Author's Note: Hi guys! So, despite the announcement for a cancellation of GMW on Disney Chanel, I have decided to write this fanfic anyway. Besides, I still have hope. Keep supporting GMW to be continued on a different platform!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story. I'm rating it T, although I guess it could be M? It'll be a Lucaya/Riarkle story, perhaps a little cliche too (but who doesn't need a cliche fanfic)! I'm not sure how often I'll update this—I'll try to do it once a week—but who knows? Thanks for your support. xx

CHAPTER ONE - MAYA

"I still can't believe that you and Lucas actually broke up," Maya said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Riley, as they rode the 6 train to school. Riley and Lucas had been dating since the 7th grade; the only couple that beat them in length of a relationship among the kids was Darby and Yogi. It was almost like the end of an era.

"Yeah, well, it was mutual. We're fine. We weren't getting anywhere romantically, anyway. By the end of it, we weren't even kissing." Riley shrugged. "This is what happens when you're gone for the whole summer, Peaches. Everything changes."

Maya rolled her eyes playfully at her best friend's passive aggressiveness. "Riles, you know it was an opportunity I couldn't miss. A summer internship in Paris at The Louvre? How could I refuse? What kind of artist would I be if I said no?"

"Oh, speaking about Paris, did you find any French boys?" Riley ribbed Maya, earning a giggle from the blonde. "Makeouts on top of the Eiffel Tower? Making love in the City of Love? French boys would probably be the best in bed…"

"Riley!"

"What? Can't a girl be curious?"

"Oh please, I'd only bore you. All of my time was spent with the art—not boys."

Maya watched as Riley shook her head. "Fine, if you're not gonna put yourself out there, then I will. This year—Senior year—I will get you a boyfriend."

Maya walked through the halls of Abigail Adams High School alone for the first time as a senior. She remembered when she had been a freshmen, and a group of seniors had taught them valuable life lessons. She wondered if she would do the same with her friends. It was weird to think about, but it was also kind of amazing too—they were truly growing up.

She eventually found her locker (which wasn't next to Riley's—Riley had cried when they found out their lockers weren't near each other) and entered to combination to open it. She tossed her books inside, finally relieved from its crushing weight—somehow, Riley had convinced her to sign up for more AP classes this year, and Maya was most certain that she would regret listening to her best friend about halfway through the year.

"Maya!" a familiar voice called out, footsteps approaching her.

She turned around slowly, eyes falling on none other than Lucas Friar's sea-green ones.

"Hey, Huckleberry," she said with a small smile. She wasn't sure what to say due to Riley's vague explanation of their breakup. Whose fault was it? How did it really go down?

Lucas visibly tensed, his rather large muscles tight. "Ah, I guess Riley told you about the breakup."

"You guessed right," she replied lamely.

Lucas frowned slightly. "Maya, it was mutual. You don't have to be mad at me or anything. Riley and I are fine. We talked it over. We're good."

"I believe you, it's just that—" her voice trailed off.

"It's just what?"

Maya sighed, she didn't have the energy to fight him. It was only the first day of school, after all. "Promise me that things won't be weird?"

Lucas nodded. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"Look, I think Riley and Lucas will be fine. Isadora and I are okay," Farkle said reassuringly, taking a bite from his apple. The cafeteria was filled with students, all conversing about different subjects. The core six sat together at their usual table in the right corner which was practically reserved for them alone—all four years they had sat there together.

"Although that is true, Farkle, we only dated for a year and a half when we were like 14. We didn't even kiss!" Smackle countered. "Riley and Lucas, on the other hand, probably fuc—"

"Smackle!" Farkle interjected, causing Zay to burst into a fit of giggles. He was still extremely immature at times.

Maya huffed in frustration. "I just don't want anything to change. Too much is changing already."

Their conversation was cut short, however, by a series of whispers all mentioning the same thing—Riley and Lucas broke up. Maya looked up to see what caused this secretive state among the Abigail Adams student body, only to see Riley and Lucas entering the cafeteria on opposite sides of the room. It was like something from TV—wonderfully dramatic. Maya watched as the two friends walked towards their table and sat down.

"Hi Lucas," Riley said casually.

"Hey Riley," Lucas smiled, oblivious to any of the public chatter.

An awkward silence fell over the group.

"Well isn't this swell," Zay finally said, voicing everyone's thoughts.

In an effort to try and ease the tension, Zay had suggested that they go to the cheerleader's party the following Friday.

When Maya asked Zay about how he found out about the party, he only gave her a wink. Smackle later informed her that Zay was currently having a fling with one of the junior cheerleaders—a sweet (but airhead) red haired girl named Elle. Maya instantly felt sympathy for the poor junior—Zay's suave demeanor was a gift and a curse—she gave them a week at most.

But despite everything, she was actually kind of excited about this party. It was the last first high school party she'd ever have.

So, there Maya and Riley were, ringing the doorbell to the penthouse of some cheerleader's house, anxiously awaiting to party. Riley was confidently wearing a short black dress, while Maya wore a short red dress (which Riley had forced her to wear), feeling self-conscious from all of the skin that was exposed.

A tall brunette girl opened the door. "Welcome to the party. Remember—don't throw up on the carpet, okay?"

Then, they were whisked away into the busy scene.

"Okay, let's split up. You find the others and I'll get us drinks," Riley said without hesitation and disappeared into the crowd.

Maya walked around, biting her lip, eyes scanning the apartment for her friends. She managed to find a flicker of Farkle (who had grown to be 6'1'') and sighed in relief, walking towards the group.

"Hey guys," she said with a smile. "Riley's getting drinks."

"Holy shit, Maya!" Zay said abruptly. "You look sexy."

This earned a few laughs from the rest of the group. Drunk Zay had even less of a filter than sober Zay.

"Maya always looks beautiful," Lucas said casually, taking a sip from his beer.

Maya's cheeks heated up. "I—uh—"

Luckily, she was saved by her best friend. The cheery brunette handed her the drink and greeted the rest of the group. "Let's go play the party game. Everyone's doing it."

Seven Minutes in Heaven was never a good idea. Maya didn't know why she had agreed to it—it was kind of weird how kids just accepted the fact that two random people went inside a dark closet to do things to each other. High school and hormones never made sense.

It was borderline ridiculous how the party had quieted down and focused on the huge circle of participants in the juvenile game, reacting passionately to each and every one of the turns. Maya swore that the stupid empty beer bottle was like seeing a famous celebrity—everyone was so attentive about where the bottle would land.

The cheerleaders had gone first—on all of their turns, it had landed on Zay. Maya was convinced that Zay had brought a magnet to sway the results in his favor—until he missed the chance to be paired with Clarissa, the cheer captain. Maya knew he had been hoping for the beer bottle to point to him—Zay had had a crush on Clarissa since freshmen year and was consistently rejected—but it instead landed on a very flustered Farkle Minkus.

When returning from his time of Seven Minutes in Heaven, Farkle looked extremely dazed—Maya was sure she saw a fresh hickey on his neck. She couldn't help but notice how Farkle's eyes flickered to check on Riley every so often, almost as if he was worried about her noticing his frazzled state.

Then, Smackle had gone in with Cornchip Dave. When they returned, Dave was drooling and Smackle flipped her hair with a smirk, walking back into the circle with absolute confidence. Maya watched as Dave nearly fainted when Smackle blew him a sultry kiss, causing Maya to giggle in amusement.

Riley spun the bottle, only to have it land on Charlie Gardener, another boy who had made his love for her known by the whole school. When they returned from the dark room, Riley looked rather content, sitting back down next to Maya. Charlie Gardener, however, was a mess—his hair was ruffled, his shirt unbuttoned, and his lips covered in Riley's red lipstick. Maya was shocked at first to see that Riley had gotten so into the game, but then quickly realized that it was all a ploy to show that she was still standing strong after the infamous breakup with Lucas.

"Your turn, Peaches," Riley said, passing her the green bottle.

Maya sighed and took the bottle, placing it in the center. She took a deep breath, spun the bottle, and shut her eyes. When the heard the bottle rattle to a stop, she heard gasps fill the room. She opened her eyes and saw that it landed on none other than Lucas Friar. She gulped, sitting still.

"Well, you guys gotta do it. Game rules. 7 Minutes in Heaven. Leggo," Clarissa the cheerleader said, forcing Lucas and Maya to get up and go into the dark room. They were shoved inside, the door locking behind them.

"7 minutes, starting now!" Clarissa announced.

Maya was glad she had been intoxicated with a few drinks, otherwise she would've been as red as a tomato. The pair stood awkwardly on opposite sides of the dark room, shifting uncomfortably.

"I guess we should do something," Maya said slowly. "Those are the rules of the game, after all."

"I guess so," Lucas agreed, walking closer to her.

He paused, looking her up and down. "You know, Zay was right earlier. You do look sexy."

"Shut up and kiss me, cowboy, before I change my mind," Maya said.

That must of been the only command Lucas needed, because right after the words escaped her lips, he backed her up against the wall and kissed her.

His hard kiss was better than anything she could've ever imagined, and his soft lips incapsulated hers into a passionate, heated kiss. She didn't know how, but at one point, his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth, before her tongue fought back in a battle for dominance.

Their hands were everywhere. Her hands were entangled in his hair, unbuttoning his shirt, running down his abs, playing with the waistband of his boxers. His hands were holding him steady against the wall, exploring her body, following the curve of her breasts, squeezing her ass.

They had given into their teenage urges—their raging hormones—and had partaken in a ridiculous game.

Little did Maya know, though, that this stupid game would mean so much more.