(Author's note: I apologize in advance if the end of this chapter seems like its not okay for a teen rating.)

Maya's POV

I left the closet and went into the powder room. I looked in the mirror and saw what I expected. My eye makeup was running everywhere from crying.

"Oh well. Prom is over anyway."

I washed the makeup off of my face in the sink. I wasn't quite ready to let myself be in the same room as Lucas, because if I did I might just punch that Hopalong in the face.

Oh, who am I kidding? I can't even reach his face.

I wandered around for a bit and discovered a staircase behind a door. Maybe these are the service stairs to match the service elevator? I found it all rather strange, that employees have a separate elevator, a separate stairway, and a separate entrance. How segregated the world of the one percent must be. It's truly unbelievable that Farkle and I could come from such opposite backgrounds and somehow be such good friends.

I climbed the stairs up one level and exited the staircase. It was dark. To the right it seemed like there was a large room with a grand piano. I walked to the left into a room with an extremely high ceiling. I couldn't find the light switch so I turned on the flashlight in my smartphone. I walked across the room and found the light switch on the other side.

I flipped the switch, illuminating what appeared to be a lavishly decorated conference room. There was a large round table surrounded by chairs underneath a huge chandelier. The was a fireplace in one of the walls with a large mirror hanging above it. The other walls held huge, beautiful paintings. I was mesmerized by the art. Who knew Mr. Minkus was an art collector? In the corner, a portion of the wall was covered by a curtain. I pulled back the curtain and discovered a bay window. Perfect.

There was a hidden door next to the light switch. It didn't look like a door. It looked just like the wall, but you could see the faint outline of the doorway gap. I pushed it and entered into a small hallway. On my right, there was a little alcove like area that appeared to function as a small kitchen to the conference room. On my left was a staircase. Another one? No, wait, I must be back at the main stairs. How does Farkle not get lost in his own home?

I explored the alcove kitchen and stumbled upon a full bar, completely open and accessible. Wow. Mrs. Minkus must really trust Farkle. "She knows we're good kids" he said.

"Well, except Maya."

Riley's POV

When I got back to the living room, more guests had arrived. Haley was taking a selfie with Jade by the fireplace.

"Hey Haley," I said.

She got up to talk to me.

"Have you seen Maya?" I asked her.

"Last time I saw her, she was going to look for you," Haley said.

"Oh," I looked at my phone to try to call Maya, but I couldn't. "Well, this place is huge, and I have terrible service in here."

"Riley, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Haley."

"Well, I don't really know how to phrase this without sounding judgmental..." She trailed off.

"What is it, Haley?" I asked, concerned that I've upset her in some way.

"What are you doing, Riley?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I questioned her.

"With Lucas. With Maya. With pushing me on Lucas. This whole night. What are you doing, Riley?" Haley asked in an accusatory tone.

I didn't really know how to approach her questions. "Well, what is it you think I'm doing?" I responded.

"I don't know. For a second, I thought you were my friend." Haley said.

Ouch. That really made me feel bad. It was never my intention to betray Haley in any way. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Haley, I am your friend, and tonight has been really weird and confusing. Can you just trust that I know what I'm doing?" I said.

Haley laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Did you really just ask me to trust that you know what you're doing after you basically admitted to being confused?" She asked incredulously.

She got me there. Maybe she's right. Maybe I don't know what I'm doing.

I need Maya.

And suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist in an embrace I'd recognize anywhere. It's like she was reading my mind. She planted a kiss on the back of my neck. I smiled.

"Peaches, I was just about to go looking for you." I said.

"I found you first." Maya looked over my shoulder at Haley.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" She asked.

"No. We were just chatting." I answered quickly before Haley could.

"Maya," Haley started. Oh boy. What is she going to say?

"What happened to your eye make up?" Haley asked. I turned my head to look at Maya and noticed her eye makeup was gone.

She looked at me and then looked back at Haley.

"Oh, um, you know, it was starting to itch and it was just irritating me so I washed it off," Maya explained.

Haley raised her eyebrows, skeptically. She doesn't buy Maya's answer.

But what other explanation could there be? I searched Maya's face for clues. Her eyes do look a little red. Could she have been crying?

"Peaches, are you okay?" I asked.

She smiled. "Of course, I am. I have a beautiful prom queen in my arms, who I am stealing right now."

She pulled me away. I waved goodbye to Haley.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to show you something," she said.

Something is not the rooftop, is it?" I asked.

"Nope. It's better," she said.

Maya's POV

I took Riley by the hand and lead her up the service stairway to the conference room that I had stumbled upon earlier.

"Wow," she said. "Look at this chandelier, look at this art,"

"And" I added, pulling back the curtain in the corner. "Look at this bay window."

Riley smiled and said "Bay window. Bay window right now."

The light switch had a dimmer, so I turned the lights down low. I sat down in the bay window and patted my lap for her to join me. She sat down on my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her. Finally. She's in my arms and we're sitting in a bay window, and Lucas can't take her away from me.

I started to kiss her neck softly. She seemed to like it. She's taller than me, so when she's sitting on my lap, the bottom of her neck is at the perfect height for my lips. I started to suck on her neck softly.

"Peaches, are you trying to give me a hickie?"

"I'm marking my territory," I teased.

"You don't have to, love. Everyone already knows I belong to you," she said. I don't know if I agree. I think Lucas needs could use a reminder.

I sucked on her neck a little harder. She let out a cute, quiet moan.

"Peaches, not my neck, it'll be hard to hide it from my parents," she complained. Yes, indeed. Hard to hide from everyone. Like Lucas.

"But your neck is where it feels good." I argued.

I carefully picked her up from my lap, layed her down across the bay window, and straddled her. I resumed kissing and sucking on her neck.

"Peaches, are you trying to seduce me?" she asked.

"Always" I replied, deviously.

Riley's POV

Maya was driving me crazy and I was enjoying every minute of it. She knows exactly how to kiss me and it overloads my senses in the best possible way. She unzipped my dress and ran her hand down my back, giving me goosebumps. Not that I'm complaining but, how far is she planning to take this?

"Peaches?"

"Yeah, sunshine?"

"Are we going really going to be that cliche couple who loses their virginity to each other on prom night?"

"Of course we are. I'm tired of being groundbreaking. Let's be cliche, just this once," Maya answered. I couldn't help but smile. I love her witty comebacks.

"Are we really going to get naked in the window though?" I asked.

"This building is way taller than all the neighboring ones. Nobody can even see us up here," she argued. This is true.

Her hand found it's way to my bra. She was going to try for second base. Well, you can't slide into second without touching first. I needed her lips on mine. Now. I grabbed her face and started to make out with her passionately. She was kissing me harder than usual. I didn't mind it at all. But something was definitely off about it. It still felt good. But something was different. She doesn't taste like Peaches. I pulled away from our kiss, and then I could smell it on her breath. Before it was masked by her perfume, but now my nose was close enough to her mouth to tell.

"Maya, have you been drinking?" I asked her.

She looked down, and then her gaze wandered out the window. Her eyes were trying to avoid the question. Maybe that's why her eyes looked a little red.

"Maya."

"Yes," she admitted.

"How much?"

"Not much."

"Where did you even get it from?" I asked her.

"The little room next to this one has a bar."

"Maya!" I sat up and zippered my dress.

"Are you mad?" She asked, with her adorable, sad eyes, that make me melt every time. I want to be mad. But she knows I can't be when she does that.

"Why were you drinking?" I questioned her.

"I just saw the bar and got curious and it was just an impulsive decision."

Maya can't help herself when it comes to breaking the rules sometimes. This I've always known about her. She's a wildflower.

"We can't continue like this," I said.

"But weren't we having fun?" she asked.

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you," I said.

"But I'm the one being aggressive!" she argued.

"Yeah, just like I was the night I got kicked out, and you put the brakes on it because I was vulnerable, and you were right." I replied.

"Well, I could take you to the next room and you could do a shot or two, to get on my level," she said with a smirk and a wink. Wow, drunk Maya is a flirt.

"Spoken like a true bad influence," I said.

"Is that a yes?" she hoped.

"Are you crazy? We can't both be drinking. One of us has to make sure we get home okay. Besides, hooking up in here can't possibly be a good idea, when Farkle's mom could come home at any moment and walk in on us." Someone has to be rational here.

"Yeah, she'd probably tell our parents." Maya supposed.

"And then we'd be screwed." I said.

Maya started giggling uncontrollably.

"What?"

She said through her giggling, "We'd be screwed, literally. Screwed for getting caught screwing," she laughed even harder.

I slapped her on the arm for making a dirty joke.

"Maya!" I scolded. "This is a teen rated story! You're not supposed to be drinking, and we're not supposed to be screwing until the continuation!"

"Oooh, is that one gonna be rated M for Mature? 'Cause I really hope so," she winked.

I slapped her arm again. She resumed giggling. Well, at least Maya is a happy drunk. I bet Lucas would probably be an angry drunk.

She was still giggling. I took her hand in mine.

"The sound of your laughter is my favorite sound, even when you're drunk," I said, sincerely. Her giggling settled into a blushing smile and she kissed my hand.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."