Alright! If I haven't responded back to you or I forgot to respond to a review, I am so sorry! I did my best to try to find all the ones I missed, but I hope I got them all! Also, there will be two updates today because I mopped the floor with that exam! So I'm celebrating!

Sorry! This one is a little rough, but after studying for forever and a day, I've lost a bit of my touch hahaha!

On queue: Guest's request for Lucas coming home from war (i.e Homecoming Scene lol). (I got you, love ;3)

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Title: Are You Serious?
Pairings&Characters: Missy, Lucaya
Genre: Romance, Humor (?), Angst, AU
Rating: T for ...the fuck? Truce?
Summary: Missy just wants to finish her damn quiz.

Set during Trial and Error, before Riley figures out the system. From the line "The second yelling match had actually been in the middle of one class about something Riley couldn't even remember but knew it had been stupid. The teacher had kicked them out of class and told them not to come back until they stopped disrupting his lecture."

(Order: Missy, Riley, Farkle, Auggie, Jealous!Lucas, Zay)

Request by Modern Child Of Cicero for Missy POV for Lucaya fight! Thanks for the request! :3

Inspired by Lunette, the most indifferent/aloof cat in the entire world.

"Oh get over yourself. You think it matters?"

"It matters, Maya!"

Missy tapped her pencil against her forehead, glancing up at the arguing pair on the far side of the room with a raised eyebrow. Instead of working on the quiz, they were standing there yelling in each other's faces like some comical couple. The super short girl looking like an angry cat and the tall one hissing like one.

Were they for real?

Missy had missed school the day before because she'd been absent with a really bad cold, so she'd had to stay in study hall after school that day to complete the quiz she'd missed (although this thing was definitely just as hard as a test… fuck this… their history teacher was an ass).

Apparently, Lucas and Maya were in study hall to finish their quizzes because they'd gotten kicked out of class for arguing during the lecture. Which was just so utterly stupid. How did one even start arguing during a class in the first place?

Normally, she didn't care about their fights. They happened sporadically enough that Missy had become blasé about it all, much like many of the students in school (save for Riley who, for some reason, had mini-meltdowns whenever they fought).

"Why do you always get so excited whenever you find out he's coming to visit?!"

"Because he's my friend! Chill the hell out!"

But even she couldn't deny the pinpricks of irritation that she felt because of their stupid argument. She just wanted to finish her quiz in peace so she could go home and get some sleep. Her nose was still stuffy and she just wanted some nice chicken noodle soup. But that wouldn't happen unless she finished the assignment. They were too damn loud. And normally she wouldn't care that much, but again: frickin' chicken noodle soup.

"Hey you two? You think you could pipe down a bit?"

But they kept right on arguing as if they hadn't heard her.

She rolled her eyes and went back to trying to solve the mystifying problems. The study hall room was pretty big, but she could hear everything that they were saying as if they were right next to her because they were yelling so loudly. Lucas and Maya were super cute as a couple, even she couldn't deny that, but damn they were kind of obnoxious sometimes.

Like right now.

To the point where she couldn't get her quiz-test thingy done because they were making it hard to pay attention.

And it already sucked that Missy had gotten sick two weeks before Spring Break of all times. She didn't want her mood dampened on vacation because of a fail grade and a cold.

Urgh... and now her mind wasn't even on the quiz anymore. She had to focus and ignore the distractions.

Missy pursed her lips, deep in thought as she tried to think of the answer. If Mr. McCarthy came in to check on them, they'd get in trouble. It was no skin off her back.

"If it's not such a big deal, then why didn't you tell me you went to a movie with him?! Sounds oddly suspicious!"

"Are you accusing me of cheating?"

"Maybe I am!"

Silence.

Missy rolled her eyes.

These people were amateurs in the matters of love.

(Not that she was any better really… she was still looking for a boyfriend...)

"Trust works both ways, you know…"

Maya said it softly, and Missy peeked up through her bangs at them. Maya looked hurt, her eyebrows furrowed, and Lucas was staring down at her, looking remorseful.

It was too bad that they were fighting, but at least they had quieted, and she could get back to focusing on her quiz.

It was that way for a quite a while—quiet—as she concentrated and filled out her responses on the sheet of paper.

Hell, almost too quiet really.

She frowned.

Would they finish on time? There were only a handful of minutes left and they'd been fighting for most of the time. She was a little worried.

Don't get her wrong. She wasn't particularly good friends with either of them, but it wasn't like she wanted them to fail.

"Hey are you guys almost done with..."

Under normal circumstances, she generally kept an air of indifference, unconcerned by the events and going-ons of her classmates, but she honestly didn't know why now of all times she decided to get involved.

It was a mistake.

Because right on the other side of the room, Lucas had Maya seated on the table, holding her by the waist, her legs hooked around him while she tugged him closer .

And they were kissing each other heatedly, Maya's hands tangled in his hair, Lucas leaning into her as they made out.

It was kind of like watching a dirty movie kiss. One with tongue and bodies pressed all close and soft, breathless sighs and Maya's little gasps against his mouth.

Man… she wanted to be kissed like that…

And then Maya tugged him down on top of her as she fell back against the table and Missy's eyes widened.

Oh hell no.

She shot up—unfinished test be damned—and left the room without wasting another second. She didn't give a shit that her test was incomplete. Nothing could make her stay and finish that test if they were going to do that.

Missy considered herself generally unaffected by bullshit and she honestly didn't care about things that went on around her, but that?

That had been intense and out of control and she didn't even know why she had bothered to stay so long in the first place.

She shuddered as she walked briskly back to McCarthy's room.

She'd always known they were an odd little couple, but were they serious?

She would never be able to study APUSH without thinking of their little tryst again.