The player and the shy girl (english version)

Between threats and temptation.

I know he's not looking at me because he wants to forgive me, but he doesn't because of his pride. 

 "Lucas, look at me!" I say to get his attention."They don't like it."

 "What?"

 "That we found each other. Can't you see? This is only the beginning. If it's going to be like this every time, then what's the point?"He looks at me and exhales deeply. 

 "If you show even a hint of lying, I'll make you run for the rest of your life."

 "Aren't you tired of threatening me like this?" I reply, meeting his gaze.                                         "Especially when I haven't done anything." 

 "I DON'T KNOW THAT!" he emphasizes, turning to leave. 

 "I know! But I didn't think you'd see me as that kind of person," I say, and he stops.He turns around and looks at me. 

"Don't act like you don't know me."

 "I DO KNOW YOU, THAT'S WHY I'M SAYING THIS." I emphasize, and he comes closer. 

 "Maybe, but not that well." 

 "You think so?" I say, stepping closer to him. 

 "Yes," he replies, taking a step closer as well.

 "You're wrong," I continue, and we're now very close. 

 "You're playing with fire! Be careful, because I know how to play too."

 "Do it!" I challenge him, raising an eyebrow.He looks at me, hesitating. In the end, he turns and tries to walk away.

 "I thought so!" I whisper.                                                                                                                                                     He hears me, turns back suddenly, slamming me against the wall, looking into my eyes. 

 "Don't provoke me because then you won't be able to stop me."I stare at him, and after a moment of silence, I let him leave my room. 

 What just happened?I go to the living room and sit in the kitchen.

 My aunt looks at me."Offer something," she says.I nod positively.

 I open the fridge, take out some juice, pour it into three glasses, and bring them to the living room.I leave them on the coffee table and head back to the kitchen.

 "Emma, come sit with us," Lucas's mom says sweetly, and I look at her.

 "No, thank you," I respond with a smile and turn back to my spot.I see Lucas sitting next to my chair. 

 "Give me your phone."

"Why?"

 "Just give it to me."I hand him my phone, and he starts searching through my messages. 

 "What are you doing?"I try to take my phone back, but he doesn't let go.

 "Are you hiding something?"

 "No, but..."

 "Then shut up," he tells me, looking straight at me. 

 "Nothing!" he says, throwing my phone onto the table in anger.

 "Yeah, you think I didn't check?" I roll my eyes.

 "Let's calm down!" he says seriously, looking at me.I stare at him and simply take my phone back."Did you change the password?"

 "No."

 "Why?" 

 "Because whoever did this will come back and do something stupid again. It wasn't just that, believe me!"He looks at me angrily and slams his fist on the counter.

 "Does this photo bother you that much?" I ask, looking at him. 

 "The caption annoys me, not the photo, and  the person who took it."I look at him and then at my phone.

He's definitely hiding something... I don't know, maybe about kissing me? I'm not sure.

 "The photo didn't bother me," he says again, looking at me.

 "Whatever you say," I reply, heading to my room.I go to close the door, but his foot blocks it. 

 "You could have asked nicely to come in," I tell him, and he pushes the door open, walking in and locking it behind him. 

 "I'm not that type of person, and you know it." 

 "Oh, right, my bad. You're being nice, so it benefits you," I say, trying to open the window.He comes up behind me and pushes me against him. 

"You talk too much." 

 "I'm just saying what I see." I turn to face him, push him away, and lie down on my bed. 

 "Say that you were bothered by what I said in the kitchen," he says, looking at me. I glance at him but don't reply, focusing on my phone.He sits next to me and takes my phone.

 "I don't like being disrespected."

 "Did anything ever please you?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

 "Don't provoke me."

 "I'm just telling the truth ,I'm not provoking you."

 "Someone's annoyed," he says, smiling at me.

 "I'm not annoyed!" I reply, getting up from the bed and coming closer to him. 

 "Why are you lying?" he says, stepping towards me, and I can feel his breath on my face.

 "I'm not," I answer calmly, even as my heart races. 

 "You're a bad liar," he says, leaning in and kissing me, his hand on my cheek.                                          He kisses me slowly, then intensifies it as his tongue searches for mine.He asks for access, but I don't give it to him. 

 "Let me, damn it," he says softly, kissing me again.