and everyone's even more horny."

Lucas rubbed the back of his head. He couldn't really argue with her. As much as all of what she was describing was the stereotypical TV Senior Prom scenario, it was for the most part true. "Well, it is senior year. It's the last year you get to spend with your friends from high school. Next year, we'll all be going to college. Think about it, we're seniors. It's our last year to be on top of everyone. We basically run this school, so we should live it up!"

Maya gave a playful smirk, trying to hide her laugh behind it. "Well, I do like being on top…"

Lucas shook his head, trying to ignore what she had said. "Look, all I'm saying is that you should have fun your last year. Everyone's going to the Spot later tonight. My friends and I are probably going to leave around 6:30 right after my football practice." He watched as Maya's expression twisted into a look of consideration. He continued on when she didn't say anything, "You can come with us if you want?"

Maya looked at him as she considered the offer, biting on her lower lip in thought. Right as she opened her mouth to say something, the bell rang. Startled, she nearly jumped out of her chair. Once she regained her composure, she looked back at Lucas who hadn't moved an inch, waiting for her response. "Alright, I'll check my schedule."

Lucas smiled brightly at her, grabbing his backpack from the floor and hopping out of his seat. "Great!"

Just as he was about to leave, Maya called out to him. "Hey, cowboy!"

Lucas turned around, pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Yeah, yeah." Maya grabbed her bag and took a couple steps towards him, holding her hand out. "Give me your phone." Lucas looked at her hand, a bit skeptical. "Relax, I won't steal it." She rolled her eyes and waved her open hand at him, still waiting for him to give her his phone. Lucas fished it out of his front pocket and placed it in her small hand. She swiped the bar to the right to unlock the phone and held it out to him so that he could input his passcode. Once he did, she put in her number, sent herself a text, and then saved her number into his phone. When he looked at the name she had saved herself under in his contacts, he looked at her as if she had grown a second head. "Maya H. AKA The Coolest Person You'll Ever Meet?" He read out loud.

"Yeah, it's kinda' long, but what can I say, it's true!" Maya grabbed her own phone from her back pocket when it vibrated to notify her of a new text. "Now I have your number and you have mine. I'll let you know if I can go tonight."

Lucas nodded his head slowly and placed his phone back into his pocket. "Okay, cool, but it's only fair that you save my number as "Lucas Friar, best person in the world."

"Keep dreaming!" Maya laughed and was already on her way out.

Lucas followed her just outside of the classroom door, cupping his hands over his mouth as he called out to remind her, "6:30 in front of the school!"

Without turning around, Maya continued walking down the hallway, raising her hand and giving him a thumbs up to let him know that she heard him.

Ending Notes: This story is going to follow Lucas around more than anything, though we will see things from Maya's end as well. I feel like there are a ton of fan fictions told in the perspective that favors Maya, so I figured I'd try my hand at this. Let me know what you guy thing. :)