Hey guys, this is the last chapter of this story, it was always meant to end here and then I'd publish a one-shot of what happens after the first chapter, but that it's not finished yet and i want to start publishing my new story. Thank you if you got this far and gave me a chance, I hope to see you in my next story. -AGA-


ROCKY START. CHAPTER 9

The Texans are on the last quarter, the game in a turn of events has been insane, they are head to head. I'm on the edge of my couch, Maya is sitting on the other side, watching me, though she was never a football person. She has been cold since I got here. Oh no, foul, damn it, we are 15 yards behind. Maya sighs, she is going to kill me if I don't ask what's up.

"Maya what's wrong?" I ask her, after I notice it's the third time she looks at me with anger.

"How can you act like everything is fine?" She asks me, but I don't know what she's talking about. Did I forgot to do something? Shit, was tonight date night?

"What?" I ask, frowning.

"You lied to me." She says, I see rage in her eyes, my heart starts beating fast.

"What are you talking about?" I turn the TV off, because this is serious and I know it.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She points at me.

"No, I don't. You are acting crazy."

"Who is Leah?" My heart stops, my jaw falls. "Oh so now you are silent, who the fuck is Leah and you better answer me before I storm out of this place."

I remain silent, but she stands up and I take her wrist to stop her.


"She's a friend." He tells me, he dares tell me that, like I don't know anything. I scoff at his answer, my blood boiling.

"Oh, just a friend?"

"I didn't cheat on you, if that what you're thinking." My heart aches when he says those words.

"Who is she?!"

"She's from my culture class." He says, but I don't care about that.

"And what is your relationship with her?" I ask her, but he looks at the floor. "I swear to god Lucas, you better tell me what the fuck is going on?"

"We just talk." He's avoinding the answer I want, this pressure in my chest is killing me, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You just talk?" I clean my tears away, he is looking at the floor and it just enrages me more. "You just talk?!"


"You've been talking to her for months!" She yells at me, my heart sinks slowly with shame and pain and sadness.

"It's not..."

"Don't you dare!" She stops me.

"I wasn't..."

"Don't you dare lie to me another second." Her voice breaks at the end, which brings tears to my eyes, I close them to keep them from falling.

"Maya..."

"You've been lying to me for months..." She's crying and I don't know what to do.

"I never did anything."

"You didn't..." She scoffs. "You practically have a relationship with her!"

"That's not true."

"Oh, you're calling me a lier now?" She steps back.

"No, that's not..."

"She said she loves you!" She throws her arms to her sides.

"Maya..." I walk closer to her, maybe she can listen to me.

"Two months ago."

"Listen to me..." I try to reach her hands, try to calm her down.

"Two fucking months ago!" She pushes my hands away.

"Let me explain." I beg.

"I saw the chats, Lucas." She says, taking a deep breath in. "You talk to her every time we are not together, which recently has become normal. She says I love you every time you say goodnight..." She cries again.

"And you..." She points at me with a shaky hand.

She grabs her bag and heads for the door.

"Maya, let me explain to you." I say desperately.

"I can't..." She says, sniffing. "I've been reading your messages, and I just can't deal with this anymore." She opens the front door, but I stop her.

"Don't leave, let's talk about this, let me fix it." I step closer to her.

"I thought if we spent more time together you'd stop, but I saw the hours, Lucas... you talked to her when I was sleeping." She cleans her face. "You gave up on us and that's what hurts me the most."

"I haven't, Maya please let's talk about this, I'll tell you everything. Please, baby, I love you."

She closes her eyes and looks up, the tears drop down from her chin to her chest.

"Yesterday you replied 'me too'."

She turns around and leaves. I sit back in the couch, tears in my cheeks and a knot in my throat. When I turn the TV on I find out that the Texans lost their game, and I lost her.