Authors notes: This is set like a week after the previous chapter. The first part is set a day after though :) This chapter includes a OC character that I have made up. His name is Dylan. Enjoy! Rate and review if you like my story :) Thanks for reading guys, really appreciate it.

Lucas POV

The day after Maya and I's yelling match, I stayed clear of Maya, Farkle, and Riley for the most part; there was no way I could face Maya after what had happened the night before.

A few days later I was convinced that the feelings I felt about Maya had been pushed aside, but I began to doubt myself once more when I arrived at Svorski's bakery that Thursday. I had avoided Maya for the entire week, but I knew that I had to at least speak to her.

I glanced around for my friends and saw Farkle, Riley and another girl who wasn't Maya sitting down, eating some type of desert. The girl had long, silky, straight, blonde hair and was dressed head to toe in pink and purple. I glanced over at her curiously, until I realised that this girl was actually Maya.

I stopped in my tracks, stunned at what I was seeing. Maya looked gorgeous, but she didn't look like herself. Riley looked up at me, I cringed a little, hoping that they didn't see me staring.

"Hey Lucas," she said, throwing me a smile, and I felt comforted by her warmness. "I've missed you, where have you been?"

"Yeah, same. Sorry I've been busy…" I trailed off while shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay," Riley said as she kissed me on the cheek. I took a seat next to Riley, and turned to face Maya.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, slightly weirded out by her new 'look.'

"Clothes, duh," Maya shot back while rolling her eyes. Maya was the queen of snarky; at least that hadn't changed.

I chuckled a little. "I know that, but, why do you look like a Barbie doll?"

Maya scoffed. "Excuse me? Are you saying that I look like a blonde bimbo?"

"No, you look nice, you just don't look like yourself," I explained cautiously.

Maya nodded her head. "Yeah, well Dylan never would have noticed me while I was wearing my normal clothes. He prefers girly girls, like Riley and Missy."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well than obviously Dylan isn't the one for you," I stated, believing that she deserved better. I believed that if he didn't like Maya for who she was, he didn't deserve her.

"Oh what would you know," Maya muttered while bringing a forkful of cheesecake to her mouth.

I wanted to convince her how wrong it was to go out with his guy, but I didn't want to ruin her mood. I could tell just how happy and content she was with him.

"Last night Dylan took me for a walk in the park, and it was so romantic," Maya started a story and I felt a sudden pull at my chest as she mentioned him. "And we're going on another date tomorrow night!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Awesome," I said, trying to sound as supportive as I possibly could. I felt the pull in my chest a second time as I thought of her relationship with Dylan. Was she really going to date someone who really didn't know the real her?

The next night I planned to meet Riley, Farkle and Maya at the bakery before Maya's date; why I agreed to it I had no idea. It was clearly torture for me to even imagine Maya with Dylan, so I didn't understand why I was forcing myself to see her with him. Maybe I just wanted to make sure she was really happy. I really hoped that she wasn't changing herself for nothing. I didn't mind the new Maya, but I liked her real side more, and I didn't want her to lose that Tomboyish part of herself just for a guy.

Maya Pov (Bakery)

After some time thinking, I realised that I wasn't acting myself when I was with Dylan. Of course I liked him, but I didn't like him enough to change my whole personality.

I turned to face him slightly. "I need to talk to you about something," I paused for a moment, "I haven't really been acting like myself ya know?" He furrowed his eyebrows quizzically.

"I've been dressing up like a little Barbie doll, and trying to act all 'prim and proper' but the truth is...I'm not like that," I explained. "I really like you, but if you don't like me for me, than we're gonna have to break up..." I trailed off disappointingly.

Dylan shook his head. "I like you, Maya, and I don't wanna date some prim and proper girl anyway, I'd rather be with the real Maya Hart," he said with a sweet smile. I couldn't believe it; he actually liked the real me? I always put up a front of me being a confident girl, but deep down I was actually insecure about some things. I never thought I was worth any guys attention; I thought I was too broken.

"Seriously?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yep!" He urged me again, and I smiled with relief.

"But, I thought you only started to like me because of how girly I looked?" I asked with confusion.

He laughed in response. "Nah girly girls are overrated. I like you for you Maya."

"Awesome!" I said in disbelief as the grin returned to my face, and he matched my smile. I turned around and skipped over to Farkle, Riley and Lucas, who had obviously heard the whole conversation. Riley was grinning from ear to ear, along with Farkle and Lucas, but I noticed that Lucas's smile seemed a bit fake. Wasn't he happy for me? Did he really dislike me so much that he couldn't even be happy for me?

(Date)

The two of us were standing at the edge of the dock, watching the water as it slapped almost silently against the wood. Our date had been blissful; we had eaten dinner at a really fancy Italian restaurant. I was really full by the time dessert came along, but there was no way I was going to say no to the delicious Chocolate cake that came afterwards.

Dylan was the perfect gentleman the entire night. I was happy with him, but I constantly had the feeling in the back of my mind that I couldn't be myself entirely around him. And even though I really liked him, the little voice that I almost never listened to was telling me that this wasn't right.

"What is it Maya?" Dylan asked, as I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Oh, um, sorry…" I paused for a moment. "It's just…I don't know about this Dylan."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a really great guy and I really do like you, but I feel like something isn't right with us. I mean, I've changed myself for you, and I don't think I wanna to do it any more," I stated.

"Maya," Dylan said softly, placing his hand on my cheek and causing goose bumps to rise on my neck, "I like you just the way you are."

He leaned in and placed his lips against mine ever so slightly. My eyes closed as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. I allowed him to pull me closer, noticing how he seemed to know exactly what he was doing; this kiss was different than the one I had shared with Lucas. As soon as the image of my kiss with Lucas jumped to mind my eyes sprang open, and I pushed away from Dylan, breaking the kiss just as he was about to deepen it further.

I turned my face away from him, my heart jumping as I realised something. My feelings for Lucas hadn't gone away after all. I had desperately tried to love Dylan in order to forget about my feelings for Lucas, but it had backfired. Now I knew that there was no way I could escape my feelings for Lucas.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized to him as I turned to look at him once more, his face filled with distress. An awkward silence came over us.

"Dylan," I broke the silence, trying to get Dylan to say something. When he didn't respond I took a deep breath and continued. "Listen Dylan, this isn't me. I know you say you like both sides of me, but who I am with you right now, isn't even a little close to how I really am. Now I have a question to ask you, is that alright?"

He nodded in response, and I took a deep breath and prepared to speak. "Last week…before I changed, did you like me romantically?"

Dylan hesitated before answering, then silently he shook his head.

"Exactly, you only started liking me after I changed my personality and looks…If I went back to who I really was tomorrow you wouldn't even notice me. And I'm sick and tired of pretending."

"I understand," he responded, and I smiled up at him. "It was great being your boyfriend while it lasted though. Can I ask you something? Just don't get angry, okay?"

I nodded my head in response, and Dylan smiled. "Do you like someone else?"

I froze as I felt my cheeks redden. "What? Of course not!" I exclaimed, in denial.

Dylan's smile remained. "Well, whoever he is," Dylan held his hand up as he saw me wanting to interrupt. "He's a lucky guy. You're a great girl Maya, don't forget it."

I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it, and decided to just say thank you instead.

"Thanks Dylan." I said whole heartedly. "Thank you."