Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter One ♕ - Game On Pretty Boy.

                  "Maya Hart!" I yelled at Maya. We were in my apartment, watching Dear John when Maya felt like it was the right moment to make fun of Channing Tatum. "Take that back." I demanded, narrowing my eyes at her.

She smirked, "It's true honey."

I gasped, "It is not!"

She nodded, "Yup, it sure is. That guy was a–"

"Maya!"

She put her hands up in surrender. "What? Riley, come one." She raised her eyebrow at me but I just looked away. "Okay then, I take it back even if it is true. Happy?"

I turned to look at her, smiling. "Much happier."

"Good." She leaned back on the sofa, frowning. "Riles?"

I hummed in reply, too concentrated on the movie.

"Tell me again why we would sit here, watching sappy love story movies, instead of being on Missy Bradford's party." She nudged my arm a few times, leaning towards my shoulder with her head. She was whining like a baby at this point.

I sighed, "Because, Missy, as you may know, isn't very...fond of us."

She shrugged, "So? We aren't very fond of her either." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I just want to go to a party, Riles." I rolled my eyes.

"Maya, you know what my dad thinks of parties."

My dad hated parties. He had told me million of things about what could happen at a party. Drinking, dancing, drunk people etc. Everything you needed to know about them, or at least I think so. He had described it all like it was a horrible place, a place where everything would go wrong. He didn't want me going to a party because he was scared anything would happen to me.

"Riley," Maya made a grimace. "Your dad is over exaggerating. A party isn't that bad, it's actually pretty fun to be honest. A lot of people will be there and there is lots of dancing." She smiled.

I frowned at her. "But Maya, they grind on each other. They drink alcohol."

"Geez, for not wanting you to go to a party, your dad seems to have told you about lots of things." She stood up, walking over to the kitchen.

"He is looking after me, Maya." I walked over to the fridge taking out two bottles of coke. "And he looks after you too, you know." I pointed my finger at her, reminding her that my dad has been nothing but nice and caring towards her.

"Okay, okay you're right!" She laughed. "Maybe, we could go to a party if I looked after you and broke every bone of whoever tries making a move on you."

I bend down laughing, "Y-yeah do that."

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Lucas POV.

                I slammed the school doors open, making people turn their heads my way. The girls were fanning themselves whilst the guys where playing as if they were something. Fake people.

I walked through the hallway, minding my own business. It had been a long night after the party. I hadn't taken a girl home, not this time, but my dad had been drinking. He had been packed and when I came home, things went out of hands. Underneath my shirt, the bluish and purplish wound was stinging like hell.