Maya's POV:

I sat in my room all by myself. Luckily, no one was home so I began to cry. I just couldn't handle it. So many emotional things were going on right now, I just didn't understand. Life had loved me back in 8th grade, why didn't it now? I mean, 8th grade was the best year of my life. I got to learn about Shawn more. And 9th grade was amazing at the beginning, that's when I got my dad back. The dad who was destined to be with me all along. Shawn.

I didn't know what I was crying about, particularly, I just knew that I needed Riley, maybe even Farkle or Smackle, but please just one of them....please. They wouldn't skip school for me, though. Would th-

Knock knock.

I quickly stood up and looked in the mirror, my eyes were completely blood shot and even though I wiped my tears, more came out. I just decided to deal with it and answer the door. They knock again. I looked through the peephole to find Lucas. Lucas Frier standing in my doorway. After he called me dad-less, after he called me broken. After he kissed me.

"Go away," I screamed through sobs.

"Let me in, Maya. We need to talk." He said.

"No. We don't. I don't want to talk to you," I said.

I heard his footsteps rise on the door. "Don't make me kick this door open," he joked.

My sobs turned into sniffles as I chuckled. "Fine, just come in," I said.

He walked in and smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes and locked the door back. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say the kiss.

"About how you're....you're broken," he said, surprisingly I guess that, too.

"I'm not broken." I said.

"Yes, you are Maya," he insisted, grabbing his bag. I wonder what was in there.

"Friends aren't supposed to say things to each other like that!" I tell him. He simpers.

"Come on, Maya. Friends are supposed to trust each other to tell them what's right." He said.

I nod. "Yeah, they are. But they're not supposed to tell them the truth if they know that the person is broken and it'll just make them more broken!" I screamed, not realizing he pulled me in for a hug. But when he did I started crying, even though I didn't want to.

"It's okay, Maya," he said.

I smiled through my tears and let go of him, which made him reach for me, but pull back once I smiled at him.

I said something I knew Riley wouldn't want me to hear. "I...I love you, Cowboy," I said, giving him a slight smirk as the last tiny tear fell down my flushed cheeks.

"I love you too, Ms.Broken," he said.

I felt the slightest feeling of displeasure, I didn't want him calling me that. I just wanted to be good ol' Maya Hart. Even being called a short stack of pancakes would be better than this. Why would he even say that? It just made me kind of uncomfortable.

Still, I smiled at him and he smiled back.

Then. No.

We kissed again.

No. why me?