"He's squeaky clean. I can't find one thing to attack this guy on." Maya informed Riley. Her voice giving away how frustrated she was. "Nobody at school has a bad thing to say about him."

"Good." Riley chirped.

"Our only hope is finding something personal." She noticed Lucas walking by and the tension radiating off of him. "Hey, huckleberry."

"Hey Lucas." Riley piped in seconds later.

"Excuse me, I'm dealing with something personal." He nodded before walking further down the hallway with his phone pressed against his ear.

Maya smiled, this could be the opportunity that she's been looking for. Riley was looking at her with a warning glance that Maya didn't notice. Her eyes were trained on the Texan.

"Hello." The blond elongated the word as she snuck closer to him.

"I don't understand why I can't go back this weekend, Sir. No, I'm not trying to argue, but this isn't my home. Texas is my home. But, dad, you told me I would be able to see my friends on weekends if I wanted and I want to see my friends."

Maya looked over at Riley, gauging her reaction as Lucas kept talking. She pulled out her new phone and began recording, needing proof for the campaign, and to remind herself that Lucas wasn't going to stick around. That he would eventually move back home. Back to the Lone Star State, where he will find a good country girl and marry her in a field of blue bonnets.

"Yes, I have friends here. Right now we're all trying to destroy each other."

Maya looked at him again. A bit of disappointment causing her lips to turn downward. Riley watched her for a second in an attempt to read her mind.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I'm the one who didn't want to come to this school in the first place!" It was then that he turned around and noticed the girls watching him and he knew that they heard every word of what was just spoken. "I have to go now."

Lucas walked over to them, his brown eyes trained on Maya. His heart clenched with the fear of what she could do with this information, although he was more afraid that he might have hurt her or Riley, knowing that hurting Riley was not going to win him any points in his game with Maya.

"I suppose you're going to use that against me."

"I would never." Riley tried to assure him, but was cut off.

"Quite, Princess." She then directed her attention to the tall boy standing before her. "What? That you don't want to be in our class? How could that hurt you running for president of our class?" Maya's tone was somber. The hurt evident and Lucas's heart ached knowing he caused it.

"Don't worry, it's only her word against yours." Riley gave a soft smile.

"Unless I have, like, some kind of electronic listening device. Oh, look at that! Boopity-bip-bop-bing." She pulled out her phone and it automatically played the incriminating evidence.

"Lucas." Riley called after him as he gave a guilty look at Maya before walking off. "Maya, get rid of it."

"Riley, we got him. You want to be a Princess? We got him. I know exactly what we're going to do."

"So do I."

"What are you thinking, little plant?"

"Give me your phone."

"What? No!"

"Maya?"

"Fine."

She handed over her phone and knew that within seconds the file was gone. There was no back up. But, if she was being honest, she would never actually hurt her Cowboy like that. Sure they had their game, but this would definitely be crossing the line.

"There, gone. Now it's fair."

Maya only nodded and reluctantly agreed before dismissing herself and walked home. There was something that she needed to do. First, however, was that she needed Huckleberry's phone. It was after that thought that she decided to text him to meet her later that night. He agreed, after she almost begged. That part she didn't like.

"What do you want, Clutterbucket?" Lucas chimed through her thoughts as he slid through her window.

"I'm working on another song. Figured you would want to hear it. Actually, I wanted you to record it for me. I don't have a camera and the one on my phone is crap."

Her tone was sincere, even if her motives were not. He was a gentleman at heart and he also knew that she would probably never sing for him again if he didn't. However, there was something that he wanted to do first.

"After you record something for me, deal?"

This was working out perfectly for her. She needed to get his phone and he was practically handing it over. So, she nodded and opened her hand to him. He handed it over and grabbed the guitar and made sure it was plugged into the amp and everything was set how he needed it.

"You know how to use that right?"

"Of course I do, Hop-a-long."

She quickly thumbed through his favorites list and found two that he contacts a lot. Perfect! Maya sent them to herself and then deleted the messages so he wouldn't see them.

"Are you sure, because you're fiddling with it too much?"

"Shut up!" She flipped the phone so he could see that it was on camera mode.

"Go ahead and start recording."

She did as she was told, for once. His fingers sliding over the frets as he began strumming. It was aggressive and she knew he was pissed off about earlier. That he was mad at her since she was about to ruin his reputation. When he finally sang it was spiteful and his jaw was tight. He looked her right in the eye and she felt an aching for what he thought she was going to do.

"Well she don't need me, 'cause she wants to be free. Well he left me right out the door last night. But, then he calls me, 'cause he needs me. I feel torn inside. So what's it gonna be this time? 'Cause all you wanna see is me cry. I don't wanna stay around. 'Cause all you do is keep bringing me down. So what's it gonna be baby now?"

Maya had heard the song before and she knew what was coming next. She didn't want to hear it, yet she didn't have it in her to stop him.

"I don't need you, 'cause I want this too. I left you with everything I could give. Then you text me, Cause you need me. I just won't reply."

She noticed as he slipped into the chorus again that he actually had a good voice and that since he was singing down a few octaves it actually sounded great. Maya then thought up a rather interesting question. Why was he here if he was so mad at her?

"Stop! I get it okay, you're pissed off at me. No need to sing about it, Ranger Rick."

"Really, because I thought we were friends. Friends don't do this to each other!"

He stood up quickly, the guitar sliding on to the floor with a dissonant high pitched tone. He looked at it for a moment before snatching his phone back.

"I should be going, I'll listen to your song some other time. See you at school, Maya."

He climbed back out the window with one last heart-wrenching disappointed look at her. Maya was frozen for a moment before the dissonance began to hurt her ears. She unplugged the instrument before pulling out her phone to make some rather important phone calls.