Saturday morning, I find myself driving to Maya's parents house. Even though Yasmine and Kristin reassured me that she'd had plenty of these temper tantrums and always came back, I still decided to confront her. She ignored my calls and texts. I really didn't want this stupid guy drama to fuck up an already rocky bond we kind of had. She was hurt and I'm not a bitch. A yellow brick house sat in the woods, medium sized, fresh, white, shutters and windows, a steel white roof. Small but expensive. Landscapes like a magazine house from better homes. Of course she grew up pampered.

Ringing the doorbell, I prepare myself for the cringe that followed. The door unlocked, an older man, about forty, stern and cold, Maya's dad I presumed. Huh, I expected something different, something more stable and inviting...maybe he is why she seek men so crazily. "Hello, I'm Amanda, Maya's roommate."

"One second." He shuts the door, I huff. Really?? What the fuck?! I hear an argument whispered beyond the door. Maya...she sounded as if she was protesting. Uh uh, I did not just uber $50 out here for her to not want to talk! I bang on the door. "Maya, I can hear you, come out and talk, okay?" The knob twists, then quickly goes stiff, as if it was being held from being moved. "I'm not leaving," I say, taking a seat on the steps, "so come on out." I watch the clouds cover the sun, closing my eyes, smelling rain. A wet concrete smell that I love. I think back to Lex, is his offer real? The door behind me opens. I turn and watch as Maya closes it and sits beside me. Yasmine was right, she did really like him. Her eyes were red, her complexion pale.

"What do you want?" She says bitterly.

"Maya, I'm not after Lex okay, I'm not into guys right now. If you answered my texts and calls I would have told you that."

Her eyes roll and then focus back on me. "You guys have chemistry I've been trying to achieve forever, instead I get a "payment" kind of response from guys. Like it's just business, which is just...." she looks off at the diming sky. "I'm not a prostitute, or a second choice type of girl, so why am I treated like one?" Tears fall from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks.

"Maya..." I wrap my arms around her, giving the tightest hug I could. "Like ninety percent of guys are shit, and honestly about the same percentage isn't even worth it, don't make it your fault. The guys you know treat you like that because they aren't men...their boys. So keep looking."

"You sound hella prejudice." She laughs wiping her eyes.

"I am, I'll tell you the reason some other time, but I meant what I said." I extend my pinky.

Maya wraps her little finger around mine. "It's officially girl code now, don't break it."