Chapter 3: Games & Murals

hey guys, I'm really sorry for not updating, was so busy this week. But I promise that A lot of chapters will be coming your way.

Maya's Pov

As we were walking to the field, you could hear the crowd cheering FRIAR! FRIAR! FRIAR! I made riley carry all the paint while I was ranting about bailing.

"You can't just leave me and the guys to do the mural. This credit goes to the camping trip. If you don't come, I swear to god, Zay and Farkle are going to make me loose my mind. And Lucas, too, peaches. What are you gonna do about Lucas?

"Maya, I know what I'm gonna do about Lucas, I just need space from him, the question is what you're gonna do about Lucas."

"Can we just successfully get the paints from here to the bleachers?" I grumbled.

As she placed that paints down on the grass, I could see that Farkle and Zay already got started on the left side.

"I got a date, to attend, Maya. Good Luck with the mural. Will talk to you tomorrow ok? Sorry."

"Ugh, go for it."

I looked to my right and saw that the guys started doing the stars.

"Hey Maya, can you get started on your peice? I'm gonna chop off my hand if I need to draw another damn star on this wall." Zay shouted

I looked to the field and found that Lucas was getting a water break. Right. Next. To. Me.

"I didn't know Huckleberries played football. Hm. That's odd, instead of wearing your cowboy hat, I see a solid helmet." I tapped on his head gently.

In the corner of my eye I saw that Zay elbowed Farkle and pointed at us.

"No worries, fellas! I'm just examining Lucas getting water without tipping his hat and start square dancing!"

"Maya, can we talk?"

"No need to talk. Because Coach is screaming for you to "Get back out on the field?"

"But maybe after the game?"

"Sure."

He ran off to the field waving back at me.

"MAYA! Want me to write the description now? Or are we done?" The boys screamed

"YOU GUYS CAN GO, I got it. See you tomorrow?" I shouted

I got started on something that made me question my sanity as a 17 year old.

Why was I doing something for a guy? Let alone for Lucas? Crap.

I began to start and kept getting my jeans dirty. But kept on frowning, looking back at why I even started this. Why couldn't I just do the normal cliche, school mascot? the tought ran through my mind as I finished up.

I turned back and noticed that the game was practically over and saw that most of the people were gone. It was so dark outside with nothing but the lit moon shining and the way too bright lights lighting up the field. The score board shined: HOME- 28 GUESTS- 18

"Wow, look at little Hart, spreading her so-called-talent, all over the wall! You know Hart, just white, looked better than this shit. Why did you even bother trying?" Jess pouted.

"Look, Jess, Why don't you and your damn clique just go to the after-party? We both know that you never are actually here for the game, but just to find a new, clueless, boy-toy. So if you would go find that unfortunate guy, and just leave me at peace that would be great."

Lucas and a few of the football guys came out of the locker room, laughing about something.

"I actually think this would be better." Sh walked over to my paint, picked it up an dumped it over me and ran off with her stupid friends.

With the dark blue, dripping from my eyes I saw that Billy elbowed Lucas and pointed at me and started laughing. Lucas chuckled trying to make an effort to fit in.

Why did he have to chuckle? I thought he would be the good one, the one who would be differnet.

"That poor freak of an artist got rained on by paint. Aww." One of them said.

"When dorks like that actually like to paint, that's what happens boys." Another laughed.

"C'mon guys, leave her alone. Why don't you guys just go to the party without me, I'm worn out from the game" Lucas said.

As they walked off, he rushed over to me.

I was already wiping the paint off.

"Hey, Maya, are you ok? He handed me a towel."

"I don't need your stupid towel. I don't need your help."

"Maya."

"Maya what? Hm? Maya, I let people call you a freak, dump a jar of paint over you, and laughed?"

I stood up and looked him square in the eye and poked his chest.

"Leave me alone. You got that?"

He held my hands in his. "Maya-"

"Let go of me." I yanked my hands away from his.

"How could I be so stupid? To paint you a mural? To think that you would be differnt form everyone else? But you are just like everyone else, you hurt me like everyone else. Enjoy the mural." I said through tears.

I walked off, ignoring his voice calling after me.

OMG. OMG. this chapter is by far my favorite chapter (even though I only wrote 3, lol) I really hope that you like this? Sorry I kinda left you with a cliffhanger. WHAT WAS THE MURAL? HOW IS EVERYTHING GONNA BE IN THE MORNING? Those questions shall be answered in chpt. 4. I really really really hope you guys loved this as much as I did, I spend about 3 hours, writing, then rewiting, then writing again. :)

xoxo,

Katie:)