okay im ANSWERING something real quick but yall r so cute ! i love cute little reviews they make me happy. anyway! Guest: Ok I totally love this story already but can u already have Lucas know she's a girl like he figures it out but he wont snitch on her and keeps her secret and my answer is this: i cant do that! but dont yall worry, lucas is gonna find out much earlier than anybody else. this fanfic was based off another austin and ally fanfic ? which is kinda weird and the writing was Super Bad u know how it is but anyway im taking some ideas from that, some ideas of my own, and some ideas from she's the man. so it's not based entirely off of she's the man just the concept. but i'm taking stuff into my own direction and there will be some twists and turns. anyway!

enjoy this chapter XOXO. forgive me for grammar i did this last week and did a grammar check also last week but im too lazy to do another


Forgive her if she screamed, but once she was pushed into the room by her darker friend and the door slammed behind her head, things were doomed to go to hell. Lucas payed no mind to the smaller, five foot boy cowering in the corner of the room. She was completely appalled with the idea of dorming with some womanizer who liked his junk to fly everywhere. Maya wasn't a prude, no, but she wasn't worldly either, and this image was disturbing her mind. Good thing her taller best friend wasn't in her current position or Riley would be clawing out her eyeballs at this point.

The blonde quickly turned around and shielded her eyes with her hand. She wanted to bang her head on the door multiple times for letting Riley convince her to dress up as a boy and be in this big shit of a mess, but she had to save her anger and resentment for her best friend another day. She had to deal with the problem at hand: the problem being the most attractive guy in the school was totally and completely stark naked in the middle of her dorm room and she had no idea what to fucking do.

"Dude," she heard his deep voice say. Her knees nearly buckled and she wanted to slap herself on the upside of the head for even being attracted to him in the first place. He continued. "Dude, are you alright?" he asked her and she clenched her teeth, her head lying still on the hard wood. (Not his hard wood, the doors hard wood.)

"I'd be better," she responded, clenching her teeth ever so slightly and lowering her voice to the same tone she used around Zay, "if you.. you know, put on some pants."

And then she heard his laugh, kind of cruel and a know-it-all kind of laugh and she knew that if she turned around, there would be a shit eating grin in the place of where there was supposed to be a genuine, forgiving smile. Why did the universe hate her so much to the point where they had to dorm her with, probably, the most pathetic excuse in the school?

"You must be new here," he stated in a matter-o-fact tone as if he knew the secret to the universe. Her head was still plastered against her dorm room door and she refused to move to look to see if he had managed to put on any pants, and the likelihood of that being was zero percent. She really had to figure out how to get out of the situation she was in. She always had her manipulative ways to control men at her will previously, considering the size of her boobage, which mostly hypnotized men to the point where she got whatever she wanted.

But her boobs were being plastered with some bandages and she had no advantage anymore unless this so called star baseball player Lucas guy was gay. Which either of the questions she would have to ask to get the answer weren't exactly socially acceptable, so whatever.

So Maya sighed out a heavy breath and shook her head against the wood. "You noticed?" she responded sarcastically. If she would look behind her at this point, which she didn't, she would notice that Lucas had both eyebrows raised and he also had no pants on, again. Good god.

Lucas coughed out dramatically and shook his head, continuing his stretches as if he had never been interrupted by some short blonde male that really needed a growth spurt soon. "Right.. anyway," he drawled, reaching down to touch his toes. "You should know that at this time—check your watch will you?"

Maya internally groaned and lifted up her wrist from her hand to check the time. "It's five fifty nine," she stated. "PM."

"Well you're just in luck," he promised, standing up once to throw his shoulder over his head to stretch it. "My daily naked stretches have ended. Be careful around this dorm if you don't want to see my junk hanging out anymore, avoid here from five thirty to six," and just then did an alarm go off from Maya's right and Lucas reached over quickly to turn it off. "Hand me my pants, won't you?" he asked her and Maya thought she heard a slight southern twinge to his accent and she refrained herself from chuckling.

Maya held her left hand over her eyes and reached over to grab a pair on pants to throw his way. The pants knocked on Lucas' chest and fell to the ground and he chuckled, reaching over to pick them up and put them on to hide his junk. "You from Texas or something?" Maya asked the taller male without turning around.

"You know, Shorty, you can turn around now. All of my goods have been covered up."

Maya refrained herself from rolling her eyes and turned around to confirm if he was telling the truth, when he was, in fact, telling the truth. She knew she was still super fucked, though, because he had no shirt while his pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips and it took all of Maya's willpower to not look there. (And god, his chest was a whole 'nother story.)

"Are you really calling me Shorty?" she asked menacingly, crossing her arms and taking a defensive stance. "I mean, you're from Texas or something so you're probably just a stupid Huckleberry."

Lucas nodded for a moment with his eyebrows raised and shook his head, looking at her curiously. "Well, I mean, you're kind of a whole foot shorter than me so I automatically just assumed that you've lacked your growth spurt."

Maya clenched her jaw and balled her fists, refraining the scream that was bound to come. She really wanted to grab this punk's head and bang it repeatedly on a doorknob or something, but she would have to save that fantasy for another day. "Okay, so you are Texan?" she clarified, ignoring his crass marks towards her height. (Yeah, believe it or not she already knew she was short.)

"Why do you care, man?" he asked her, going to the other side of the room to pop in some gum. "You're one interesting little man, I think I've taken a liking to you."

"Are you Texan or not?!" she nearly yelled, her hands flailing everywhere.

"Damn, okay, Shorty, you've got quite a temper there, take a chill pill won't you?" he said in a joking manner. Maya knew that he was trying real hard to piss her off and she had no idea how he did it so well. She had known him for a period of three minutes and somehow, she wanted to murder him. Numerous amounts of times. Over and over again. (Along with other things, but she wasn't ready to disclose that information quite yet.) "And yes, dude, I'm totally from Texas. They've got some fine girls down there, you know? Nice tits and all that."

The blonde one had to close her mouth from screaming profanities his way. Were all boys this totally disturbing and crass? What he was saying, first of all, wasn't even that bad in the first place and for some odd reason, she wanted to rip every follicle out of his scalp and shove it up his ass. So, instead, Maya nodded her head slowly, unsure of how to respond. She would have to talk to Riley about what to say if she were ever going to fit in (she wasn't ever, she knew that but she desperately needed to be the slightest bit normal).

The door suddenly erupted in loud knocks and Maya jumped in surprise, turning around on her heel quickly to answer the door. "God only hopes that you're the only one in this school who does naked stretches in the middle of their dorm room."

"The whole baseball team does," he stated nonchalantly, going to his bed on the left side of the room, which was covered in various amounts of molding bananas. "Sure, they're more conservative than me about it, but I like the space, you know?" he said to her with a mischievous smile. "Plus, none of them have a body like mine, which only gives me the right to flaunt it whenever I can."

"Humble," she mumbled sarcastically, opening the door to reveal the butler whom had brought her bags up to her dorm room.

She could see the sweat beading on his forehead and she almost nearly chuckled. She needed a lot more than the average boy, she figured. She had to stuff her suitcase with bras and panties, along with tampons and pads and other female necessities that took up a big size area. "You pack... light," the butler noted sarcastically with a loud cough, giving the blonde an eye roll before Maya took the bags from him, dragging them across the floor all the way to the right side of the room where there was a made bed.

"What's your name, anyway?" Lucas asked her, picking up the baseball on his bedside table and lying on his comforter to play with it dramatically. "Gotta know the name of all the Shorty's in this school."

"Is your intention to scare off every single new prey in this school or is it just in your personality to be some self centered, crass, douche?" she asked him curiously, shoving her suitcases under her bed. She couldn't unpack in front of him or he would see all of her feminine deals and then he would get really curious and things would go downhill from there.

Lucas payed no mind to the angry blonde on the other side of the room, instead rolling his eyes. "Listen, dude, you're totally new, you know? Which is like chill, and stuff, I guess. But, whatever. But since you're new, us boys gotta give you a little leniency before we make a fool of you, you know? And I normally scare off the new people in this dorm, but you seem pretty chill, you know?"

Maya was acting the exact opposite of chill. "I don't like being called Shorty, you know."

Lucas shrugged, throwing the baseball up perfectly and catching it softly back in his hand. "I don't like being called Huckleberry, but we don't always get what we want."

"So are you some kind of hippy?"

Lucas laughed at that, letting the ball fall on his (rock hard, dammit) chest and rolling over to look at the short one on the right side of the room. "Listen, dude, you've got this all wrong. Zay probably told you about me, right? He was all right about that shit, you know how it is. Everyone aspires to be me, sometimes I just can't help it—you know? Like, it's sometimes hard being the perfect dude around here that everyone wants to be like. Everyone wants to be my friend, you feel?"

"What are you even getting at?" she interrogated him, sitting on her bed.

This time, Lucas stood up and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Maya had to keep her eyes trained on his eyes because his biceps were fucking gigantic. "Listen, if you're my roommate then we just gotta lie down a couple of rules," he stated with a soft shrug. "That being, one of the rules of this campus is to not bring in girls in your dorm. I obviously don't listen, but you seem like a rule following type dude." Maya's mouth hung open because he was real off about that one. "Anyway, be a bro and don't tell me out when I bring home a girl. We can get a little bit noisy but just buy some earmuffs to tune our shit out. Easy, dude."

This was one weird guy.

"Are you on drugs or something?"

"Dude, no!" Lucas exclaimed. "Well, not right now, at least. Sometimes I am, but you just gotta live with that weed stench sometimes." (She's done weed before but he didn't need to know that.) "Listen, if I do something illegal, don't tell me out on it. It's kind of the deal around here, I get away with what I want and no one finds out. We don't want to mess up the balance."

Maya had to hold herself back from banging her head repeatedly on her wall.

"Right, anyway, Shorty, what's your name?"

"It's Matthew, but I suppose I go by Matt," she stated.

Lucas scratched his head for a moment. "I like Shorty better," he prompted and if looks could kill he'd be ten feet under. "Anyway, I can tell that you're struggling with your masculinity and I can totally help you with—"

"Okay!" Maya screeched, standing up from her bed. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm struggling with my masculinity, thank you very much!" she yelped, her arms crossing her chest. "You know, you can kindly shut the fuck up right about now, in fact, that would be greatly appreciated."

The taller one tsked softly and shook his head, his arms still crossed in front of his chest. "As I said before," he stated, "you're new, so I'm gonna let this behavior of yours slide today. But after today, you really better start watching your back if you're going to keep this behavior up, Shorty. I'm kind of a big deal in this school and you might want to tone your temper down a bit."

Maya scoffed. "Yeah, okay Ranger Rick, like I'm totally going to listen to you."

"Ranger Rick?" he asked her curiously. "First Huckleberry, and now Ranger Rick? Where do you come up with these?"

"At least I'm being creative," she shot back. "I mean, what kind of shit nickname is Shorty? Who comes up with that shit, full offense."

Lucas rolled his eyes, uncrossing his arms from his chest and falling back down on his comforter. "Shorty rolls off the tongue better, you know?" he stated with a shrug, lying on his bed. "Anyway, dude, I'm gonna go to sleep now. I just came home from baseball practice and I'm not in a mood to deal with your temper tantrums," he promised drowsily, rubbing his eyes.

Maya's eyebrows raised and she poked at her wig, wanting to tear the shitty piece of material off desperately. "Okay, but Zay said that you'd help me with my schedule."

"Zay was bluffing, dude. He just didn't want to help you with your schedule, and neither am I," he yawned with a wave of his hand. "I'm sure that you'll figure it out." And with that, his heavy snores soon filled up their dorm room.

Maya had a few more problems than she thought she would have to encounter. There was always the problem of her insufferable roommate who never wore pants, her schedule no one wanted to help her with, her roommate who snored and she thought that California could hear at this point, that itchy ass wig that she wanted to shred, her uncomfortably squished boobs, and her apparent lack of masculinity that everyone seemed to notice. (Also, you can't forget that for some damned and fucked up reason, she was super attracted to her roommate in the I want to fuck you type of way, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to relieve the sexual desire because she was also pretty certain that she couldn't tell her roommate that she was female or she would be fucked in more than one way.)

Well, at least now she could unpack her belongings without his presence (he was still in the room but she was betting he was a deep sleeper). And where on earth was she going to hide her tampons?

She wasn't so sure anything good was going to come out of this, so instead, she decided to grab her phone from her back pocket and dial her best friends number quickly, poking at her head irritably. After three rings, she heard her best friend's voice screech through the other line and Maya had to physically stop herself from throwing her cellphone at the wall.

"So how's your school so far?" Riley interrogated with a quirky smile.

Maya made a grimace and let her body plop onto her uncomfortable comforter and she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Riley, honey, baby," she said sarcastically. "I fucking hate you. I'm so royally fucked here, you know? Like two people already have questioned me if I'm really male and my roommate is some insufferable little—"

"Okay, honey," Riley interrupted with a roll of her eyes. "Sure, things will be rough in the beginning but all you really gotta do is put in trust that you'll be okay. I know how this is going to work out, I can see it. You'll be fine and your secret will remain sacred and everything will work out, you hear? And who cares if people are questioning your masculinity? You know you're a boy and that's all that matters," she cooed.

Maya coughed dramatically, propping her feet up on her bedside table. "Um, but that's the problem Sweets, I'm not a boy and I know that."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," her friend yawned, falling back on her bad and accidentally mimicking her blonde friend's motion by propping her feet up on the car dashboard. "So tell me about your roommate! Can I talk to him? Is he here right now?"

"Keep your tone down Sweetheart, won't you?" Maya grumbled into the phone dramatically. "Yeah, let me tell you about my roommate. Okay, first things first, he's this insufferable little bastard—let me tell you. He's got this mindset, you know, where he thinks he's like this hot piece of shit or whatever and that he rules the school."

Riley thought for a moment, scratching her head. "Well.. is he a hot piece of shit?"

"Well, yeah!" Maya groaned, resting her hand on her forehead. "And it's kind of obnoxious, you know? Because like, I walk into my dorm room, this guy helps me and he's pretty chill, his name is Zay I think you'd like him but I digress. Anyway, so I walk into my dorm room," she muttered dramatically, "and there he is, my roommate so happens to be star baseball player of the school and he's just... stark naked! Like I get this fresh view of his goods and it's kind of disturbing, you know?"

"Was he big?" her friend asked and Maya has to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. Riley just certainly had to know everything, didn't she?

"Yeah, he was decent size," Maya shrugged, giving up on the wig and completely tearing it off her head. "Well, I haven't really seen bigger. But it's not like I'm a prude, you know? Like I've seen my fair share of dicks and whatnot but that was a total surprise, so his junk flying everywhere was totally not welcome."

Riley giggled and stretched her foot slightly. "Anyway, trust me, things will pan out in a good way for you. But just make sure you always have your wig on and whatever and make sure you hide your feminine toiletries and such, you get the deal."

Maya picked up the sheet of paper she had kept towed in her pants and looked at it, looking at all of her classes, and then looking over to the star baseball player on the left side of the room, proceeding to roll her eyes. "Look, Riles, I gotta go figure out my classes because apparently my roommate will be a deadbeat and is no help at all. I enjoyed talking to you, but that doesn't mean I still don't hate you."

"Yeah, whatever," Riley giggled. "Okay, bye Maya!" The line dropped and Maya turned to get her mess of a wig back on so she could figure out her classes.

(She really fucking hated this.)


listen, i know this has a weak beginning but we REALLY gotta establish the relationships before we can get into the story. so yall know that lucas is maya's Super Hot roommate and that could make things... interesting... in the future.. anyway. nice thought. okay yalls cute lil reviews were so Cute and i loved them and they keep me super motivated!

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