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KING LUCAS
CHAPTER 11
Lucas was sitting on a bench, double tying the laces on his shoes and covering them with the velcro. He didn't feel nervous, he had seen the other team arrive and they were the same guys he had seen training, he knew every move they could pull. He was more worried about his team, he had noticed how his coach made rash decisions when he got clustered and with Taylor on the bench after he sprained his ankle yesterday on the practice, Coach Cooper was already sweating, his neck red.
"Listen up, boys!" He called out, the team was ready, they were all wearing new uniforms. The old ones were a really ugly blue and after six years with it the school had finally given them enough money for new colors. Now they were grey, with blue and golden stripes on the side of their pants and the classic 'Patriots' in golden letters on their chests. Lucas had asked for the number 7, that sat under FRIAR in big blue letters.
"This game sets up the whole season we'll be playing." He said, holding an iPad in his hand. "We didn't have the best season last year, but we have new talent with us, new faces, all we need is some spirit. I want you to give everything tonight, this the last season for most of you, so let's make it worth!"
"Yeah!" The boys said in unison, getting pumped for the game.
Billy jumped over the bench so everyone could see him and he started punching his chest. The rest of the team was watching him with smiles on their faces, Lucas had no idea what was happening, he guessed this was some kind of ritual before the game, because before he could ask, others jumped on the bench too and followed Billy, they were all making noise, Lucas joined them hopping next to his friend.
"Alright, let's go kick some ass!" The coach said, he was not known for his censorship skills, they all sprinted out of the changing rooms whooping.
The night was dark and cloudy, the field was lighten up by four big lights on each side.
"... Abigail Adams High School Patriots!" Someone was saying over the speakers as they were coming out.
The bleachers were filled with people from both schools, cheering for their team, the blue and gold looked prominent among them. The cheerleading squad received them in the field, their pom-poms making a tunnel for them.
The other team was already grouped on the field with the referees, wearing the same black and yellow colors that Lucas had seen in the practice.
Gabbie Anderson waved at Lucas as he stepped on the field, he came closer to her to say hello.
"Hey." He said, watching the bleachers looking for the people he wanted to see there, he found Zay sitting wearing the school sweater, surprisingly Farkle was there next to him, then Riley and Maya. Riley waved at him with a big smile and then showed her thumbs to encourage him.
"You look very handsome in your new uniform." Gabbie said, fixing his neck.
"Thanks, you've always looked great in that skirt." He said, playfully.
"I thought you liked it more when it was on the floor." She said coming closer, he narrowed his eyes, they were in front of the whole school.
"I do, I should..." Before he could walk away, she kissed him, some people in the bleachers whooped at them, he broke it off, mad at her stupid move.
"For good luck." She said, winking as she returned to the rest of the squad some of the girls were giggling. She was clever, she did that on purpose, to show the school he was hers, but he wasn't and she had been very wrong to do that. He glanced quickly at Maya, who was talking to Riley who was clearly upset, fuck, just for a stupid kiss.
The game went as he hoped, the way he ran, the way he hit the ball, the way he launched himself to home it all seemed effortlessly. By the end of the game the pitcher tried to surprise him with some curve balls but he saw the movement on his right foot and he moved with him, hitting the ball so far it disappeared in the night and he brought three guys home.
Lucas parked his car in the corner of the street, following Zay to the entrance of the house. Billy's house was out in the suburbs, it reminded Lucas of the first house he had lived on, back in Austin, when they lived with his dad, although in New York this type of house was probably twice as expensive.
The music was blasting out from the backyard, the garden gate was open, a group of people on the entrance smoking, one of them blew the cloud of smoke on them when they walked by.
"Asshole." Zay said, coughing.
"Do you know him?" Lucas asked, noticing the way that guy had looked at his friend.
"Well, we're not best friends." Zay said, looking back at the tall Texan.
"I can see that", Lucas replied, "I think you'd be dead if I hadn't come to this school."
"Good thing you did!" He said padding his back, "now let's get wasted!"
Lucas snorted and let him go ahead and pour them some beers, the place was packed, most of their senior class, some juniors, Put from the baseball team and even some people from St. Patrick's High School.
There was a pool in the middle of the backyard, a pool house behind it and a ping pong table next to it, Lucas headed that way, to join the game that they were playing. As he made his way through the crowd, people congratulated him for the ending of the baseball game. A hand stopped him.
"Great game Lucas, I told you my kiss would be good luck." He wasn't sure of that, he saw the way Riley and Maya reacted and it was not good for him, and he hadn't seen them here so that was a step back. Gabbie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, she was drunk and horny. She started to kiss his neck, he didn't know what to do, if he was following his game plan he shouldn't be sleeping around with anyone, at least not from school or making this type of scenes in public. Yet, neither Maya nor Riley were here tonight and he would never expect to see Farkle in this environment.
"Hey, Lucas!" It was Zay, in good timing. Gabbie turned around to see who had interrupted. Lucas mouthed 'Thank you'. "Billy needs you to mount a keg in the kitchen."
"I better check that," Lucas said, stepping away from Gabbie. "I'll look for you, go have fun with the squad."
She shrugged and walked towards her friends, Lucas hugged Zay by the shoulders.
"You owe me one." Zay said, smirking.
"I'd call it even." Lucas jested. They walked in the house, looking for the kitchen, inside Billy was trying to twist the keg. Lucas looked down at Zay who was grinning. "Dude, I thought you were kidding." They both laughed and Lucas went to help Billy, another star in the game.
"Finally!" Billy lifted his hands in victory, "we're about to start beer pong, wanna join?"
"I don't have a partner." Lucas told him.
"I can play with you." Lucas lifted an eyebrow, looking down at his friend, Zay snorted. "Yeah, you're right, I suck at that."
"I can play with you." A small voice said behind them, when they turned around the small blonde was filling a cup. "Well?" She asked, after they all remained silent. Lucas knew better that to challenge her.
"Okay," he turned to Billy, "I guess we're in."
Zay had left to look for a girl from St. Patrick's, he said maybe it would bring him the luck of the Irish, he laughed at his own joke and walked away.
"Can you hold your liquor?" He asked chugging down the rest of his beer, before refilling his cup.
"Can you?" She lifted her brow, he smiled.
He opened the door for her, as they returned to the loud backyard, Billy called them from the ping pong table, they were setting up the cups and filling the outer cups with beer, some with rum and coke and others with sprite and tequila.
"Where's Riley?" He asked, watching Zay at the other en of the pool telling a story to a girl Lucas didn't recognize.
"She said she wasn't feeling well." Maya replied.
"Does she ever go out?" Lucas looked down at Maya.
"She doesn't feel comfortable in this type of environment." She said. Before Lucas could ask if she did, Billy grabbed them by the shoulders and turned them around.
"We're going to start, what's your team name?" He asked, Maya bit her lip smiling.
"Ranger Rick." She said pointing at Lucas, but he saw it miles away.
"And Shortstack." He added quickly, pointing at her, the look she gave him could've burned holes in his shirt.
"Alright, Shortstack and Ranger Rick are gonna play against the Black Llamas!" Maya snorted at their name, it was because of their tall hairs. Randall threw Lucas the ball and told him they could start.
He stepped back and lifted his arm above his head, so the ball wouldn't bounce in the table, it went in one of the tequila cups and Randall had to chug it down. Maya gave him a satisfied look, before it was her time to drink the beer the ball fell in.
"Do you want me to get you a stool?" He asked playfully, with that shit eating grin of his. With one hand Maya pulled out her middle finger and with the other one she threw the ball. They both watched as the ball went in, Lucas tipped an imaginary hat at Maya and winked as he drank one of the tequilas.
They kept going like that, winning the first round with four cups left on their side of the table. Randall and Billy asked for a rematch and Shortstack and Ranger Rick agreed. Lucas could feel the buzz on his head, he never liked to drink more after he reached this point specially when he was driving, but he was bonding with Maya and he couldn't afford to lose this chance.
Maya had become overly competitive, she was drunk too, she had drank almost the same amount as Lucas, but she was small and her body processed alcohol a lot faster. They had lost more balls this round, but they were feeling unstoppable.
"C'mon Huckleberry! You got this!" She said, drumming with her hands on his back, as support he guessed. "You can't miss this!"
Lucas lifted his hand again and effortlessly threw the ball in. Billy and Randall groaned in complaint, while Maya jumped up and down celebrating.
As he watched Maya high five some guys that had been watching the game, Lucas thought that he should kiss her again, he wanted to, it wasn't part of his plan, but he wondered how it would affect it.
"Hey Maya,..." He began, grabbing her elbow so she could turn around, before he could say anything the music stopped.
"Lucas Friar? Where are you Lucas Friar?" It was a drunk Taylor with a microphone. "Oh, there you are!" He said pointing at Lucas. "C'mon guys, pick him up!" He hadn't noticed that half of the team had gathered around him, they came in and lifted him up the ground.
"Yeah! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the reason we won tonight!" Everyone cheered for Lucas, he even saw Maya clap for him. "Now, we want to welcome you to the team by making you part of a tradition."
The guys started walking him around, Travis was holding his feet so tight he couldn't move. They stopped in front of the pool and that's when he was able to move his feet as he felt himself fall.
The water wasn't cold, but he felt a chill on his face as he resurfaced. Everyone was screaming or cheering, the music had returned and some other guys jumped in the pool with him.
Maya came close to the edge and watched him with as grin on her face.
"Did you know this was going to happen?" He asked, fixing the hair out of his face.
"I knew about the tradition, I wasn't sure if they were going to do it." But she was lying, he could see it, behind that devious smile she had.
"Can you help me?" He asked, extending a hand towards her.
"Oh no, I've seen this in movies, you're going to pull me in, I won't do it." Lucas laughed and rolled his eyes, he got closer to the edge, with the help of both hands he pushed himself upward and got out. His muscles flexing as he came out of the water.
He was dripping wet, his white shirt had become almost invisible as it glued itself to his body. Maya's eyes fell heavily on it, suddenly turned on by the look of him.
He came closer to her, "Do you want a hug?", he asked opening his arms.
She ran away, "No! Get away from me!" But he didn't stop. "I'm serious!"
She bumped into the ping pong table and couldn't escape, but Lucas stopped and lifted his hands, surrendering.
"Fine, I won't hug you." He laughed. "Peace?", he extended his hand to her.
She narrowed his eyes, but slowly met his hand. He grinned and tighten his grip, he is strong as a horse and easily pulled her forward, lifting her off her feet and walking closer to the pool.
"Don't you dare! Huckleberry! Put me down! Put me down right now!" She moved her legs helplessly.
"Do you have your phone with you?" He asked, he was going to throw her to the pool, he wasn't going to be a complete asshole.
"Put me down!" She hit him hard on the chest with her elbow, he complained and turned his back towards the pool.
"I'm getting back for Gabbie's party. Now take a deep breath." He whispered in her ear as he pushed his heels back and hit the water again.
He helped Maya to the surface, holding her arms, she hit him over and over again on the chest, splashing water on his face.
"You are such an ass, I fucking hate you." She said, panting as she stopped. A lot of people had joined the pool party, everyone was drunk, some guys were playing chicken, others were throwing a ball around that Lucas had no idea where they got it from.
They were really close, she hadn't noticed how very few inches were separating them. Her hands rested on his chest and she was trying to remember when he had put his hands on her hips. Her head was spinning, that second round of beer pong had been a mistake, was she leaning forward? Or was he pulling her? She couldn't say.
He put a lost strand of hair behind her ear, tracing her jaw and her upper lip with his thumb.
"Kiss me." He heard himself say.
"Why would I ever do that?" She asked, incredulous.
"Because Josh can't give you what you want." He said carefully.
"And what is that?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Pleasure." He whispered and Maya slapped him, he smiled looking at her more intensely. "Thank you, you just confirmed my suspicions, he can't help you get your release." She slapped him again, harder.
"You're actually thinking about it, aren't you?" He asked lifting his brow. And that one he really felt it, his cheek was burning. He grabbed her hands, "Stop hitting me and kiss me or tell me to let you go and tell Josh to get his shit together and make you come already."
She couldn't move her hands, so she didn't hit him, she couldn't believe herself for actually thinking about it, but everything he had said was true, maybe she was just hard to please, she was not one of those easy girls he was used to.
With the free movements of her hands she grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him forward until his lips met hers, he let go of his grip, pulling her hips forward.
She was in control of the kiss, just like the first time and just like the first time her body felt electricity running through her. There was something about his touch that lifted the hairs on her neck, maybe it was just the adrenaline of knowing this was wrong on so many levels.
He cupped her ass and lifted her with ease, she was even lighter on the water. He moved with her, he knew that in order for this to work out later on it had to be her who was in control or at least believe she was. He only moved when she did, she brushed her tongue against his lips and when he moved to her neck it was her that opened up to give him more access.
It was her who removed his soaked shirt and for that he was really surprised, he wanted to keep going and clearly she did to, but there was always a point of no return and he wasn't sure that he could afford crossing that limit, after all he hadn't planned this.
But everything about her was so intoxicating, the softness of her skin, her legs that simply went on for miles, her flavor and her smell, God her smell played tricks to his mind that sometimes made him forget what was the purpose of all this.
He traveled farther down, just above her chest, he left a trail of hot kisses as he moved, her hands were on his back keeping it warm against the cold breeze, she stopped him when he went too low and lifted his head up.
"You're drunk." He said, looking into her blue eyes, they were burning, but still he couldn't say much of what she was thinking underneath them.
"Well, obviously." She said, bringing him back down again, but he resisted her pull.
"Then this ends here." He stated, he grabbed her hips and lifted her out of the water so she could sit on the edge. He jumped out and sat next to her, Maya watching him carefully, he put his shirt back on, it was cold after standing outside for some time.
"I still don't get you." She said, pointing at him, stretching her words.
"When this happens again I want you to remember." She snorted.
"This is not happening again... never, ever, ever, ever... ever." She moved her head from side to side.
"We'll see." He finished, remembering how she had ended their conversation when he walked her home.