A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed chapter one. This is my first time writing these types of stories and actually posting them online so please give me feedback by posting a review! It would mean a lot. I've finished chapters 1-4, so I will be posting these all within very short intervals. As for the rest of the story, I'm going back to school soon, so I'll do my best keeping up with it. Still not sure how long I intend on making this. Anyways, this chapter is about "Holly Bradshaw" (A.K.A my made up, rich white girl name) and her trashy 18th birthday party. I really hate writing party scenes, but I hope you guys can *tolerate* this chapter. Things move kinda fast in these few chapters, so sorry about that, but the good stuff is yet to come :-)

Chapter Two

Maya's POV.

From: Lucas

Maya, I can't do this. Tell Riley I'm sorry.

✓ Read 8:17 p.m.

To: Lucas

You're seriously being ridiculous. You're telling me Lucas Friar is going to miss a party in fear of grinding with some girl he doesn't know? Big deal. Grow up Lucas. You got 10 minutes.

✓ Read 8:20 p.m.

From: Lucas

You seriously think "grinding" is stopping me from having a good time? I'm obviously interested in somebody else, and you can't take no for an answer. That's why I'm not going.

✓ Read 8:22 p.m.

I stopped my banter with Lucas after reading he had another love interest. Another love interest? His sexual life is about as dry as the Sahara. If a girl even said hello to him out of freewill, I would have known. I'm his Maya. He tells me everything.

To: Lucas

Since you're a bad liar and for some reason being obnoxiously stubborn about dating my hot, intelligent friend, Riley and I will be there in five minutes. Please, change out of your Star Wars pajamas and look somewhat presentable.

✓ Read 8:24 p.m.

Ten minutes or so later, I painfully dragged Riley through the streets of Miami in our stilettos, considering neither of our broke asses could afford a car. Not in this economy.

I banged on Lucas' door. After around fifteen seconds, I gave no courtesy, banged again and to my surprise Mrs. Friar opened.

"Mrs. Friar! What a delight to see you!" I said with a huge smile, embracing her at the doorway.

"Maya! Long time no see!"

Despite my obnoxious and overly rude banging, I was one of the most charming people on the upper west side of Miami. Everywhere I went, some old lady and her third cousin would greet me, exclaiming how we need to "catch up" soon. Although annoying, it clearly came with some advantages.

"Is Lucas here?" I asked.

Mrs. Friar turned her head, her short blonde curls bouncing over her shoulder.

Without thought, she obnoxiously hollered, "Lucas! Two pretty girls at the door here for you!"

Emerging from the dark oblivion of the Friar household was Lucas, dark bags smeared under his usual crystal blue eyes and his necktie tied poorly.

As he completely ignored his mother's requests of returning home by 12, he rolled his eyes as he shoved past me.

I scoffed.

"Your tie looks ridiculous, Friar."

As he sped ahead with his suit jacket thrown lazily over his shoulder, I, wearing 4 inch pumps, hastily followed. Snagging on his jacket, I was finally able to pull him back, but to no relief.

"Can you please leave me alone?" he snapped. I rolled my eyes in response.

"Listen if you weren't such a party-pooper, we wouldn't have to be dealing with this, yet here we are," I stopped and pulled him in by his necktie, "you're a mess, and Riley can't see you like this," I mumbled under my breath. He huffed, but from the corner of my eye I could tell it was hard for him to keep from smirking as my warm hands were touching his neck.

Fifteen minutes or so had passed, and I couldn't say I felt like my feet were doing alright, because they weren't. But upon turning around and seeing Riley and Lucas talking and giggling in each other's company, it made it all worthwhile. Lucas, still mildly pissed off, managed to put on a smile for Riley, and Riley looked ecstatic talking to him. It was like that puppy-dog-love-at-first-sight crap you see in movies.

Holly Bradshaw's party was your typical high school party- beer bottles galore, endless quantities of vodka stolen from her father's cabinet, and of course blaring music. Upon entering, Riley tripped over a broken beer bottle as we were greeted by the clearly buzzed Holly Bradshaw, who happily accepted gifts from all of her invites before allowing one inside.

"Enjoy", she would say, her words slurring and her eyes faintly opened as she piled gift boxes upon gift boxes on her lap.

It didn't take me much more than five minutes to get just as buzzed as Holly Bradshaw. Men in very sophisticated suits would approach Lucas, Riley, and I with platters filled with weird martini glasses, garnished with an olive. I didn't know what the hell it was, but it was good. And it sure as hell got me drunk.

10:47 p.m.

Lucas POV.

The shy, misspoken brunette with big, dorky reading glasses and a book always in her left hand turned out to be a real good time at parties. With a beer bottle in one hand and a vodka with cranberry in another, Riley Matthews stood on the punch table and danced the night away to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." As the entire party waved their hands in synchronization to the beat of the music, I stood in the back and watched as Maya took turns switching off on guys to make out with. I felt my stomach churn and had to look away.

"A disgrace, isn't it?" a voice sounded from behind, and stood against the wall next to me.

"Sorry?"

"Maya Hart. She's lovely, isn't she?"

I couldn't help but feel jealous and resist the urge to knock out this sarcastic ass, but I kept my composure.

"Not like this," I simply said, giving a chuckle in response.

"Farkle Minkus. Nice to meet you," he said, putting out his hand for me to shake. Meekly, I reciprocated, and sheepishly smiled.

"It's sad to see how she constantly disrespects herself," Farkle began, shaking his head in disappointment as she moved onto Douchebag #3, "she has so much potential."

I nodded.

"Tell me about it."

Farkle looked up at me as I bit my lip, watching as her lips mingled with his.

"You're still in love with her, aren't you?" he said suddenly.

Startled, I turned, and answered shakily, "Who said I liked her in the first place?"

He laughed.
"Ah, I know I've just met you and all, but let's be frank with each other, eh? Everyone knows you've always had a thing for her, except for her," I quickly avoided contact and bit my nail, "but my question is why? Why are you so head over heels for a girl who will barely pay you the decency of letting you not look like a total loser in the back at this party?"

I clenched my fists in anger, biting the inside of my lip as my face grew red.

"I'm just not the party type-"

"-And I heard you came with Riley Matthews, who seems like a total catch. I'm glad to see you're finally growing up, kiddo. It's a healthy change"

"I-"

"Well, it was nice talking to you. Hope everything works out for you two."

Farkle, the short, scrawny, yet undeniably reasonable boy had left then, leaving me standing yet again against the wall, with only my life to contemplate.

Maya's POV.

A few hours later, things got really blurry- like, really blurry.

This god awful ringing woke me on the Bradshaw bathroom floor, surrounded by beer bottles and upchuck from unidentified sources. I squinted my eyes, searching the floor for my cellphone and trying not to step in the vomit smeared across the cold tile floor. At last, I found the origin of my cruel, unwanted awakening, and answered with a groggy,
"Hello?"

That night, I experienced one of the most horrifying sounds of my life. Drunk Riley. She was one of the most snappy, conceded, megalomaniac bitches I've heard in my life.

"Hey Maya, hate to interrupt your partying and all, but Lucas and I are heading back to his place, so you're going to need another place to stay."

I couldn't tell if I was hallucinating considering the amount of Bud Light's fluctuating throughout my system or if I was actually hearing clearly. Ignoring the obvious factor of Lucas Friar actually allowing or liking Riley enough to let him sleep at his place, how the hell would he sneak that big-mouthed drunken fool three feet into his house without Mrs. Friar finding out? Whatever the case may be, it certainly wasn't my problem.

"That's… that's fine Rile-"

The line went dead.

10 January, 2016.

10:06 a.m.

Lucas' POV.

The morning after was always the hardest.

My head was pounding, I was nauseatingly dizzy, and I was extremely thirsty.

From the end of the hall, I heard my mother's heels click down the hardwood floor. I rolled over and looked at the clock. Almost 10:30- she was making her annual stop into my room to wish me a "well" day before leaving for work.

She lazily knocked on my door, and peeked her head in at me with a smile.

The smile quickly turned into nothing short of a gasp and look of disgust. A surge of anxiety ran down my spine as my eyes followed where she was looking, and remains from my awful night almost came up at that very moment.

Riley, her mascara severely smeared under her eyes, laid in my bed wearing nothing but her undergarments and knee stockings. She was completely knocked.

"Is that Maya?" my mother scolded, rushing to her assistance, "I knew this was destined to happen. Did you two use protection?"

"Mom!"

Suddenly, Riley's eyes faintly opened, and it didn't take her very long to realize where she was, or who was looking at her. She jumped back when noticing my mother's bugged eyes, and hastily covered herself with my sheet.

"I-I'm sorry, I need to go" Riley said, scrambling about the room for her dress.

"Riley, don't-"

My mother, with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, stood at the doorway as the hungover Riley struggled with squeezing back into her dress and finding her left stiletto.

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Riley," my snarky mother said to the brunette as she hurried out of my room.

After hearing the apartment door close, I sat up.

"Mom, what the hell?"

"Oh, you expect me to treat your drunken one night stand with hospitality and respect? What kind of mother do you think I am?"

"But if it was Maya it would be okay?"

"I've known Maya for years, Lucas. It's different."

"It's not different, Mom! I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of fawning over some girl who will never feel the same way about me! Wouldn't you give up too?"

My mother paused and pursed her lips.

"Not if I never tried in the first place."