DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

A/N: So somehow this went from Farkle and Maya friendship to Farkle shipping Lucaya… Don't know how that happened.

Maya.

Maya.

Maya, answer your damn phone!

You can't answer your phone if it's a text.

Maya Penelope Hart.

What's got your turtleneck- sorry, beanie- in a twist?

Very funny.

I try.

Something happened to you in class today.

Other than Ranger Rick humiliating me in front of everyone?

You know that wasn't on purpose. I also know that you figured something out.

About Riley and Lucas.

How'd you know?

You're a surprisingly easy person to read.

If I tell you, you can't tell Riley. Or Sundance.

That big?

Riley only thinks about him as a brother.

What do you mean?

I mean that she doesn't have the feelings for him that she thinks she does.

Holy shit.

So the new Farkle curses, huh?

You've influenced me too much.

:)

And don't try to distract me from this. This is huge.

I know. She's basically been crushing on him since she met him.

You know, this means you might get your chance.

My chance to what?

Go out with Lucas!

Like on a date?!

Yeah!

I don't want to go out on a date with him!

Whatever you say.

I don't!

Uh-huh. Totally.

Maya picked up her phone and dialed Farkle's number.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to go out with him. I don't know what crazy voodoo has been swirling around in your head, but I do not want to. Got that?"

"Yes. But that doesn't change my stance."

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"You, Mr. Yearbook-Editor-You, you edited that page, didn't you? Where it said that Hopalong and I are the cutest couple?"

"Maybe…"

"FARKLE!"

"Thank you; I am Farkle! Goodbye!"

His side of the line went dead and Maya groaned.

I don't like him.

I don't.

Farkle.

I don't!

This conversation is not over, Minkus.