The player and the shy girl (english version)

Guarded Emotions

Lucas POV

Why did she ask me if I heard anything? Well, I did catch the end of it, but what did she mean by that? I heard Mia telling her if I caught their conversation. They were definitely talking about me, and her awkwardness gave it all away...

We ordered food and sat around for about 15 minutes, waiting for the damn delivery guy.

"It's been 15 minutes," she whined, putting her phone down on the couch.

We both heard a car horn.
"Finally!"
We said at the same time, getting up from the couch.

I stepped outside while Emma stood by the door in her pajamas, waiting. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing a tank top. The delivery guy had his eyes glued to her, checking her out from head to toe.

What the hell does this guy want? Is he looking for a fight?

I shot him a dirty look. I turned back to Emma, who had been watching me. I gave her a death glare, silently telling her to get back inside, but she didn't seem to notice.

I handed him the money, but he still couldn't stop staring at her.
"Hey, eyes over here," I warned him with a serious tone.

Emma quickly went back inside after hearing what I said to the guy. Now she gets it. When I say I have to keep an eye on her, I mean it.

He handed me the change, and I headed back inside. Emma was already seated on the couch.

"Why did you have to snap at the delivery guy?" she asked, looking at me like I was overreacting.

"Are you serious? The guy had his eyes all over you. You should be thanking me, not questioning me," I shot back.

"I can take care of myself; you didn't have to do that."

"Sorry for ruining your little flirtation session. Why don't you go find him if you liked him so much?" I shouted, and she glared at me.

"I never said I liked him!" she yelled back.

"Then why are you giving me a hard time?"

"Because I don't need you to protect me! I don't want it."

"Well, I want to!" I said, calming my voice down as I looked at her.

I pulled the money that she gave me, out of my pocket and handed them back to her. She looked confused.

"Didn't you pay for mine?"

"I did, but with my own money."

"When you're with me, you're not spending a cent. Not when I'm around."
She sighed, but I could see a small smile creeping onto her face. She appreciated it, even if she wouldn't admit it.

"Let's eat," I said.

I walked to the kitchen, grabbed two plates and two glasses.

"Need help?" she offered.

"I'm already done, there's nothing left for you to do," I replied.

She sat down, opened the bag, and started placing the food on the plates and pouring Coke into the glasses.

"Well, I did have something to do," she said with a smile.

I smiled back and rolled my eyes.

I sat down and reached for my food.

"WAIT!"

"What?" I asked, startled.

"I need to take a picture first," she said, holding up her phone.

"Hurry up," I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

She smiled and opened her phone, struggling to get the perfect shot. She turned slightly toward me, still trying to get a good angle.

I put my hands over hers, adjusting the phone, and pressed the button to take the photo. She turned to look at me, smiling, then returned to her seat.

She posted it on her story and tagged me.

I saw the tag and reposted it. She noticed and smiled again.

"Now you can eat," she laughed, and we both dug into our food.

After we finished, Emma grabbed the plates, and I picked up the glasses. She put the dishes in the sink, and I followed right behind her. When she turned around, she found me standing there, blocking her way.

She smiled awkwardly and tried to move past me, but I placed my hands on either side, trapping her in place.

She looked up at me, confused.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, giving me that innocent look of hers.

"You're not cleaning anything else here. You're a guest."

"Which is exactly why I'm cleaning. I don't want to feel like a burden."

"Who said you're a burden?"

"No one. It's just that I—"

"No one," I interrupted. "So stop saying stupid things, okay, little one?"

She fiddled with her fingers again, clearly feeling awkward. I smiled as I watched her.

"I'm sorry for earlier," she said quietly, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow.

"It's okay. The guy just pissed me off," I admitted.

She smiled and looked down.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," I said, gently lifting her chin with my hand.

She giggled and looked into my eyes.