I just realized that Glee was still on while this show was made I-
WHY WAS I ON DISNEY CHANNEL WHEN I COULD'VE BEEN WATCHING GLEE???
Maya's POV
I walked back into my room still holding hands with Riley and Farkle, before breaking off from the both of them and throwing myself on my bed. I can't believe this. I watch as Farkle settled into the beanbag that Daya was in as well and Riley joins Charlie on the floor in front of my bed.
"Maya, I am so sorry," I heard Charlie say.
I sighed. I don't want to hear it. "Guys, you should go. It's getting late." After all, things have escalated so much today. Just earlier this night I was on a date with him and now I've broken up with him.
"Maya, are you sure?" Riley said with extreme disbelief. "You're still crying," she pointed out.
I hadn't even realized. I swiped a finger under my eye and there was a lot more liquid than I thought there'd be. "Oh," I choke out. I lower my eyes to my sock-clad foot that was pulled onto my bed.
Riley is at my side in seconds and she pulls me into her side once again. I'm really happy that we're so close. "Are you sure?" she asks again since she hadn't gotten an answer to her question.
"Riley, I really do need some time alone," I tell her. I slowly lift my head to meet her eyes. She stares back with so much concern that it makes me want to comfort her. But she nods. She pulls me into a tight hug that I reciprocate before pushing herself off of the bed and going by Charlie's side, who was already standing up.
"Please call me if you need anything," she urges. I nod slowly with my eyes trailed on the pillow in my lap.
"Sure," I exhale quietly.
I look up as arms drape around me to see Farkle. He squeezes me tightly then pulls away. "Same goes for me, ok?" I shoot an eyebrow up in confirmation and he walks away.
When I hear my door close is when I finally look up, but then immediately throw myself to laying down on my bed. I feel the wetness build up on my forehead and realize that the number of tears I cried was drenching my pillow. I sigh and turn it over. Five minutes after putting my comforter over me and I'm fast asleep.
I've awoken abruptly by shuffling behind me. My eyes are wide and I can't see into the darkness of my room, even though I don't even remember shutting off my lights. I shoot up and out of my bed quickly, coming face to face with a fucking creep.
"Maya, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me!"
I ignore his words as my focus is on my blowing curtains and the open window. Did he really just break into my house? Yeah, this isn't scary at all. Not super invasive and illegal. Then I remember what he said.
"What? No, are you insane?"
"Asking for forgiveness isn't insanity, Maya," he said condescendingly.
"You need to leave, Lucas," I said with the same tone.
He groans. "Ugh, Maya. Stop being so dramatic! It's not that serious. I'm still your friend."
I stare at him for a little before finally setting a frown. "You stopped just being my friend a year ago when you asked me out. And I'm glad because I never want to call you my friend again."
He drops his head to the side. "So this is really it?" he asked in disbelief.
My jaw drops. "Yes! What the fuck? How did you think I would take this?"
He stares at me for a long minute before dropping his head. "Fine," he says walking away. I furrow my brows, good. He turns back around and I almost throw my lamp at him until he says, "You really should start locking your window." Then he climbs out of it. I roll my eyes before stomping over to my window and locking it.
I don't care how sorry he is or better yet, not sorry. He can go take it to Liz, and she's definitely someone who I will not be associating with anymore.
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I wake up in the morning. It's September 8th. Possibly the worst day of the year for the simple fact that school starts up again. The beginning of Senior Year for all of us. I am not excited at all.
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