Prompt: Give me a pairing and 3 nouns (hurt, jealousy, girlfight)

Pairing: Rucas

Title: Girlfight

Lucas pushed through the double doors of Abigail Adams High School and shuffled down the hallway to see a bruised and battered Riley Matthews slumped tiredly over a desk in her father's classroom.

"Riley, you're hurt! What happened?"

Riley's head shot up suddenly at the sound of Lucas' voice, and her hand immediately flew upwards to touch the sore spot under her eye self consciously.

"I'm fine, Lucas," she assured him, and he quickly pulled a desk closer to hers and leaned forward to exam her more carefully. "It looks worse than it is. Honest."

"Riley, you got into a fight!" Lucas exclaimed, placing a gentle hand on her cheek and moving her face this way and that to check for any more bruises. "How can you be fine?"

"I think the term you're looking for here is girl fight, Huckleberry," Maya corrected him, stepping forward from her spot in the back of the room to lean against the teacher's desk in front of them. "And our Riles here held her own like a real champ. I mean, the girl went right for Riley's hair, but she pushed her away and started clawing at-"

"Maya is over-exaggerating, Lucas," Riley assured him quickly, shooting Maya a look that read, 'please stop talking' and quickly turned her attention back to a worried Lucas. "It really wasn't that bad."

"Riley, you have a black eye," Lucas pointed out, lightly brushing his fingers over the bruise, causing Riley to wince. "And your lip is swollen."

"Trust me, this isn't half as bad as the Riley-sized hand print on the other girl's face," Maya joked, and Riley quickly stood from her chair to place a firm hand over Maya's mouth to silence her.

"Maya, you're making things worse," Riley whispered in her direction, and Maya threw her hands up innocently in defense.

"What? I didn't even tell him how you got the black eye. I was letting you hold onto your dignity," Maya explained, and Riley simply narrowed her eyes in response. "Okay fine, I'll be over there practicing that killer move you did with the elbow and the kick-flip thing-"

"Maya!" Riley protested, nudging her in the side in an effort to stop her from saying anything else.

"Sorry, yeesh, I'm going," Maya muttered under her breath, pushing off from the desk to head to the back of the room and step out into the hallway.

Lucas stood from the desk to take Maya's place next to Riley, and he knitted his eyebrows together in concern as he met her gaze.

"Lucas, it wasn't a big deal," Riley repeated, taking his hand in hers and smiling up at him reassuringly.

"You never get into fights," Lucas stated matter-of-factly. "In fact you're the most peaceful person I've ever met. You made everyone you know sign a contract promising they would ban fly swatters from ever crossing their thresholds in the effort to save at least one innocent fly's life. What got into you today?"

Riley was silent for a moment as she considered how much she should tell him. She was never really the type of person who got embarrassed about this kind of thing. She figured that she got herself into embarrassing situations on the daily, so she might as well start putting up a wall for feeling that kind of emotion. But this was different. This was admitting that she was just as vulnerable and insecure as she had feared for so long. And that was terrifying.

"Jealousy," Riley admitted, quickly averting her eyes from his gaze to stare at the colored tiles on the floor in front of her.

"What do you mean?" Lucas furrowed his brows in confusion, not entirely sure where she was going with this confession.

"You know your chemistry lab partner?" Riley asked, scratching the back of her head nervously and raising one eyebrow at him.

"Fiona Lennox," Lucas answered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, why?"

"Flirty Fiona," Riley corrected him, and then quickly gestured towards Maya pacing back and forth in the hallway behind them. "That's what we call her."

"You think she flirts with me?" Lucas shook his head in disbelief, unable to wrap his head around this type of observation.

"Lucas," Riley scoffed, narrowing her eyes at him. "Come on."

"I guess I don't notice that sort of thing," Lucas shrugged, and Riley suddenly realized that he was being 100% honest.

"How could you not notice something like that?" Riley exclaimed, lightly pushing his shoulder as the surprise settled into her expression. "She couldn't make it any more obvious if she had a flashing sign plastered to her forehead. 'Oh Lucas, I've never held a beaker over the burner before, my hands are just so delicate, I might drop it right onto that open flame there!' It's vomit inducing!"

"You don't even have to hold the beaker, there's a stand that-" Lucas tried to correct her, but Riley cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.

"You get my point!" Riley threw her arms up in exasperation, and Lucas did everything he could to stop his lips from curling into an amused smile. "Her flirtatious ways cloud her judgment, okay?"

"Okay, now who's over-exaggerating?" Lucas couldn't control the smirk from creeping onto his face anymore and Riley's eyes widened as she slumped back onto the surface of her father's desk.

"Oh no," she mumbled, placing a hand over her forehead and shaking her head in disbelief. "Who am I? What have I become?"

"Riley…" Lucas reached out to place a hand over hers, but she quickly repositioned herself on the desk so that her body was completely facing his.

"I'm ashamed," she announced. "I'm bruised and ashamed."

"No, stop, it's okay. Come here," Lucas grabbed her foot with one hand and gently pulled her closer to him on the desktop. Once her legs were draped across his lap, he leaned in close to her and smiled. "You want to know why I don't notice when Flirty Fiona is using her 'flirtatious ways' on me?"

"Why?" Riley pulled at the fraying piece of fabric on the bottom of Lucas' blue button-down shirt, but refused to meet his eyes.

"Because when she's looking at me, batting her eyelashes like she has something in her eye, I'm usually staring across the room at someone else."

"Who!?" Riley's head shot up to glare at him accusingly and Lucas met her gaze with an amused smile. The recognition settled into her expression a second later, and she laughed at her ability to jump the conclusions so quickly. "Oh you mean me."

"Yes, I mean you," Lucas returned her smile and placed a hand on one of her cheeks, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth across the surface. "You're the only girl I notice in that way. Flirty Fiona is nice and all, but she doesn't stand a chance."

"Good answer," Riley whispered, and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"So are you ever going to tell me how you really got that black eye?" Lucas raised an eyebrow curiously, and she scrunched her nose up in disgust at the thought of telling him this story.

"We were outside for P.E, I tripped on a basketball, and ran into a low-hanging tree branch trying to run away from her," Riley blurted out quickly, gesturing to her eye and wincing dramatically.

"Now that sounds like the Riley Matthews I know," Lucas teased, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before hopping off the desk and extending a hand for Riley to join him.

As Riley took his hand and swung her legs off the desk, Maya popped her head back into the classroom and gestured for them to come closer to her.

"Okay now that you've told him the truth and went into gushy lovey-dovey mode, can I please tell him the story of how you ended up accidentally pushing Fiona over after you hit that tree branch and landed palm-first onto her face?" Maya asked enthusiastically, and Lucas looked back at Riley curiously.

"Go for it," Riley smiled as she watched Maya drag Lucas out of the room by the arm, and lead him over to the bench at the top of the stairs to tell him the story of the "girl fight" that turned out to be much more innocent than he had originally thought.

So Riley couldn't actually fight someone who was flirting with her boyfriend, but the jealousy she felt when she saw Lucas and Fiona together was real. And maybe, she thought, that meant that what she felt for Lucas was turning into something much more serious than she realized.