KING LUCAS

CHAPTER 2

History was his next class, the bell had rang almost 5 minutes ago, but he was rather busy in a janitor's closet with a brunette that had approached him at lunch. Her name was Missy... Missy something, she had introduced herself but he was distracted by the huge cleavage she was showing. After he had finished his lunch and knowing he would have seven minutes before the bell rang for his class, she showed him her favorite hiding place. He was sucking on her neck, leaving a trail of wet and hot kisses that lead to her chest.

"I should... Mmm, yes..." she moaned as she tried to form a simple sentence, it was the way he used his tongue and the spots he touched with it that left her breathless. "My class..."

Lucas stopped, he lifted his head so he could look at her, he grabbed her hips and pressed them closer to him, then he proceeded to slowly close the space between the two, he stopped just over her lips, giving her the chance to decide what to do. Missy was quick to respond, eager to feel his tongue navigate her mouth again, he was good, he was so good, probably the best kiss she had ever had, if this was only kissing, she could only imagine what he could do in bed.

He let go and stepped back, reaching down to grab his backpack while she studied what he was doing.

"Umm, so... That was fun." she said, fixing her top and clipping the bra she hadn't realized was unclipped.

"Yeah" he looked at her "I hope there is a reprise, not here and preferably with more time". He left the little room and made his way toward his class, before she could say anything else.

He made a mental note as he walked, Missy the big mouth girl, figuratively and quite literally. He had noticed it when she approached him in the cafeteria, she came from a crowded table, which meant she had a lot of friends, her phone vibrated constantly so she liked to talk, she didn't seem particularly interesting, plus after they headed out she pointed 4 different pairs who were sleeping together and three who were cheating on their partners, she was keeping all those friends because she knew everything that happened in the school. He also couldn't ignore the Patriots Gazette batch she carried attached to her bag, she must like to be informed.

That was the perfect girl he needed, by the end of the day everyone would know about his particular set of skills and he gave her just enough so he could come back for a favor now and then.

He opened the class door, all the eyes in room stared back at him, even a pair of blue eyes he recognized immediately, the blonde beauty behind them remained nonchalant, contrary to her friend sitting next to her who gasped and turned her look down to ignore him.

"Who are you?" The teacher asked, Lucas had only two seconds to study him, before responding. His hands had chalk dust, curiously only on his hands, his jacket was clean, he didn't write much on the board, which meant he talked and if he did he probably likes people that talks and participates on class. He was young, though the chicken legs on the sides of his eyes were very marked, he smiled a lot, he was a happy and nice person, that would have to do, Lucas knew exactly what to do.

"Good morning, sir. I'm new here and I got lost" he chuckled "somehow I ended in the auditorium." The brunette finally lifted her head to look at him, he noticed this in his peripheral vision.

"Oh, welcome to history then! I'm Mr. Matthews, what's your name?"

"I'm Lucas Friar, nice to meet you, sir." Lucas extended his hand to meet him.

"Very well Mr. Friar, take a seat, we are on page 48." The teacher pointed a chair, casually behind the blonde girl, Lucas clenched his jaw when he approached her, she was even more gorgeous this close and she smelled like a mix of clothes softener and a very lite perfume, he liked her smell.

Lucas was right about Mr. Matthews, he did like to talk a lot, asking many questions in between, seeking the participation of the class. That's what Lucas would give him, he raised his hand every time he spoke, even after Mr. Matthews had said he didn't have to, he responded to some of his questions and he found out that the brunette's name was Riley, she was finally looking at him whenever he was talking, except when he looked back at her. She was cute, he thought, she had some innocence in her that he couldn't find in girls nowadays.

"Okay, now you're going to answer the questions at the end of the chapter, in pairs you'll work with the person behind you." Mr. Matthews sat on his chair and opened a book to read. Riley turned around smiling to the other kid who talked a lot in class, they called him Farkle, but Lucas didn't know what that meant or why they called him that.

"Well, Huckleberry?" The blonde turned around, resting her elbow on his desk. "I'm not moving my seat." She waited for his answer with a raised brow, but he couldn't read anything else, he was still caught in her greeting.

"Huckleberry?" He asked, lifting his chair, looking at her amused.

"If you don't like it, I thought of many others, Hopalong." She said keeping his eye contact. He wanted to know what was going through her head, it was usually so easy with other people.

"You thought about me?" He asked with a smile, dumping his body next to her.

"I'd call it a second of pure genius that rained over me." She responded quickly, returning to her book. "That good ol' southern charm was pretty on the nose, I couldn't help myself."

He laughed, intrigued by this person sitting by his side. Now was the time to gather as much information as he could. She was scribbling on the frames of the book, little flowers, some hands, even a bird, they were really good, that's why she wasn't paying attention in class, though Mr. Mathews didn't say anything, he probably knows her personally. Her jeans had splashes of paint, she must have her art class today, she's thinking about what she wants to draw there, she cares more about art than other subjects, so she could be a real artist. She has a ring in her fingers, it's really clean which could only mean that she cares about it, it's only dirty in between the lines that decorate it, she doesn't have it clean, she does it herself.

Her shirt, it looks like it's been washed many times, it is an old shirt, maybe she bought it used or...

"Quit looking at me, Huckleberry." She lifted her head to see him, he was close to her, he could finally admire her eyes. They were a clear blue, it was obvious that she was trying to read him as much as he was reading her, but there was nothing. He couldn't figure her out, it was killing him, it felt like an itch in his back he couldn't scratch. It was so easy for him to control people, everyone had a pressure point, everyone has insecurities, she couldn't be different.

"I'm sorry, you draw?" He asked, challenging her eyes. "They're good."

"Oh... thanks" she said, her eyes widening in surprise, that was good, she really wasn't expecting the compliment, so she didn't imagine any admiration towards her work, at least not from strangers, there is one insecurity.

"So, is my accent so obvious?" he said, forcing himself to look away from her. She snorted at the question and returned to her task. "Okay, I get it."

"Where are you from?" she asked, putting some shadow in the wing of the bird she was drawing.

"Houston" he said.

"And why did you come here? A cowboy moving to the big apple to find his path..." she extended her hands in the air as if she was reading a headline.

"It's not like I wanted to move out here." He said, honestly. "Let's say my mom was made an offer she couldn't say no to." He responded, carefully studying her reactions.

"Do you miss it?" Why was she suddenly so interested in knowing him? He narrowed his eyes, she looked at him. "You know, working the land, taking the cattle to the river, square dancing on a Sunday night..." She said, biting her lower lip, now he saw it, she wanted to rile him up. He couldn't contain the smile forming on his lips, he hadn't had someone who challenged him the way she did, she wanted to see him cave under this game they were playing, she knew there was something else to him and he knew that she was the girl he was waiting for, finally a worthy trial for his abilities.

"I don't know your name" he said aloud, even though he didn't mean to.

"Maya" she said with a grin on her face.

"Just Maya?" he got a little closer to her, she didn't move for a second, then she nodded and she started to get closer too, it didn't look like she was going to stop, he didn't like this, he didn't like not being in control of the moment, but he wanted to see how far she'd go. Before she could reach his lips, she opened her mouth.

"You have lipstick in your ear, Ranger Rick." She sat back and smiled as he touched his ear to clean the stain, the bell rang and she was quick and grabbed her things as she stood up.

"Are you ready Riles?" she asked her friend who was picking her backpack, she was going to lift her desk to put it where it belonged, but Lucas was quick too.

"Allow me" he said taking the desk first and smiling at her, she gave him a shy smile back, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, Riley thanked him and left the class. He looked at Maya who narrowed her eyes, after leaving the desk on its place, he turned to her and tipped an imaginary hat.

"Ma'am" he said, grinning and winking an eye, she tried to hide a smile and left the class after her friend.

When he got out to the busy hallway he walked over to Billy Ross, who was using his phone against a locker.

"Hey Billy! Do you know who's that blonde?" he asked him. He looked towards the small figure Lucas was pointing.

"Oh man, that's Maya Hart." he said licking his lips. "Why? You want her?"

"Something like that." He was looking at her walking down the hall.

"Good luck with that" Billy padded his back, calling for Lucas' attention. "She's the hardest one to get here, some say she only dates college guys."

She had won his attention, something that wasn't easy for anyone, he turned to see her again as she disappeared on a corner.