MY PROBLEM WITH YOU

c h a p t e r 5

'I'm sorry for my roommate,' I say as I enter Lucas' grey Toyota Tacoma truck. I liked that he didn't open the door for me. I hate that kind of cliché romantic movie stuff. This is real life and everyone sucks. 'She's usually never this drunk. I think it had something to do with her boyfriend.'

'Yeah, I heard,' Lucas says quietly as he sits down on the driver's seat next to me. He closes the door and starts the engine immediately as if he can't wait to drive the hell out of here.

    'So where does your grandma live?' I ask after a few seconds of awkward silence. Lucas drove away and leaned back in his seat with one hand on the steering wheel. He looked at me.

    'My grandma? Why?'

    'For the flowers. I thought you said you wanted to bring them to her.'

    He sits up and clears his throat. 'Right... I - I forgot them at your place. Shit! They're still on the counter.' He scratches his neck. 'You know what? You can keep them. I'll buy her some new flowers tomorrow.'

     'Why thank you. That's very... sweet of you.'

As if I didn't know already he bought the flowers for me. This boy was a terrible liar.

    I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. 'So why do you need to see a sex therapist? Do you have an addiction too?'

   The question might have been a little out of the blue and maybe even kinda rude, but I figured if I wasn't going to talk, he wouldn't talk, and that way we would never have a suitable conversation.

It made him uncomfortable though. I could see he was flustered by the way he shifted in his seat and his hands clamped the steering wheel.

    'I mean, if you don't wanna talk about it I get it. I just wanna let you know there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm addicted to sex too. We could be perfect for each other.'

'Can you please stop talking about this? I don't want to discuss my private life with you.' His jaw clenched which was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Damn, angry looks good on him too.

'Sorry,' I say grinning. 'It was just a question. You don't have to get your panties in a twist.'

Lucas sighs. 'I knew I shouldn't have gone to this stupid date. This is a waste of my patience.'

'Oh, come on now. It'll be fun.' I poked his arm with my elbow and immediately regretted it. 'Sorry.'

He didn't say anything. Just kept his gaze straight on the road. I couldn't tell if it made him angry or sad, or both.

'I have to get used to that,' I say awkwardly. 'I'm not used to boys not wanting to be touched by me. Normally they beg me to.' I smile at him but he doesn't smile back. Instead he turns on the radio and nods his head to the music that's playing: Young Dumb & Broke by Khalid.

'You like Khalid?' I ask.

Lucas shrugs. 'He's alright.'

'Who's your favorite music artist?'

'Bach.'

I raise an eyebrow. 'Bach? As in the German composer?'

'Yeah. What of it?' Lucas looks at me. Finally I get to look into his beautiful emerald green eyes again.

       'Nothing. He's awesome.'

Lucas' lips curled into a smile. 'You like him too?'

'Oh yeah. Bach is the shit.'

'What's your favorite piece?'

Thankfully Lucas' turned his gaze back on the road so he couldn't see my face getting as red as a tomato. Why was I even lying? I didn't have to prove anything.

'You know, that piece where he... plays the piano. Really love that.'

Lucas threw his head to the back and started laughing. I know he was laughing at me and normally I wouldn't just sit there and take that bullshit, but because he looked like an absolute angel doing it, I let him.

Seriously what was with this guy? Just when I thought he could not get any cuter he proves me wrong. God, I want to stick my tongue in his mouth and lick his perfect teeth so badly. I want to get out of this seat belt, straddle his fucking lap, and kiss the bliss out of his perfect fucking face.

My eyes wondered of to his crotch and the bulge that was prominently visible. Just looking at it gave me goosebumbs. It was channeling me. Asking me to touch it. To give it my unconditional attention. God damnit, I'm losing control.

    'I was just kidding, Maya,' Lucas said after he was done laughing. I quickly took my eyes off his crotch. 'I don't really care for Bach. My favorite music artist is actually Juice Wrld.'

     'Juice Wrld is nice.'

     'What's yours? Oh wait, let me guess: Billie Eilish?' He started smiling again.

I raise an eyebrow. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

      Lucas looks at me and his smile drops immediately. 'I mean, you're a girl and probably dealing with a lot of girl stuff, right? You know, like depression and anxiety and shit. No wait, I don't mean it like that. I mean don't all girls like Billie Eilish? She's like the female version of Justin Bieber. You all wanna be her because she's sad and that's a trend right now apparently. Okay, that came out wrong too. Maybe it's the hair--'

     'Shut up.'

Lucas looked at me scaredly. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-'

    'Just shut the fuck up. You can't talk about mental disorders like that. It's not funny. It's heavy shit and it breaks people every day.'

I crossed my arms and looked out of the window. The nerve of this boy. I could just smack him. What a letdown.

    'I'm sorry,' Lucas said, but I ignored him.

I swear to God, if I weren't so desperate to get laid tonight I would've already forced myself out of the truck and break one of his windows.

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