Look how far we've come, this chapter changes everything, I think I'm going to write the next one and then leave for a while, just as I finish my semester. Thanks for giving this story a chance and me too!
KING LUCAS
CHAPTER 18
Lucas was talking to Zay against his locker, laughing about a meme his friend had showed him. They had a geometry test today, Lucas wasn't nervous but Zay kept on repeating and repeating the formulas.
"Dude, relax, you'll do fine." Lucas said, tired of hearing him say the same thing.
"Easy for you to say, you keep getting A's without studying." Lucas smiled and shrugged, he understood everything so there wasn't any need of practicing, every excercise could be resolved with the calculator.
"Just remember the perfect circle, that's all you need." Lucas said, watching Maya walk towards them, her blonde mane moving with each step, she was wearing a skirt, his eyes were lost in her legs and in every step she made.
"Hey, Hart." Zay said, but she ignored him, she pushed Lucas against the lockers hard, making an stroundous sound, all the eyes in the hall were looking at them.
"What the hell?" Lucas frowned, his features hardened.
Maya looked around, the people that were staring adverted their looks and walked faster. When there was less people in the hallway she lifted her hair and pointed to a purple stain on her neck.
"You gave me a hickey." She said angrily, Lucas widened his eyes and looked at Zay, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, I already know he knows, it was obvious." She said, before Lucas had the chance to ask for an explanation.
Zay took the blonde's hair up again and snickered at it, Lucas joined him, but Maya pushed him again, he flinched.
His friend laughed harder until Maya threatend him with her menacing blue eyes, Zay made a fake excuse and left the two to have at it with each other.
"Seriously, Huckleberry? What are you, five?" She asked, fixing her hair so the stain was impossible to see.
"I'm much bigger," Lucas joked. "You should know." He grinned.
"You're a dick." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's what I was talking about." She didn't seem amused by the joke.
"What am I supposed to tell Riley now?" She lifted her brow.
"That it was her uncle." Maya looked at him like he had just given the most obvious answer, he didn't get her. She began walking away, Lucas followed her.
"And what am I going to tell him?" Lucas opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of anything at the moment. "Exactly."
"Just put some make up on it, I don't think he'll notice." She was still worried, Lucas had never seen her like this, he stopped her, putting himself in front. "Look, I'm sorry, I honestly didn't know that I'd make one." She didn't believe him. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." He finished, trying to look as guilty as possible.
She didn't say anything else, she was still mad at him.
"C'mon, smile for me." He said, showing all of his teeth, she rolled her eyes. "What if I take you for a milkshake after my practice and your workshop," she bit her cheek. "Huh? Would you give me a little smile now?" He teased, poking her ribcage, at the spot where she was ticklish, she laughed.
"Fine." She said, walking ahead. "But this doesn't mean I'm not angry with you." He was going to call it a win.
He was fresh out of the showers, the team had invited him to Billy's house to play some poker, but he refused, he had to drop Maya off.
"Maybe next time." He said picking his training bag and his jacket from the rack.
"Leave him guys, he has changed us for that group of nerds he hangs out with." Taylor said, some of the team members laughed.
"Watch it, Taylor." Lucas warned him, but didn't stay to hear his response, he left the building and headed for the art room.
When he walked in she didn't even turn around to see him, she was singing a song so she probably was listening to some music. He was going to scare her, but when he approached her from behind he saw her painting and stopped. It was a beautiful look of the ocean, just like they had seen it yesterday, but it was morning, it was still early in the painting, some part of the sky was dark and the moon could be seen above. The city on both sides, the boats in the middle and birds in the sky, he didn't know she was as talented.
"Wow," escaped from his mouth, he was so close that she heard him and jumped, gasping by the surprise.
"What were you doing? I didn't hear you come in." She asked turning her chair around to see him, his eyes were still on the painting.
"I was gonna scare you, but I saw your painting and I... it's so good." He said, looking down at her. "I didn't know you could paint like this." She flushed, avoiding his eyes.
"Thanks." She said. "It is the part of the city we were at yesterday." She explained.
"You painted this in a day?" He asked, incredulous.
"No," she snorted. "I've been painting it for a while, but I wanted to see it at night, get a different perspective of things."
"Do you have more like this one?" He asked, looking around the room at the hanged paintings to see if he could recognize Maya's work.
"Yes, in my house." She answered.
He turned to her again, getting closer this time, somehow she looked even better with the paint-stained shirt on, with some harilocks framing her face while the rest stood in her messy bun.
"You are amazing." He said, leaning down to kiss her but his face was met by a cold brush filled with painting. He could feel the cold paint on his right cheek and over his nose.
Maya bit her lip, holding a smile, the streak of paint went from his ear to the brim of his nose.
He touched it with the fingertips on his right hand and they returned blue. He narrowed his eyes, Maya's breath caught, there was something dangerous in his eyes, something she had never seen before, she was so focused on his eyes that she barely noticed the grin forming on his lips. His eyes moved right, to the pallette that was sitting on the table, she followed his eyes and began to walk backwards.
He lunged right and the next second he was holding a big brush with yellow paint. The jar with brushes fell to the ground, but they paid no attention to it. Maya was standing behind a big table, so it could be between them. What he intended was clear, he was directly in front of her, every time he moved left she did the same so they were always across from each other.
"You don't need to do this." Maya said, watching him carefully.
"Oh, I think I do." He moved again, he looked down at the table, it wasn't very tall.
"Please, don't do it." She begged him.
"I have to do it." He said, like he didn't have any other choice.
As fast as he could, he made her think he was going to go left, so when she moved, he jumped over the table and slid across it, she tried to escape but it was too late, he caught her in his arms. She kicked around trying to get loose, but his hold was too strong. He laid her down on the table, holding her arms and in one swift motion he painted a yellow strike from her chin, over her nose and reaching her cheek bone. He let her go, she remained still, accepting her loss, he let out a big breath he was holding and smiled.
After some seconds she sat up straight, her legs dangling in the air, she looked so funny he couldn't stop smiling, she was doing the same and Lucas couldn't help but think about how he must look right now.
He was going to come closer but she stopped him, putting her arm in the air.
"Leave the brush." She threatend.
He lifted his hands, like he was at gunpoint and slowly bent down to leave the brush in the floor, to make it even better he kicked it as far away as he could. He lifted his brow, in questioning and she called him using her index finger.
She was smiling, when he was close enough, she rested her hands on his shoulders, playing with the neck and the first button of his shirt. He began to lean down again, when he was so close that their lips were almost touching, she held his face as hard as she could and she began rubbing her painted face all across his. He tried to pull away, but he couldn't, now he felt the paint in his hair, forehead, chin, brow... everywhere.
When she finally let him go, he opened his eyes and looked at her, they bursted out of laughter. Her face had some shades of yellow, others were blue, but it was mostly a giant green blob. She cleaned the paint that had ended above her mouth, crunching her nose at the taste of some paint. His face was similar, the green they had mixed made his eyes pop.
He approached and settled himself in the space between her legs. His hands resting weightless over her thighs, his fingertips playing with the hem of her long paint-stained shirt. She unfolded a sleeve and carefully used a tip to clean mis mouth too. She worked slowly and delicately, she was concentrated at the task in hand, while he watched her every move, like it was happening in slow motion.
She glanced at him and smiled, he just noticed right there, her eyes hadn't change, they had no light in them, but he knew she was starting to like him, he could feel it. He didn't know why her eyes didn't change, he couldn't explain it, but he had her.
He grabbed her hand and removed it, cleaning his mouth as fast as he could, she laughed and pulled him down. He didn't or more like it, he couldn't wait anymore. He began unbuttoning her shirt, he put it behind them. His finger crawled inside her skirt, pulling her towards him. This reminded him of their very first kiss, that seemed so long ago and it had happened for so many different reasons, but that kiss was the one that started all of this.
She laid down on the table, like she had been a few minutes ago. He didn't jump on the table with her, instead he rested his arms on both of her sides and leaned down to kiss her again.
For a second, just for a tiny moment they let go, lost in their own world. His mind went quiet for second, all of him concentrating on the feels that surrounded him, her smell, the smell of paint, her hands tangled in his hair, the heat on her skin, her breasts pressing against his chest, how the paint was beginning to dry on his cheek and forehead.
They were careless for one second, which was probably the longest second on Riley's life.
"Peaches?" She said, Lucas lifted his head, to see the tall brunette still holding the knob of the door. Her mouth was open, but Lucas focused on her eyes, he saw the light go out of them, but he hadn't planned it to be this way. Tears began rolling down her cheeks, her eyes red with pain.
Maya gasped pushing Lucas away and jumping from the table.
"Riley!" Maya said, forgetting about Lucas.
"That's what you've been doing this whole time, behind my back?" She said, sniffing, cleaning the tears from her eyes. Lucas remained silent.
"No, Riley," Maya grabbed her shirt from the table and tried to clean the paint from her face as best as she could. Riley's face was filled with disgust, it seemed like just now she had noticed their painted faces, she ran out of the room.
Maya ran after her, Lucas finally reacted.
"Maya wait!" He said, grabbing her wrist, she yanked her arm free.
"Not now Lucas!" She said, angrily and disappeared through the door. Lucas. This fucked everything, he didn't feel the same satisfaction on knowing that Riley's light was off, maybe because you didn't do it like it was planned, it was the betrayal with Maya that took it away, not you, that's what he told himself. Lucas.
Now it was up to him to do the clean up for this mess, aftermath control, he called it. Lucas. But this one was going to be hard, he was very very fucked.
But as the noise returned to his head, there was one thing he could hear as clear as it was said.
Lucas...
She had never called him that.