This one was turning into a monster, so it's going to be two parts. Here's part 1 and part 2 should be up soon! I know it's a lot of Lucas/Maya, but bear with me!

"Lucas we should get to class."

He gave her a pointed look. Since when does she care about classes that had nothing to do with art? His eyebrow slowly rose in question before Maya answered in a shrug.

"We are creeping towards our senior year," her smile was forced as she stepped around him, "and next year we will be seniors. It's probably about time that we start focusing on our studies." His torso turned to face Maya who was clutching her text book and avoiding his gaze. She leaned back on the soles of her feet and then rocked forward to the tips of her toes.

"So, uh let's go." Her arm flung over her shoulder as she pointed down the hall behind her. He cocked his head to the side and scrunched his face a bit while looking at her. She stared back at him while biting on the corner of her bottom lip, still rocking back and forth. His eyes searched her own before a smirk enveloped his face. He took one step towards her closing any distance that was between them. He slowly lowered his head his lips hovering over hers.

"Let's be a little late today." He whispered staring at her pink lips. Lucas tugged Mayas jacket to pull her forward so she would close the distance between their lips. Lucas opened his eyes at not the touch of her lips on his, but her hand on his chest pushing him away from her, or rather stopping him from getting any closer.

"Lucas." She took a step back from him.

"Let's just go to class ok?" She smiled tightly, turned around and began the walk to History. He sat at his usual seat, behind her, as he had been doing everyday since 7th grade and tried to pinpoint the exact moment that Maya Hart fell out of love with him

The day she changed her hair?

"Maya, wh-what happened?" His face went tense at the sudden change.

"What happened?" Maya tugged at her hair as she mirrored Lucas' words with a tinge of disappointment in her voice. He grimaced as Riley struck his arm and whispered harshly, "That's not the way to support your girlfriend."

Riley smiled widely at Maya and opened her arms for a hug. "Peaches, love it! The brown, and that length!" Riley touched Maya's hair as Maya squealed in excitement her eyes crinkling at the ends.

"Yeah, that brown and that length." Lucas muttered pulling at the collar of his shirt. No more blonde, and no more length.

The day that she found out she was dyslexic?

"I'm stupid." Maya spoke to the ground holding her head down in shame.

"You are not stupid Maya." Farkle sat next to Maya who still wouldn't look up. "You are a lot of things, but stupid has never been one of them."

"Do you guys remember when I led the no homework rebellion and the sprinklers went off?" She spoke softly, barely audible. Farkle and Riley both nodded their heads in remembrance.

"Mr. Matthews asked me why I take things too far and I told him it was because I had no one to help me with my homework." Her voice began to crack at the memory.

"After that day I tried so hard, so hard you guys have no idea how hard I tried on my homework," she exclaimed looking desperately from one best friend to the other unshed tears visible in her eyes.

"I kept on failing over and over again it just didn't make any sense no matter how hard I tried, so I finally stopped trying and when my grades came back-"her voice was coated with an overwhelming sadness, "I just always fail, I've accepted that I will always fail-"

"Maya do you remember when Mr. Matthews took our phones and made us 'connect' with people? Do you remember what we found out that night?"

Maya shrugged in response to Farkle. He slid his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened his wallet, took out a worn sheet of folded paper, handed it to Maya, and waited for her to open it. Maya's fingers began to shake with emotion at what she knew she was going to see. When her eyes confirmed her thought she clutched onto the paper and turned her full attention to Farkle Minkus.

"This Maya," he pointed at the drawn picture Maya had sketched out, "this is the language you speak. This is the magic you create when you are given the proper tools. You don't fail Maya, you just haven't been given the proper tools, yet." His hand found its way to her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "This drawing changed me Maya how can that be failing?"

Riley slipped her hand into Maya's and gave her a light squeeze in support. "We love you Peaches and now that we know you're dyslexic we are still going to love you because you are still you and Maya we love every version of you."

Lucas watched the three friends and for the first time felt like he was intruding.

The day she got her license?

"Lucas I know I said I'd take us out for a ride when I got my license, but I just want to hang out with Riley tonight. Rain check? Xoxo Maya"

Lucas glanced over the text message and tossed his phone back onto his bed in annoyance.

The day her mom became Mrs. Hunter?

"You look nice." Lucas complimented her kissing her on the cheek.

She tucked her brown hair behind her ear and laughed.

"I know you hate my hair Huckleberry you don't have to lie."

Lucas forced a laugh and ran his hand down her curls.

"It's not that I hate it, it's just not- I mean you're not-"

"A blonde beauty?" she interrupted lifting her eyebrow up slowly.

His hand dropped from her head in mild shock. What just happened?

"Maya?" He treaded carefully.

"I should go find my mom, I'll see you." He nodded at her words and before spoke loudly, "I love you."

Maya merely waved her hand over her shoulder in recognition of hearing him.

Lucas spent the entire class period reminiscing on important moments in Maya's life, moments that he as a boyfriend and a friend had failed at. He knew that and she probably felt that. He wasn't the most supportive boyfriend he could be, but he was always there. When Lucas heard the final bell rang Lucas packed up his books quietly and still in thought. He hadn't even noticed that he was the last one out. His eyes sought out the halls for her, but couldn't find her. In fact he wasn't able to find any of his friends. As Lucas stepped outside the doors of the school he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes locked onto the scene in front of him. Maya was laughing and she was laughing with the one Joshua Matthews. Lucas hasn't ever experienced heart break before, and maybe this is what it feels like your stomach dropping, your hands sweating, and an incredible rage. He watched as Josh smiled at Maya eliciting another laugh from her. He watched as Maya stepped closer to Josh and pulled his beanie down over his eyes. He watched as they both laughed together. He didn't see when Riley came and hugged her uncle, but he did see that Maya stepped back almost like she had been caught. He did see that Josh paused as his niece's hands encircled him. He most definitely saw the lingering looks they gave each other before Riley and Josh left, leaving Maya alone in the parking lot. He saw her tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and smile faintly in the direction of the car. And he almost ignored the flash of sorrow and guilt he saw in her eyes as she finally realized he had been watching her the entire time.