This is it guys, this is the end of the first part of the story. Part II is probably coming out on July, I'm sorry to leave you like this, but right now I'm in college and I need to focus.

Thanks for understanding! Don't worry I'm coming back, I'll even put a date: Next chapter coming on July 25th. If I don't make it to that day then spam me with messages.

KING LUCAS

CHAPTER 19

"What are you doing here?" Maya asked him, opening the window of her room. Lucas was sitting on the firescape. "Go away." She said, closing the window, he stopped her.

"What happened?" He asked, clenching his jaw, he didn't dare look her in the eyes, not yet.

"What do yo think happened?" She snapped at him, taking her head out of the window so he could hear her better. "She won't speak to me!" Her voice broke, there was a knot on her throat, without being able to read Maya's eyes, he had no chance at comforting her.

"I feel terrible." He said to her, lifting his head, he could only see pain in her expression.

"Oh, now you do? I knew this was a bad idea, I knew it." She rested her face on her hands. "I was such an idiot." She muttered, he put a hand on her shoulder and thankfully she didn't move it away.

"Maya, you can't blame yourself..." He tried to say, but she snorted, denying with her head.

"You don't understand, Riley is everything to me." She began, "I don't know if you've noticed but my life is a mess... It has always been like that." She took a deep breath in. "I've never been able to rely on anyone, except for Riley."

"I know, Maya." He said.

"No, you don't!" Instead of crying like he thought she would, she got angrier, like he would do himself. "It has never mattered how complicated my life got, she has always been the one thing that made sense to me. Our friendship is the most valuable thing I have and I ruined it."

"You didn't ruin it," he said in a low voice, "She will forgive you."

"I crossed the line." Maya swallowed the tears that wanted to come down, she wouldn't let him see her at her worst.

"I'm gonna talk to her, I'll fix it, I promise." He said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, she took hers away and entered the room again.

"Leave." She closed the window, but this time he didn't stop her, instead he did as she said, heading to the next person that could help him.

"I'm here to see Farkle Minkus." He said through the speaker phone, it was raining outside, he was sheltered by the entrance of the tall building.

"What's your name?" The person on the other side answered, he had a British accent.

"Lucas Friar, I'm his friend." Lucas said, waiting in the street, he was all the way up in the east side.

"A friend?" He asked, after a few seconds a loud buzz sounded and the door opened.

"Thank you." Lucas finished, grabbing the handle of the door and entering the building. The lobby was big and empty, except for a man behind a desk next to the elevators.

"Good evening sir!" He greeted, Lucas nodded courtly and hopped inside the metal doors. Farkle lived in the last floor, he knew that because Riley had told him, what he didn't expect was that his apartment was the entire floor.

A man in suit was waiting for him as the doors opened, he was holding a tray with a drink in the middle, Lucas frowned.

"Mr. Friar, I presume. Virgin Daiquiri?" He offered, Lucas took the beverage hesitantly.

"Thank you..." Lucas looked around the huge apartment floor, it was beautifully decorated, in front of the elevator sat a fountain, this place had all the luxuries he could imagine. "Where's Farkle?" He asked, distracted by a painting of what he assumed was the Minkus family, Farkle was a carbon copy of his father, although now he showed more similarities of his mother side.

"The young master is upstairs in his room, he doesn't know you are here yet, I can call for him if you'd like." The butler said in a low tone.

"No, uh... I can fetch him myself." Lucas said, he knew Farkle would be upset and he was in his home, he had to be very careful. "Where did you say his room was?"

"Second floor, take a left and it's the third door on your right." The man in the suit disappeared behind a door, Lucas went on, looking at every detail of the house. Even though the place was enourmous, it was empty, he didn't even see a maid on his way to Farkle's room.

There was a loud noise coming from the room, he knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in!" Farkle yelled, his room was arguably the size of Lucas' living room and kitchen together. The skinny boy was standing in the middle, with a VR visor and some kind of remotes in his hands. "Die zombies, die!" He yelled moving his hands around.

"Farkle?" Lucas said, but he didn't listened. "Farkle!" He said louder, he immediately took the visor off and lifted his brow in surprise when he saw Lucas standing in his room.

"How?" Farkle asked, putting his toys in a table nearby.

"Riley once told me where you lived, your butler let me in." Lucas said, watching at him expectantly.

"No one has ever come here before." He said, looking at the floor, Lucas could see why, he felt embarrased by all the stuff he had and nobody had come probably because of Maya.

"I'm here because I need your help." Lucas said, coming closer to him.

"I know why you're here and I can't help you, you should leave." He was going to touch a button on the wall, but Lucas called for him.

"Listen to me, this is all a big misunderstanding." Lucas began, "This was never meant to come this far."

"You hurt Riley," He said it like he had just remembered what Lucas had done. "You broke Riley and Maya." Farkle walked towards Lucas, menacingly. "This all began with you!" He said, shoving his index finger in his chest.

"Farkle, I'm trying to fix this, don't you see?" Lucas said, without moving.

"All I saw was Riley's tears when she told me what you did... what you and Maya did." He was angry, but it was out of jealousy, Lucas had seen it several times before to recognize it. "I thought Maya hated you."

"Now she does." Lucas said.

"And with good reason! You just couldn't settle with one, could you? You had to get them both!" He raised his voice.

"I never wanted Riley, Farkle." Lucas explained, but that made him angrier. Farkle tried to push him, but Lucas barely moved.

"Then why did you lead her on?" Farkle demanded, he pushed him again.

Lucas didn't like being pushed. "Stop." He said.

"Why couldn't you stay with your cheerleaders?" He pushed again, "Huh? You can't just go around life taking everything you want without any concern if people get hurt." He was panting, tired of trying to push Lucas around.

"Do you want to hit me, Farkle?" Lucas narrowed his eyes, tired of his behaivior. "Go ahead, do it." Farkle's hands curled into fists to his sides. "Do it... for your Riley."

"Don't say her name!" Farkle exclaimed, he was so near the edge, there was no going back, Lucas saw that now. Farkle would be useless for getting Maya and Riley fixed, he was too carried away by his feelings for Riley that it seemed like Maya was left in oblivion.

"Hit me, you know you want to... it will make you feel better." Lucas craved the pain, if he wasn't going to be of any help with Riley then he could at least use him for something else. "Did Riley also tell you she kissed me?" That was it, Lucas broke him, he clenched his jaw, ready for the strike. The next second, Farkle's hand made contact with Lucas' face.

His head jerked right, after the impact, he could feel his heart pulsing where Farkle had hit him, but the pain wasn't that bad, he had definitely been hit worse before. When he returned to the initial position, the tall boy was in the floor, holding his hand in pain.

Lucas rolled his eyes and called the butler through the speaker phone, he asked him to bring an ice pack.

"What happened? Are you okay, master Farkle?" The old man said, squatting down to place the ice over his knuckles.

"He hit me, he's fine. Just keep his hand on ice and give him a shot of scotch with some honey, it will make him sleep like a baby." Lucas said, picking his backpack from the floor, he didn't stay there either, he was out of the apartment before anyone could ask more questions.

"I've been waiting for you for hours, where were you?" Zay asked, sitting in front of his apartment door.

"I was trying to clean a mess." Lucas said, opening the door of his house, pouring a glass of water for himself.

"What mess? No one is answering my calls." Zay was next to him, when he noticed the bruise staining his face. "What happened to your face?"

"Farkle hit me." Lucas said, without offering an explanation. He left the kitchen and headed to his room, Zay frowned, he knew Lucas wanted to be alone but he had to know what had happened.

He followed close behind, Lucas had entered the bathroom, when he walked out after a few minutes he changed his shirt, it seemed like he had washed his face and shaved.

"Why would Farkle hit you?" Lucas sighed and gave him one of his pissed looks.

"Riley found out about Maya and me." Lucas said buttoning his shirt. Zay made a pained expression and denied with his head.

"I warned you, I knew this would happen." Zay said, laying down on his bed, throwing a baseball to the roof and catching it with the other hand.

"How could you possibly know?" Lucas asked, he was tired of dealing with his friends, none of them seemed useful for his problem, they were all too carried away by emotions and he couldn't stand it. He would have to go to the source of the problem and yank all the bad roots he had planted.

"In friends with benefits someone always gets hurt, I told you this, but you just waved me off." Lucas listened impatiently while he took his brown boots and sat down to put them on. "It just happened to be Riley the one that got hurt, and hence Maya was also hurt."

"While you..." Zay continued, Lucas lifted his head to see him, was he mad at him too? "You seem completely unaffected by what happened."

"I told you what I was gaining from this." Lucas said, defensively.

"You can't use people like they are some kind of pawns in whatever wicked game you're playing!" Zay finished, hard features replaced the easy smile on his face.

Lucas stood up, his jaw was clenched as hard as he could, he felt the urge to close his fist, but he didn't, instead he opened the door of his room and stood next to it.

"You can show yourself out." Lucas said and left, without saying anything else. He grabbed the keys to his car that stood on a bowl next to the front door. He had to fix things, but for now he had better plans.