Fix You

i can explain; six

"wow, okay so you just punched him in the face." lucas observed as we walked out the front of the house.

"uh huh." i said as i continued to walk through the crowd of sweaty dancing people.

i pause to wave at scott, and i mouth thank you to him.
he nods at me and continues to enjoy the party.

we were almost out the front gates (past the big tree) when the music was cut off, and a roar of disapproval erupted from the crowd.

i turn around to see what's going on, and I freeze in shock.
"hey hart, friar, where ya going?" matt says grabbing the mic that went unused during the entire party until now.

"away from you prick!" i scream over the crowd.

"maya lets go." lucas said tugging my hand toward the gate and away from trouble.

"come on princess, don't be like that." he cooed into the microphone.

"i'm not your princess, asshole. and i never will be!" i spat.

"maya come on-" he said before I cut him off.

"just wait for me by the gate." i say through gritted teeth.

"alright hart, i tried doing this the easy way, but i guess someone's gonna have to feel some pain." he said glancing over at Lucas.

my face went pale.

"no," i said softly.

"no you son of a bitch, you wonder why girls don't like you for anything but your body, HERES THE FUCKING ANSWER, your personality is absolute shit, and you have to threaten someone to get a date. you are pathetic, extremely pathetic. and if you lay a hand- matter of fact, a fucking finger on lucas i will make you wish you were DEAD." i scream at him, before lucas walked back over to me and dragged me away from the argument.

"oh you just wait sugar, you just wait." matt calls after me.

while lucas is dragging me away i hear matt over the microphone..

"party's over bitches! clear out."
people start groaning and leaving through the back gate.

once we're out of sight, lucas lets go of my hand and shoves my right shoulder back so i'm facing him.

"what the hell maya?! he's going to kill me. he's going to literally murder me." lucas says towering above me.

my breathing started to pick up.

"i-im sor- sorry." i wheezed out.

"maya what's wrong?" he asks, his anger turning into worry.

i take my phone out of my back pocket and toss it to lucas.

"call riley." iwsay quickly in between rushed breaths.

"okay okay-" he says.
"password?" he asks as soon as he turns the phone on.

"your birthday." i say fast and, he smiles ever so slightly before he hurried to reach riley's contact.

he hits call and i shut my eyes so tight praying that she'll answer.

he hits speaker and her voice comes through the phone.

"peaches?" she asks in a groggy sleeping voice, because it's like eleven thirty five at night.

"riley, Maya's having a panic attack." lucas says fast.

"maya! calm down. it'll pass, it'll pass.  you're fine. imagine we're sitting at the bay window. like the good ol' days." riley says over the phone, that was still in lucas's hand.