A/N Ok so I had so much trouble writing this chapter that I really just want to slap somebody. Anyway, I'm glad you guys like Jovan, he's a good guy. And I don't mean a fake-us-out-for-a-season-and-a-half-and-then-give-us-all-trust-complexes-ahem-ahem-Toby good guy. I mean genuinely a good person :) And Lily's cool too, she's not a supervillian, I promise. You'll find out about both of these guys in the next few chapters. Thanks for waiting and enjoy

Last period rolled around and Maya heaved a sigh of relief; she had AP Music Theory. Music had always been her escape and right now, she definitely needed one. She walked down the hall and, after being stopped three times by some kids complimenting her on her party, made her way into the music room. Maya loved the music room. It was big and open, there were multiple levels of floors (that Maya had never figured out the name of so she just called them "bleachers"), instruments lined the walls, there were no desks, and the acoustics were great.

She walked up to the teacher, an older guy with salt-and-pepper hair and smile lines, and gave him her transfer papers. "Hi, I'm in this class now?" she said. "Ah, Miss... St. Germain. I see you were taking music theory at your old school," he said, looking up at her. "Then you already know what's expected." Maya nodded, "Yes, and I've already written composed, and recorded all 5 of my original songs," He smiled, "Impressive, Ms. St. Germain, most kids in here haven't gotten to recording yet." Maya smirked back at him, "Yeah, I've been told I'm ahead of the curve," The teacher stood and extended his hand, "I'm Mr. Young." Maya shook his hand and introduced herself as well, "Maya St. Germain." "Don't tell me, tell them. Class! We have a new musician. Tell us who you are, music you're into, instruments, and your inspirations," Mr. Young called the class to attention.

Most of the class was already working, and Maya recognized a lot of faces from music club or around school. Well, all except one. Lily, the tiny girl from her party, was sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers, writing on a pad of paper. As Mr. Young spoke, she looked up and smiled at Maya. "Uh, Maya St. Germain, some of you might know me. Two Door Cinema Club, magic Man, the Strokes, Linkin Park, I like whatever's good I guess. I'm an A-level strings musician and my inspirations are the Beatles, Mike Snow, and Jack's Mannequin," Maya introduced herself to the class, noticing that Lily had been staring at her the whole time.

Maya walked over to the side of the room, close enough so that anyone who wanted to talk to her could, but far enough away so that she could get some work done; she was only halfway through her lyrical analysis. She was fishing her laptop out of her bag when Lily came over to her. "So you say you're not interested, but you transfer to my school and into my music class. Talk about mixed signals. Can I sit with you?" Lily said, trying to break the ice. "Uh, sure," Maya said, moving her bag so that the pint sized girl could sit. "How did you know my name?" Maya asked. Lily laughed "You just introduced yourself," "No, I mean at my party," Maya clarified. "Oh," Lily said, dragging out the 'o,' "You're kind of a legend in the LGBT club." Maya was confused, "What? Why?" "You punched a dude in face at your first meeting," Maya smiled a bit, "Oh yeah, didn't know that had gotten around," she said. "I thought it was brilliant," Lily laughed, making Maya smile wider. The tiny girl's positive energy was infectious.

Maya's sides hurt from laughing so hard. "And he was naked?" she asked between laughs. Lily shook her head, busting up as well. "Yeah, and the pig dragged him right into the pool. It was crazy," Lily finished her ridiculous tale, as the two walked out of the school together after the last bell had rung. "Would it be totally out of the question to ask for a ride home? I really don't feel like riding the bus," Lily said after her laughter had finally died down and they had reached the parking lot. "Sure, but you don't-" Maya cut off and stopped in her tracks.

Across the asphalt, Maya saw Emily and Spencer at Emily's car; it looked like they were arguing about something. Emily ran her hand through her hair like she always did when she was frustrated and said something to Spencer that made her walk away. Watching her best friend walk away, Emily finally noticed Maya. Their eye contact was brief, but Maya didn't miss the intensity and panic in her eyes before she looked away and got into her car, and apparently neither did Lily.

"I wonder what her damage is," she said, resting her arms comfortably behind her head as they reached Maya's car. "You're about to go and try to find out aren't you?" the tiny girl questioned, examining Maya's face, "You totally are. Good luck with that, she has a girlfriend; trust me I have asked-" Maya cut the girl off with a glare. "Ohhhhhh." Maya rolled her eyes, "Yeah, oh. Wait here," "I don't really think I have a choice," Lily said, getting in the car as Maya made her her way across the parking lot.

She rapped on Emily's window, making the girl look at her. She wiped away her tears and rolled down the window, "Emily-" Maya started, "I'll see you later tonight okay?" Emily cut her off, trying to change the subject. "Emily, what were you and Spencer-" Maya tried again, but was cut off a second time. "I have to to go, Maya, we'll talk tonight."

Maya watched Emily drive away feeling more confused than Emily had ever left her before, and that was saying a lot. She walked back to her car and got inside only to find Lily with her eyebrows raised, waiting expectantly. "So are you gonna take me home now, or...?" Maya looked at her, "What? Oh, yeah. Where do you live?" she asked, starting the car.

After dropping Lily off and promising to see her at school, Maya made her way to the Grille and got to work. She was a server and she bused tables so she never really got to sit down. And between the rushing around with dishes, dealing with a few rude customers, and thinking about Emily, she was exhausted by the time she finished her shift and 9pm. Maya clocked out and said goodbye to her boss and work friends before dragging herself to her car.

She was just buckling her seatbelt when she heard a voice whisper in her ear, "Hello." "Holy shit!" she flicked on the car light ready to defend herself if she had to. "Jovan!" Maya exclaimed, scared witless by her friend's prank. Jovan fell into the backseat laughing. "You should've seen your face!" he snickered. "What are you doing in my car?" she asked, turning around to face the laughing boy. "Oh yeah, you said you had to work on your first day back to school, and I thought that pretty much sucked, so I got you dinner," he explained, pointing to a large brown paper bag sitting next to him. Maya, noticing for the first time that the entire car smelled like food, smiled hugely. "Thanks Jovan," "No prob, small fry," he smiled back. "I'd invite you over but I've got homework, and I gotta talk to Emily-" she explained. "It's cool Maya, I've got some business in this part of town anyway," Jovan said. "Rain check?" she asked as he started to get out of the car. "Yeah, but you're buying."

Maya smiled the whole car ride home. She loved how much Jovan cared about her and how sweet he was. She didn't know what was in the bag, but she couldn't wait to eat it. But as she pulled up to her apartment complex, her smile and hunger faded. She had no idea what she was about to face with Emily. She made her way up to her apartment and was about to unlock the door when she heard muffled speaking behind the door. "Because I'm not going to do that to her," Maya heard Emily through the door. "I don't care if all you guys' boyfriends know, I'm not dragging her into this," Maya was confused, dragging her into what?

Maya unlocked the door and stepped inside determined to get some answers. Emily quickly hung up her phone and put it on the counter like she wasn't just on it. The room was dark except for a few candles Emily had lit. "What don't you want to drag me into? What's going on?" she demanded, dropping her bookbag amd crossing her arms. Emily looked down at her hands, "I can't tell you," she said. "Like hell you can't," Maya scoffed, storming over to the kitchen where Emily was sitting. "You're the one who wanted to talk, Emily, so talk," Maya said, crossing her arms. "I thought I was brave enough to tell you the truth but I'm not." Emily said, finally looking at Maya again. Her anger seemed to vanish when Emily looked at her with those big brown eyes. "What are you so scared of Emily? Can you at least tell me that?" Emily thought for a minute, "I just don't want you worrying about me," Emily's eyes were watering up. "Can you please just trust me, Maya?" Maya ran a hand through her hair, "How am I supposed to trust you when you're always keeping things from me, and lying, and sneaking around-" "How can I prove it?" Emily asked, standing in front of her girlfriend.

"Stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone," Maya admitted quietly. Emily nodded eagerly as she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and kissed her softly on the lips. After a few moments, Maya pulled away, "Woah there, I'm still mad at you for ditching me on Friday, Shark," she said smirking. "I'm sorry, what can I do to make it up to you?" Emily asked. "Do my laundry, warm up my dinner, wash the dishes, and cuddle me to sleep," Emily smiled, "In that order?" "Yes," "Well then I think this shirt is dirty," Emily said, pulling off Maya's shirt and kissing down her neck but she pulled away again. "You have chores to do," was all she said as she walked towards her bedroom, smiling.

Sorry if this chapter was kind of random and/or confusing. I'm having some personal problems and it's showing in my writing, I fear. Anywho, Maya likes that Lily can make her laugh, and Lily looks up to Maya, and that's why they clicked so instantly, and Jovan is Jovan. Playing jokes, scaring people, and taking care of Maya are his thing. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, review review with dat feedback