The player and the shy girl (ΒΟΟΚ2)

Unspoken Rivalry

LUCAS' POV

She stops me, pushing hard against me, her breathing heavy as she looks at me. Seems like we're going through the same thing again.

"I think you got your answer," she says, winking at me before walking out of the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror. What the hell is wrong with me?

Wake up, Lucas! This isn't you...

I try to pull myself together and leave the bathroom. As I walk back to my group of friends, they spot me.

"Where were you?" Scott asks.

"Bathroom," I reply bluntly.

"Damn, dude, what did Emma do to you? She really got under your skin."

"Shut up before you end up in her place," I snap back, making him go quiet.

That's more like it.

Lydia comes over and kisses me. I don't even react while she rubs up against me.

"What's wrong, babe?" she asks.

"None of your business," I reply coldly, and she looks at me with a frown.

I glance over at Emma, who's sitting on the bench with her group of friends across from us.

"Still obsessed with her, huh?" Lia says with a sour look on her face.

I give her a death stare, and she quickly looks away.

"She's got a point, you're always focused on that girl," Lydia adds, looking annoyed.

"I've told you a thousand times, I'll do whatever the hell I want," I respond, shoving her off me.

"Maybe you're falling for her, Lucas?" she says, and the whole group turns to look at me.

I stare at her, anger rising.

"You seriously talking trash because I won't sleep with you? That doesn't mean I want her," I say, making her scowl.

The guys start laughing.

"How can you talk to me like that? What did I ever do to you?" she snaps back.

"Stop spouting nonsense!" I shout, standing up angrily from the bench.

The guys pull me back, telling me to calm down and sit. Everyone's watching, even her. But I don't care. I hate being interrogated, and I won't let anyone tell me what to do.

EMMA'S POV

He kissed me. I don't know how I resisted... I have no idea, don't even ask.

I walk out of the bathroom, still trying to figure out how I stopped myself. After a moment, I find my group and sit on the bench. They all stare at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Dude, what was that you did to Lucas?"

"My revenge," I reply, smiling.

"I bet he was pissed..."

"Good," I say, gazing across the schoolyard, lost in thought.

We hear Lucas shouting at Lydia, and the guys are trying to calm him down.

He looked like he was about to hit her, or at least embarrass her. I don't know, but I could tell he was going to do something bad, just like he did to me in the beginning.

I keep watching him, my mind flashing back to the time he nearly hit me, and Peter had to stop him.

Or when he would grab my hand so tightly it left marks.

I lower my head and then glance back in his direction.

This guy has done so much to me, yet I forgave him because I thought there was something good in him. That maybe he just needed someone to trust.

But in the end, he's just a jerk. An arrogant, selfish jerk.

The bell rings, and we stay, and after a short break, we head back to class.

I sit in my seat as the teacher comes in, and we begin the lesson.

I start writing down what the teacher is putting on the board, and time passes until we finally have P.E.

We all head outside and sit on the benches, waiting for the coach.

There he is, right in front of me, flirting with every girl in class. And I won't lie—they're all playing along like they're loving it.

I roll my eyes and focus on the coach, who's approaching with the volleyballs.

We sit on the benches, and he takes attendance.

We start running, then move on to stretching exercises. I usually stay at the back—I'm not standing up front for all the guys to have a view from behind.

After a while, the coach gives us a volleyball and sets up the teams. I get placed in the middle since he says I'm good with the bumps.

Lucas is on the opposite side, but up front.

The game starts, and Lucas keeps aiming the ball at me, spiking it hard. I miss it because I wasn't ready.

I glare at him, and he winks at me. Hope you get a twitch in that eye, idiot! Okay, you want to play? Let's go.

We play again, and Lucas spikes the ball at me. This time, I bump it perfectly, set it up, and spike it myself. The girl on their team misses the ball.

I grin triumphantly and raise an eyebrow at Lucas.

He nods, biting his lip. We keep playing, and his team keeps losing. Guess he shouldn't have messed with me...

P.E. ends, and we all head to the water fountain. I'm filling up my bottle when Lucas walks up next to me to get a drink.

"I think you just got served," I say without even looking at him.