The player and the shy girl (english version)

Game On: Breaking Promises and Crossing Lines

Mia walks into the room and looks at me.
"I heard everything."

"What the hell is going on with Scott?"

"Mia, please, it's the last thing I want to talk about," I say while taking off my dress and leaving it on the bed. I strip off the clothes I was wearing and put on the dress.

"That's a really nice one. Didn't we buy it together?"

"Yeah, we did. Alright, I'm going to put on my makeup. Do you want me to do yours, or will you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it myself, you go ahead. I still need to straighten my hair. Yours is already straight, so you're good. Go!"

I head to the bathroom and start applying my makeup softly. Once I'm done, I go back to the room.
"Oh my God, girl! You look stunning!"

"Hurry up, or we're not going to make it in time," I reply, and she heads to the bathroom to do her makeup.

I put on my heels and then spray on my perfume.

This is my dress.

And Mia dress

Ready, she says, and we head to the living room.

Lucas looks at me, and I bet he wants to tell me to go change, but he's still mad.

EMMA, stop thinking about him.

"Wow, you girls look stunning!"
Peter says, and we all smile.

"Shall we go?" I ask Peter.

"Let's go."
I take one last look at Lucas, then head outside with Peter.

"Who wants to sit in the front?" Peter asks.

"I do!" Mia says, hopping in the front seat while I sit in the back.

POV: LUCAS

I just talked to Scott. He told me he saw Emma half-naked and was bragging about it. If I had him in front of me, I would have killed him. But I had Emma right here.

I managed to start a fight and break my promise.
I told her I wouldn't believe anything unless I saw it with my own eyes, but at that moment, I lost control. I didn't know what I was doing out of anger.

Part of me thought Scott might be lying, but when Emma admitted he saw her in just a towel, I lost it even more.

No one else should see the parts of her body hidden by clothes. No one else should touch her or kiss her.

I messed things up, and there's no way I can fix it right now.

I see her coming into the living room.
She's wearing that dress that shows off her cleavage and fits her body so perfectly. I look at her, and all I want to do is rip it off.

I don't want her going to the party like that. Everyone's going to stare at her, especially that jerk Scott.

In the end, she leaves with Peter, and I watch her as she gives me one last glance.

Damn it, I regret it.

So, I head to the party myself, but first, I go and change. I put on black jeans, a white t-shirt, and my black jacket.

POV: EMMA

We arrive at Scott's party and step out of the car.

We look around—lights and loud music everywhere.

Mia and I smile at each other and head inside.

"Want a drink?" Peter asks.

"Hmm, let's see... vodka with sour cherry or beer?"

"Vodka with sour cherry," Mia and I say together.

Peter orders three drinks from the bartender, who mixes them up and hands them over.

He gives them to us, and we start drinking.

I see Lucas arriving at the party.
My eyes are glued to him. He's so well-dressed.

I watch as Lydia kisses him, completely catching him off guard.

I start walking towards him, but Mia stops me.

"Don't. He might break the rule he made about not touching anyone else. And if he breaks it, you might too," she says, winking at me.

I rethink it and sit back down. Lucas tries to push her away, but then she slips her hand inside his pants. In the end, he gives in, pins her against the wall, kissing and groping her.

GAME ON, LUCAS.
Your turn's over, Lucas. Now it's my turn.

I wink at Mia, and she gets it.
"Your move now," she says, and I down the rest of my drink.
We head to the dance floor and start moving to the rhythm of the music.

After ten minutes of dancing, we sit down to rest. I see Lucas walking out of the bathroom with her.

I make a face of disgust.

I turn to the bartender, who's looking at me.
"This one's on the house," he says, pointing to a guy around our age, maybe a year older.

"Your turn, girl," Mia says.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"He seems like a decent guy."

I walk over, and he smiles at me.
"Thank you," I say, and he looks at me, smiling.

I see Scott approaching us.
"Well, well, looks like you've met Austin," he says.

"Just did," I respond, glaring at him, wishing I could punch him for what happened earlier.

"I've got to go. They're calling for me, but I'm glad you came, Emma."

I mutter under my breath, "I'm not glad to see you," but Austin hears me.

"Sorry," I say, looking at him.

"Don't worry. I don't really like him either."

"Thank goodness. I thought I was the only one in here who felt that way," I say, and we both laugh.

"Well, Emma, I'm really starting to enjoy your company," he says, and I smile.