Sorry this took more than usual, I have a test on Saturday, it's really hard to balance the writing and the studying, well because... priorities. This is a slow paced chapter, but I really liked the result, yay Lucaya. I miss them, don't you?
This chapter is not so PG so just a warning, if you're a kid: get outta here! or don't, I don't care, just don't tell your parents, but do recommend the story to any of your friends, thanks, k bye!
KING LUCAS
CHAPTER 17
It was Tuesday again, almost a week had passed since they started hooking up and they had only been caught once, in the alley behind her apartment. They were kissing against the wall, as he held her up, Lucas preferred this than lowering to kiss her, it hurt his back less. It was about to get dark, he was dropping her off after they had all gone out to the movies, it had been Riley's idea, but to prevent anything he sat between Zay and Farkle.
"Right on, man!" A homeless guy said from the other side of the alley.
They tried to ignore him, but as Lucas began sucking her neck, she stopped him.
"Hey, Huckleberry." She called him, he looked up to her face that was lit by a red sign of a Chinese restaurant, she was looking away. "That guy is still watching us."
Lucas put Maya on the floor and turned to see this guy, what the fuck was he doing, he was spying on them from behind a dumpster.
"What are you going to do?" Maya asked, frowning. "Start a fight?"
"If I have to, he's a creep." He turned around. "Hey, you!" He said, he was going to walk his way, but a hand stopped him.
"Let it go, let's just leave, I'm hungry." She said, trying to convince him. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing. "Huckleberry, let's go, drop it." He focused in her voice, in her touch, he hadn't noticed but she was holding his arm tightly.
He grabbed her hand to remove her grip, but turned around and walked away, pulling her with him. "Let's go." He said, reaching the busy street in front of her apartment building.
"What the hell was that?" She asked, taking her hand back and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Before he could answer his phone began buzzing, it was his mother, he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?... No, I can pick you up... Yes, I'm actually very close... It's fine... Can we grab some food first?.. Okay, perfect, see you in a bit." He put the phone in his jean jacket again and looked at Maya. "Are you still hungry?"
She nodded, he jerked his head towards the car. He didn't feel like talking anymore, so he turned the radio on and let Maya change the stations like she always did. They reached the hospital in five minutes, he parked on the street, at the usual spot where he picked his mom.
Liz Friar was on the other side of the street in front of the Nighthawk Diner, she was waving at them to come inside. They followed, Lucas' mother was sitting in the booth with no other than Katy Hart, they were laughing out loud, the Texan and the tiny blonde looked at each other, frowning.
"Mom?" Maya asked, when they reached the booth. "What are you doing?"
"Oh hi, babygirl!" She said moving to the side so her daughter could sit. "I was just chatting with Liz here."
Lucas took off his jacket and dropped his body next to his mother.
"So, you know each other?" He asked.
"It was the craziest thing." Liz began. "I always come here to eat when I'm on call."
"And I'm always here." Katy said, they laughed, Lucas and Maya still didn't understand what was going on. "So we stayed talking one night and then the next one and so on and so on."
"And then I asked for a picture of the daughter she couldn't stop talking about and what was our surprise when I recognized the blonde girl that's always at my house." The laughed some more.
"The face she made!" They were out of air, as they cleaned their tears. "Oh, I forgot to ask, are you guys hungry?" She asked, like this situation was not the weirdest thing in the world. Katy got up and headed to the kitchen, placing their orders.
"You never mentioned anything about Ms. Hart." Lucas said, turning to her momma.
"I didn't know I had to check with you when I make a new friend." He was going to say something, but he knew better, he sighed.
"You're right, I'm sorry." He said, glancing quickly at Maya and then back. "I'm glad you made a good friend."
Katy brought them their food and they sat together talking, laughing at their mothers' crazy stories of the guys they had dated, Lucas told the one about his mother gay boyfriend, that everyone else seemed to know about except for her, Maya almost choked with her milkshake and Liz covered her face in embarrassment. It was very nice, Lucas wasn't used to eating dinner with people, besides the days Maya or Zay were at his place, he would seat alone on the couch watching anything on TV.
Right before their little meeting ended Katy got a call from her boyfriend, Steve, after some minutes he was outside the diner ready to pick her up. Maya's mom asked her if she wanted them to drop her off at their apartment, but she looked down at the floor.
"I'll take her, don't worry about it Ms. Hart." Lucas interrupted, Maya half smiled at him, thankful.
"You are an angel." Katy said, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek and running out to Steve's car.
As they were finishing their food, Maya's eyes widened as she pointed out the window.
"Your car!" She yelled. Lucas turned around to see a man that was just finishing loading his truck. He ran out of the diner and crossed the street without checking for cars.
"Hey, that's my car!" The girls heard him say, but they missed rest of the conversation. At the end Lucas was yelling at the man, but he wouldn't budge, he could do nothing but to watch the towing truck take his own. Liz had paid and they were looking at him from the sidewalk on the other side. He screamed at the air, lifting his hands up, furious with the world.
"Are you okay, honey?" His mother asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder, Maya felt like an outsider, kinda out of place, watching the family moment.
"No, now I have to pick up my truck and pay a fucking fine." He said, frustrated, when he looked at Maya he was surprised like he had almost forgotten that she was there.
"Then let's go get it, the sooner the better, it's still early..." His mother began, but he stopped her.
"No, I'll get it." He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. "I'll order an Uber for you, you just finished your shift, I'll walk Maya home and then I'll pick up the car." He sounded like he had already made up his mind about it.
His mother didn't try to convince him otherwise, in a few minutes the Uber was there, she said goodbye to them and got into the car.
"C'mon." He said to Maya, putting his jacket back on, the night was finally upon them and he had to hurry if he wanted to get to the compound in time.
"You'll never get there in time if you detour and drop me off." She began, she turned to the side as if to cross the street, but a strong hand stopped her, pulling her hard by her arm.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, he was angry.
"The compound is that way," she said, pointing in front of her. "We can take the subway in two blocks and cut through 83rd street." He frowned, but he didn't seemed mad anymore, Maya lifted her brow, waiting for his response.
"Lead the way." He said after thinking about it for a moment. The city turned on at night, the tall skyscrapers shone brighter than the moon, no stars could be seen, but they were certainly replaced by the constant planes flying in an out.
"What does it have?" Maya asked, when they were walking after coming out of the subway. "Your car, I mean, why is it so special?"
He looked down at her, this was the first time that she had asked him something like this, something personal. She was interested, that was good, she wanted to get to know him.
"Pappy Joe gave it to me." He didn't offer any other explanation.
She bit her cheek to keep her from digging more into his life. You are not best friends, Maya, he's is just the guy that you kiss sometimes. To her, Lucas was a mistery, the things she had learned about him created a thread of points that were not connected in any way. He was from Texas, he lived only with her mother, he liked to make beautiful pieces of furniture, he rode sheeps, he was smart and lost himself in thought very easily, he could be one person one minute and a completely different human being in another and that was what confused Maya so much. If he changes his personality so much then which of his masks is truly him.
And the thing about mysteries is that people always want to figure them out.
"You drove it all the way here?" She asked, cursing herself for asking.
"Yeah, I even drove behind the moving truck until we reached the state limits." He said, looking ahead.
"How long did it take you to get here?" She continued, his face was still serene as the sea in his eyes.
"Four days, but I detoured, I visited New Orleans and then D.C. and Philly and then here." A smiled showed across his face.
"Sounds really cool." Maya replied.
"It was, driving alone gives you a lot of time to think."
"I've always wanted to do something like that someday, Atlantic City has been the farthest I've been from New York." She said, he laughed.
"You know, that was the first time I ever left Texas." He said, he seemed a lot calmer now.
"Well, it's a big state." She joked, he smiled.
"Yeah, but for a reason this city feels a lot bigger." He stated, looking up to the tall buildings, she didn't want to say anything else. "Look, that's the place and we got 10 minutes before closing."
"Told you." She said, pushing him a little and running ahead, he smiled and ran behind her.
Lucas had to pay 200 dollars for his car and the woman in the booth didn't seem too happy to see costumers so close to closing, but she still gave them the truck and that was more than they could've hoped for.
"See this bent here." He pointed to a valley on the driver's door, Maya nodded. "That was my horse, Belle."
"Wait, you do have a horse?" Maya frowned, noticing the U shape in the bent.
"I had already told you." He frowned back.
"I thought you were kidding." She explained, he snorted. "So you are a cowboy."
He rolled his eyes. "Just get on the damn car." Maya laughed harder.
"Sure thing, Heehaw." She bit her lip wickedly and walked to the other side.
"Nice one, Shortstack." He said, turning the key of the ignition.
"Is no fun if you keep using the same one." She complained, resting her legs on the dashboard, right above her drawing.
"But you really hate it, so I really love it." He grinned, she didn't change the stations this time, they kept asking questions to each other on the ride home. Maya convinced him to go and see the ocean, he liked the idea, it was still early and he had never cared to do that in the time he had of living in New York.
"So you delivered Belle the horse?" Maya asked, watching the boats in the pier, he nodded. "Why Belle?"
"She's a beautiful palomino, a blonde beauty Pappy Joe calls her." He said, turning the heat up, for the cold night.
"Like me?" She asked taunting him.
"No," he easily answered, she felt something resembling to disappointment. "You are way more beautiful." The words rolled out of his mouth so simply she wouldn't have given it a second thought, but they built a pit in her stomach.
Lucas was expecting her reaction, he had taken a bold step, but after tonight it felt right, she has forgotten about who she thought he was and actually believed in the person he had been feeding her.
She tried to hide her crinsom cheeks, but he had already noticed. She didn't know what to say or more like it, she was scared of what she might say, so she decided not to say anything at all.
She moved towards him, climbing over his lap, he stiffened for a second. Her head was just scraping the roof of the car. She leaned down and kissed him.
"I should start talking more about delivering horses." He joked, putting some space between them.
"No, you should start talking less and kissing more." She said, pulling him forward, he smiled against her mouth before reciprocating.
This time the kiss felt with more intent, it was fast and heavy and hot, they were sweating a little after Lucas cranked up the heat. She was moving her hips slowly, rotating a little, driving him crazy, their breathing was ragged, the windows had condensed and blurred the lights from outside.
His experienced fingers unclutched her bra, she stopped for a second, his hands stopped too, she was battling with herself, he knew, but whatever was stopping her was discarded because in the next second she pressed herself harder against his hard, he groaned.
She was good at the teasing, but he was better, she gasped thightening her grip around his neck when his thumbs caressed the soft skin of her breasts and then barely stroke her tips. She arched her head backwards when he kissed from her lips to her jaw and then her neck.
The life went out of them when there was a loud bang on the window, Maya gasped.
"New York City Police, open your window please." Maya got immediatly down and back to her seat, fixing her hair a little bit.
"Yes, officer." Lucas said, pulling his window down.
"License and registration, please." He said, bending down to see inside the car, when he saw Maya he gave her a courtly nod and a knowing look.
Lucas reached to the compartment decorated with the drawing Maya had done and took the corresponding papers. He kicked her bra under his seat with his leg and glanced at Maya who was trying to hold a smile.
"Mr. Friar, from Texas... Long way home, son. How you like the city?" He asked, checking his ID.
"It's noisy and dirty, sir, but it has grown on me." Lucas replied, with a smile, Maya couldn't believe he was so calm.
"It really does, I was from Memphis and now I can't sleep without the noise." The officer returned the papers and leaned over the window. "Your lady, now she looks like born New Yorker."
"Born and raised." Maya said, with an easy smile.
"Well, you seem like good kids and tonight is a school night so why don't you get going and rest a little." He said, smiling back.
Lucas cleared his throat and nodded. "We'll do, sir. Thank you."
"Thank you, officer." Maya repeated.
They drove off quietly, Lucas returned her bra and they shared a long laugh about what had happened. He dropped her off at her apartment.
"Your mom isn't home." He said playfully putting his hand on her leg.
"Nice try, Ranger Rick." She said, taking his hand off and opening the door of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow." He had been so close tonight, tomorrow was a new day and that meant a new opportunity, he was close to getting her, he felt it.