2. Get through me first (Lumax and Billy)

A/N: I'm seriously awed of the response this story had. This is for fanficgirl395 and anon Davey Gravy who wanted more Lumax. Anons are the best, and some of them have left the best reviews on my stories; it sucks to not be able to respond to you privately, anons! But know that I love you!

Prompt: Angry Billy over Lucas and Max, and more Lumax.

She and Lucas have been dating for over 4 months when he enters her house for the first time.

Their hangout place was always the Sinclair's; the warm welcome she received from Lucas' mom and the funny dad jokes from Mr. Sinclair made her feel at ease and comfortable; not to mention the little terror named Erica, who was completely devoted to make her big brother's life a chaos, and who had clicked with Max right away due to both girls' devilish behavior. All of that, compared to Max's home life, made them stay at Lucas' house and they never intended to switch locations.

But after procrastinating their Geography project for a week straight, and Lucas erupting in a nervous ball, they were hurriedly putting the project's materials together to go to Lucas' house.

"Shit," Max cursed. "I don't have the Mexican map! I left it on my desk at home!" She slapped her forehead in frustration, knowing they would have to stop at her house to get it.

"Let's just go get it. It's getting late and we still have to draw the Olmec head." Lucas said as he took a deep breath to relax himself a little.

When they arrived at Max's house, it was a little after four pm, and she cursed colorfully when she realized they would lose even more time getting to the Sinclair's.

"Why don't we just... do the project here?" Lucas asked her tentatively.

Max stared at him for a few heartbeats, weighting the cons and pros before nodding carefully, knowing that if they were fast enough, they wouldn't take too long. "Okay."

He put his bike next to the mailbox as Max went inside, inspecting the house interior to see if there was anyone home.

Neil was at work, surely lazing out; and her mom would be getting home in about an hour, but neither of them were really her concern.

His blue Camaro wasn't in the driveway, but she still felt tense when she took notice of Billy's closed door. The bastard wasn't home yet, but she knew it wouldn't take too long before he was.

"We can go to my house. I'm sure if we hurry up we'll make it on time," Lucas said, noticing her anxiety. "And we don't have to put all of the foods, I'm sure if we just put the Pozol there, the teacher will-"

"No," Max interrupted, turning around to look him in the eye. "Let's just do it here. And you know Pozol is just a drink, right?"

Lucas chuckled and followed her into her room, taking it in with curious eyes. It was the first time he was there, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in seeing her living area, knowing this was the only room in the whole house she felt at ease.

He took the framed photo she kept on her desk and smiled as Max's crinkled eyes smiled back at him, along with her dad, taking in the similarities between them.

"That's my dad." Max told him with a smile, closing the door and dumping her things on her bed, taking a seat on it.

"I know. You look exactly like him; only with red hair." He smiled as he put the photo back in its place next to the Mexican map, and walked towards her.

"I miss him." She told him quietly as he took her face between his warm palms.

"I know." He whispered, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

A few minutes later, when they were unfolding the large sheet of paper they would be gluing Tabasco's pictures on, they heard a roaring engine approaching.

The wheels screeching on the driveway and the sound of a slamming door announced Billy's arrival, and Max gulped with nerves as she listened to the front door be opened. She shared an anxious look with Lucas, hoping with all her might that the older boy would ignore her presence and leave them alone for the whole afternoon.

Lucas cut through the multiple colorful pictures, the scissors making a scratchy soothing sound, and he concentrated on his task, seated on the carpeted floor of her bedroom as Max began shaping the Colossal Head on another sheet of paper, on her desk.

They heard a few things slam outside, and then Max's heart stopped as the door to her bedroom opened with a creak.

Billy's face appeared on the threshold and it froze as he took in the teen boy seated on his step-sister's floor. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" He asked coldly.

Lucas only glared at him darkly as Max stood up and walked towards Billy, pushing the boy from her room and slamming the door behind her.

"Who told you it was okay to bring people over?" He asked Max angrily, nostrils flaring like a bull's.

"Billy, we're just doing homework." Max told him annoyed.

"I don't give a fuck if you're in there reading the Bible, who told you it was okay to have people over? Who told you it was okay to have him over, huh?"

"I don't need permission from you." Max scoffed angrily, not liking his tone towards Lucas.

Billy grabbed her arm roughly, bringing her closer to snarl in her face. "What was that?"

"You're hurting me." She told him as she tried to slip from his grasp.

"What have I told you of using that tone with me? Do I need to remind you who's in charge when they're not around? Don't make me angry, Max." He told her threateningly, referring to their parents.

"And do I need to remind you I'm not afraid of you? Don't make me angry, Billy." She warned him dangerously as she shoved his hand from her arm, making sure to drag her nails on his skin.

"We'll see about you not being scared anymore." He told her lowly as he shoved her away, stomping towards his room. "Make a single sound and I'll throw him out myself."

"I'd love to see you try to touch him." She threatened, and Billy's only response was to glare darkly at her as he slammed his door close, disappearing from her view.

Heavy rock music blasted suddenly from his room, making the walls of the house thump with the loud noise. She took a deep breath to calm her shaking hands as she opened her door again, coming to a stop as she found her boyfriend hovering behind the door.

"What are you doing?" She asked him as she closed the door behind her.

"Are you okay?" He asked her instead.

"I-yeah. Yeah, of course." She nodded reassuringly.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to him, feeling her shaky arms cross behind his back. "I was ready to go out there." He admitted quietly against her copper strands.

"I'm okay," she repeated as she squeezed his middle. Lucas was super tall now; her head barely grazed his shoulders. "I can handle him."

"I know you can. But I'm scared he will push you too much one day." He confessed.

"I'll be okay."

"Will you still go to have dinner at my place? My mom made you cheesecake." Lucas told her, still hugging her.

"Mmmm, yes." She basked in his warm embrace for a few indulgent minutes more, before breaking the hug and leading him in further by the hand. "C'mon. There's a project we need to finish."

They finished their Tabasco exposition between laughs and kisses, trying to ignore the thundering music coming from Billy's room, and when she was helping herself to a second serving of the delicious cheesecake Lucas' mom had made for her, she promised herself she wouldn't ever let Billy get near Lucas enough to harm him. He'd have to get through her first, and after everything she had lived, he now knew she wasn't going to be an easy obstacle.