Granted, Maya should have expected this with the mess she was already in. Accepting the scholarship to the prestigious school was the first problem, something she should have never done. But with Riley's puppy dog eyes and the wonderful opportunities being presented to her, it was nearly impossible not to. Then, being roomed with Lucas was the second problem.
She figured that if she had gotten roomed with anybody else, she wouldn't be in this mess. Roommates were supposed to leave each other alone and let them hang out with their friends, not force them to become friends and take them to nightclubs. But clearly the universe hated her in more ways than one.
After her last class of the day, she scratched her head on her wig where it itched like horseshit. She fucking hated her damned wig. It was the only one her and her best friend Riley found before the deadline was up to go to the school, and she hadn't tried it on before. Plus, the boob bandages were nearly cutting off her circulation and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
She knew Lucas' schedule fairly well, only due to the fact of Lucas' narcissistic personality in which he would tell her everything about his life - not leaving anytime for her to intervene. After his last class, he had baseball practice right after school (and according to him he was the star baseball player) for a few hours and then he would go to his dorm and take a shower, which left the naked stretches right after (she wasn't too excited about that part).
He had told her during lunch that they would be going to the nightclub an hour after his naked stretches were completed. The general party was an odd one. It was Lucas, star baseball player and most popular guy in the school along with his best friend Zay, the general rebel kid that liked to get in trouble. Along with them was Charlie Gardner, some romantic guy that fell in love way too easily and listened to romantic sonnets all day. Farkle Minkus, who was also another one of his best friends, he was some scholarly hero or whatever - the smartest person probably in New York. According to Lucas (who never stopped talking, for that matter), he was probably going to rule the world one day. And of course, the new, short, small blonde that had too much anger for her (or his) own good.
So, granted, the look of the group was an odd one. Lucas was definitely the ladies girl out of all of them, then following Charlie with his romantic sappiness. Follow Zay, because he had this aura around him that attracted girls. Apparently, Farkle wasn't much of a ladies man more of a... mans man. Or so to speak, he was gay.
So there they were; a star athlete, a rebel, a romantic sap, an academic hero, and a small angry girl pretending to be a boy at the party. She felt like she was in her own version of the Breakfast Club.
There was also the ever presenting problem: Maya didn't have any nightclub clothes. Sure, she she did as a girl - but what were boys even supposed to wear when they went to nightclubs? She didn't know much of it, she had been to her fair share of nightclubs back at John Quincy Adams High, but she was much too drunk to remember anything about what the boys looked like. She would totally have to contact Riley about this, or she would:
A. be exposed
B. get laughed at by Lucas
C. not being believed in her own masculinity
and all of those options were bad.
She knew that Lucas would be at his baseball practice so she figured she could let her boobs be free for a moment or two and she took off her damned wig, taking out her phone from her bookbag and dialing up her best friend. After the third ring, the energetic brunette picked it up and gave her blonde friend a warm welcome.
"Maya!" she yelled happily, falling to the ground promptly but picking herself up and wiping the dust off of her shoulders. "What's it like up there in Elizabeth Academy? Have you fallen in love? Have you seen your roommate's junk again? Was it bigger than last time? Do you—"
Maya interrupted her squirrel like friend with a sharp cough, "Slow down there, honey. You need some time to breathe."
Riley giggled softly and shook her head, a smile plastered on her face. "I'm sorry! I'm just so excited that for the first time in your life, you're finally able to achieve your dreams like you always wanted to! That just makes me so happy, you know?"
Maya smiled as her friend rambled on about the opportunities Elizabeth Academy would present. But shit, that wasn't why she was on the phone; she had a more pressing matter to talk about. After a good three minutes of Riley talking (Maya wasn't so sure she had taken a breath quite yet) Maya interrupted her once more. "I love you Riles, but this is not why I called you."
A silence ensued for a moment or two between them while Riley caught her breath. Afterwards, she responded. "What's the matter?"
Maya took a deep breath before continuing. "Like, okay, listen. I've got myself into a situation. And not as bad as a situation you might think, but still bad and I'm stuck and, god, I really need your help because you love fashion - right? And, like, this is a fashion emergency as well as other things I could delve into. But, really—"
"And I thought I was the rambler," her best friend joked. Maya rolled her eyes at that, and took in a shaky breath.
"Right, anyway," she coughed. "You see, my roommate Lucas, the one I mentioned before, doesn't really think I have enough masculinity or something. I don't know, some utter bullshit that I couldn't care less for - but I do care! Like, that's the problem," she sighed dramatically. "I mean, it only starts as him not believing I have enough masculinity, which is bullshit by the way. Like who cares if someone doesn't have enough masculinity! But I digress, anyway. What I'm trying to say is that it starts off as something simple and then one day he's pulling at my wig or cutting up my bandages or some crazy shit and suddenly I'm exposed!"
Riley refrained herself from laughing at her paranoid best friend. This was odd, though, because normally the roles were switched. Riley was generally the paranoid, gullible, and easy to convince one. Maya was the one who was carefree, hard to impress, and the persuasive one. But ever since her best friend put on her wig and declared herself to be named Matt, nothing was normal.
The blonde continued. "So, like, I was trying to prove that I was some masculine figure or whatever and then I got all fired up - and you know how I am when I'm fired up, but anyway. So like I was super angry or whatever and now I'm going to some nightclub and I have no clothes to wear."
Riley thought for a moment she didn't hear her friend right until she replayed what she had said over in her mind. "Wait, you're going to a nightclub?!" her eyes nearly popping out of her head. "Why don't you think these things through?"
"I'm sorry!" Maya groaned, hitting her head on her hand. "It was in the moment, and I totally didn't think of the consequences. I'm ruined, forever."
"Oh my god, you're so dramatic, Maya. Listen, we'll just find you something to wear."
Maya rolled her eyes. "Yeah but what if some girl finds me attractive and tries to get all jiggy with me?"
Riley rolled her eyes at her paranoid friend and yawned, throwing her arm behind her head. "No average straight female would find you attractive as a male. Sure, as a female but not with your tiny stature."
"Oh my god, that's exactly what Lucas said!" she whined, stomping her foot on her carpet floor. "God, Riles, I need help and I need it fast."
"I'm useless!" she groaned. "I'm useless, you hear me? I'm an hour drive away from you and that's on a good day! There's so much traffic outside, I bet I'd walk faster than this."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?"
Riley gave a sigh in exasperation. "Oh, I don't know..." she trailed off dramatically, scratching her head thoughtfully. "Not get yourself into reckless situations like this."
"Oh, so now it's my fault? You were the one that pushed me to enroll in this shitfest of a school! Did you know that it's like - basically impossible to navigate? And, like, a whole bunch of other things I could delve into but I digress."
"How about you ask Lucas for help? I mean, I'm sure he has some clothes he would like to lend to you if he had taken the time out of his day to even invite you to a nightclub."
Maya's eyes raised up at the suggestion coming from her friends lips. "Nonononononono," she started off immediately. "There are one too many problems with that," she insinuated sharply, her eyebrows scrunched. "Lucas is, like, two heads taller than me. His arms are freakishly long and he has these giraffe legs - like I don't know how he navigates to be completely honest!"
Her best friend shut her eyes tightly and sighed loudly. "Oh my god, Maya. I can't help you."
And suddenly the line was dead and she hated her best friend.
So there were two outcomes to the predicament she was in:
A. refuse to go to the party and be made fun of the rest of her high school career by Lucas or
B. ask Lucas for clothes to go to the party and look like an oaf
and the best course of action was to choose B. No matter how much she hated it, she had to go to the party.
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After he was promptly finished with his Naked Stretches of The Day, Maya wrung her hands together in a nervous matter. Asking Lucas would be no walk in the park, that was for certain. She knew what his reaction would most likely be with the clues she had already picked up about him; suffice to say, it was not going to be pretty.
"Lucas," Maya grumbled out hoarsely, nervously nipping at the hair of her neck. "Listen," she drawled dramatically, feeling her mouth go dry and clamp up. She wasn't ever like this, not ever before. She was always able to express her feelings to anyone - no matter the gender. But her mouth was shut once she finally faced Lucas.
"What's up?" he asked her, pulling up his pants to cover his underwear. "Why aren't you ready?" he asked her suddenly, his naked chest glistening in the dorm room light. "Or, at least getting ready? Are you backing out on me so soon?"
"Nononononono," she quickly clarified, her hands jumping up from her sides and defending herself. "No, that's not it. That's the problem, because I want to go. I do but—" her words suddenly stopped again and she wanted to bang her head against the wall numerous times.
"Oh my god, Matt," Lucas yelped. "Honestly, if you don't want to go then don't." But she could see that he was totally disappointed. God, why was she such a chicken that she couldn't even get the words out of her system?
She groaned loudly, once again wringing her hands together nervously. "Listen, if I tell you, you'll make fun of me."
"I won't."
"But you will."
"But I won't."
"But you will."
Lucas sighed loudly, rubbing his hand over his face, his still naked chest making Maya's knees weak. God, she had to control herself. "How about you tell me and lets find out if I'll make fun of you, okay?"
His voice, no matter how much she hated admitting it, was very persuasive and comforting. God, she hated herself for even letting her knees get weak in his presence. Really attractive men made her knees weak, he was no exception. "Okay, listen, I'm in a predicament and it'd be fine if you didn't make fun of—"
Lucas groaned loudly and Maya took that as a cue to just spit it out before she managed to embarrass herself even farther than she already had. "I'm new to this whole...party thing," she was slightly telling the truth. She was new to the whole party scene as male of course, well she was new to everything as male. She cleared her throat loudly. "I don't have any clothes."
Now that she had finally gotten it out, it didn't seem as dramatic as she made it seem.
That is, until Lucas was holding back a fit of laughter that was threatening to escape. She hated him much more than she would like, she wanted this conversation to go smoothly. She would ask Lucas for some clothes, he would kindly accept, and then they would be moving on with their merry lives. Nothing was ever simple with her, was it? And especially with him.
"See? This is why I didn't tell you!"
"No—no.." he muttered in between laughs. "That's not why I'm laughing," he said with a light hiccup. "I just find it so utterly hilarious how you made such a big deal over clothes, as if I don't have some. You literally could have come up to me in the middle of my naked stretches—"
"Not that I wanted to," she interrupted him with a slight roll of the eyes.
"—and ask me for clothes instead of making a big deal out of nothing." She scoffed, kicking her toe on the carpet. She wasn't that dramatic, Lucas was just pissy. "But I can see why you were hesitant," he chuckled. "You're tiny, you would have to quadruple fold the sleeves so they wouldn't drape down on your arms."
"Anyway," she coughed in a bored matter, clearly done with this conversation. "Do you have something I can wear or are we going to bicker all day? Of course, if you don't want to go, I won't fight."
His chest was still glistening in the dorm room light and she had to use all of her willpower to not look at his perfectly traced abs. "Yeah, you'd like to think you would get out of this." He wandered his way over to dresser on his side of the room, picking out a few clothes he assumed would fit his short friend and threw them over his way.
Maya looked at them skeptically; despite the fact that the clothes Lucas had picked out for her, they were still freakishly long on her small body. No doubt she would have to cuff the jeans and fold up the sleeves more times than once to make sure they didn't fall over her body like a blanket.
Once she went into the bathroom, she let herself breathe a little. Their encounter about the clothes went better than planned, but not as well she would have liked. She was hoping no laughs, but she was wrong. Her height was always something to joke and poke about, apparently. She pulled the pants over her short legs and cuffed them a few times so they wouldn't drag on the floor. She also pulled over the shirt and cuffed the sleeves a few times all the while wrapping a belt around her hips to secure the baggy pants on her waist.
She was not a sight for sore eyes in the mirror, but it would have to do—it was all she had.
She knew that Lucas was refraining from laughing once she stepped out of their small bathroom due to the look in his eyes. His mouth twitched slightly upwards and she was this close to clawing out his eyeballs once more. But really, truly, he was trying his best to hold back the laughter that was certainly destined to come.
Lucas, himself, was completely dressed in that manner. His clothes seemed to fit him much better than on her, his shirt was tightly against his chest in the most perfect way that could drive a girl insane. You could see the slight outline of his prominent abs, it tugged all the right places. She slapped her knees slightly and shook her head.
"Are you ready?" he asked her, a slight chuckle lacing.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she muttered dramatically.
A knock erupted on the door loudly and Maya turned around, watching as Lucas reached to open the door. A small group piled into the room. She easily recognized them from her roommate's descriptions. First, she saw Zay—whom had a small smile on his face after he had seen how funny Maya looked dressed up in someones clothes who was two heads taller. She remembered to kick his ass later.
She next saw Farkle being pushed through the door by an exterior source, his hair falling over his face. His dress clothes weren't much better than Maya, but no person payed attention as if it were an average occurrence. He wore suspenders and a collared shirt and Maya suddenly got why he wasn't much of a ladies man.
Finally, Charlie piled in after Farkle, his hair slightly pushed up. His aura was screaming romance, and she knew that if Charlie and Riley got acquainted, she would certainly take a liking to him. Maybe if he wasn't such a sap as Lucas had told her, she could perhaps even be attracted to him. He wasn't not attractive, but that was besides the point.
Lucas finally spoke. "Seems as if the whole crew is here," he smirked, taking an eye to each one of them. Suffice to say, the group was an odd looking one. She figured Lucas would never be seen dead with a few of these characters, but she always guessing him wrong.
The car ride to the club was one filled with things she wishes she could forget. She knew boys were rather... rash and vulgar in some aspects (of course, she was too to a certain extent) and she was no prude either, but the things they were insinuating and suggesting were things she was sure would make their Mama cry blood.
If Riley was here, she would be clawing her way out of the car. Maya was also certain that if they knew she was female, they wouldn't be saying such vulgar things. (Granted, she's certainly said worse to Riley in the confines of her own room, but it was a bit odd hearing it from the opposite gender and without them knowing that she was actually female.)
Once Lucas pulled up the club and handed everyone their fake IDs (in which Lucas just had to use the worst possible picture of her), he led them to the front of the club. Giving the security guard a look, they were soon let in and Maya looked around hastily, taking in the scene.
This would certainly be interesting.
sorry for the late update hehe review and fave
