The player and the shy girl (english version)

Boundaries Crossed, Lines Blurred.

I looked at him, answered nothing, and started gathering my things. I know that now he wants to have it his way. But I wasn't going to let that happen.

I get up from the bed, Lucas watches me, waiting for my answer. I put the stuff back in the bathroom where he had them.

As I turn my head, I find him standing right behind me.

"You know I don't like it when you don't answer," he says, looking at me.

"I don't have anything to say," I reply, and as I try to leave, his hand stops me, pinning me back in place, trapping me as he moves closer.

"Oh, you're not getting away this time."

I raise an eyebrow. "Don't make me lose my patience, Lucas."

"Do it," he commands, and I stare at him.

"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you."

"Then why don't you?"

He places his hands on my waist, pulling me against his body. A wave of heat rushes through me the moment his hands touch my waist.

He gently places one hand on my cheek, caressing it as he gazes into my eyes.

"Stop doing that," I say as I pull his hand away from my cheek.

"I can't," he replies, and I stare at him.

He places his hand on my cheek again, bringing our faces closer together until our lips are only inches apart.

He kisses me slowly, his hand leaving my waist, making my body ache for his touch. He slides his hands down to my thighs and lifts me up onto the sink. He moves between my legs, and I wrap them around his waist.

He holds me by the waist, and I wrap my arms around his neck, gently tugging at his hair.

"Lucas, we need to stop," I try to say, but he interrupts me.

"Don't do this," he replies.

Damn you, Lucas. Stop doing these things.

I can't be with Lucas. There are too many things that separate us. I never imagined my life would turn out like this, being in a relationship like this with someone like Lucas.

He looks at me. "Emma?"

I look back at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say, avoiding his gaze.

"Stop telling yourself that we don't belong together," he says, catching me off guard. I didn't expect him to say that.

"Don't torture yourself like this."

"I can't do this, Lucas. We started off so differently..."

He looks at me, and I can't tell if he's disappointed or just confused, still trying to hold on to something between us.

"I'm sorry, Luc," I say, hopping off the sink.

I start to walk away, but his hand stops me again, turning me around to face him.

"Don't do this."

"I don't know what else to do," I answer, looking at him.

"You don't know what to do with me?" he asks, meeting my eyes.

"I don't know how I feel about you, Luc."

He stares at me, lost for words. I give him one last look and leave his room.

Guys, I'm not being unreasonable. I'm just feeling this way. Luc and I are complete opposites.

I call Mia about the party.

× Hey, Mia. × What's up? × Good... I guess. × Again? × Yeah, (I say, sighing) × You want to tell me, or should I shut up? × When you come over. × What do you mean, when I come over? Aren't you coming here? × About that... you're coming over. Lucas is driving us. × I don't like this. × Don't worry. × Fine, what time and where? × Meet me at the park at 7. We'll hang out for a bit, then head back to the house. × Alright, see you at 7, love. I've got stuff to do. × See you, babe.

I hang up and sit on the couch. I turn on the TV and relax.

The doorbell rings, and I open the door.

"Hey, Emma," Peter says with a smile.

"Hey," I respond awkwardly, stepping aside to let him in.

He hugs me and then steps back. "How are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Good."

I notice Lucas watching us, and suddenly the room feels awkward. Peter glances over at Lucas, too.

"What's up, man?" Peter greets him.

"Nothing. Come on in," I say, feeling Lucas's eyes on me more than on Peter.

"I'll talk to you later, Emma," Peter says before heading to Lucas's room.

I nod and close the door as Peter walks away.

"What should I get you?" Lucas asks Peter.

"Just some water, man."

"I'll be right back. You go on ahead."

"What was that about?" Lucas asks, turning to me.

"What do you mean?"

"Since when do you two hug?"

I stare at him. Does he seriously want an answer right now? Since when, Lucas? Maybe since you almost raised your hand to me, and Peter stopped you. That's when.

I don't answer him.

"It was just a hug, nothing more."

"It better be," he says, giving me a side glance.

He walks into the kitchen and grabs two bottles of water. I follow him in.

"Since the time you almost hit me," I answer, looking at Lucas. He stares at me.

"What?"

"I was just answering your question," I say, turning away to grab a glass.