Chapter 3

I'm losing my own game. In the battle of looks I perceive a Sakura VS. Sasuke until I decide to move away a little, I sit on the bed and take off my heels avoiding his piercing eyes. Yes, Sakura Haruno feels a bit lost and small under her bodyguard. I find myself intimidated but I push Sasuke away from me by pushing him with the palm of my hand against his chest trying to act as nonchalant as possible, my insides tingling with nerves, however I hide it by stroking my toes on the palms with relief. high heel marks. It's a natural action, it should work. He has never responded to my challenges, and this was definitely not a question I was expecting. What if I like this game?

Although at first, laying a finger on him felt like a game to me, it didn't feel superficial anymore. Sasuke really mattered to me, I started to care not only what he thought of me but how he felt about me as well, and I know that everything does not revolve around my world. It was strange that I valued him more for his company in these ten months he's been around me than for the few words that he emitted because they were almost none. However, the sensation of his body close to me caused me a small joy that was difficult to control.

—I don't want to play —I say smiling, although I don't feel too good to smile, in fact I feel a bit tired and at the same time I want to keep talking to Sasuke. I have wasted precious energy trying to act tired at the club and nothing has gone my way, not even a good ending unfortunately.

—Then why do you behave like this? —he asks more calmly, but he still retains the tension in his eyebrows. His gaze feels like he wants to get into my brain and it's suffocating.

—It's obvious, Sir —I express standing up, gathering energy and approaching him with my typical attitude of conquest, he hadn't gone far but I'm standing right in front him —, I want your attention because I like you —I pause a little and I raise my left eyebrow —I want you and I want to fuck you —I murmur, intoning my voice seductively. I hope I don't sound ridiculous.

Sasuke's response is a deep sigh, he blinks and that's how his eyes no longer focus on mine. He looks at anything but me and thinks. I don't know how to interpret his posture, I don't know if it corresponds to me or what goes through his head, I've never wanted to enter someone's mind so much. And just as I run my tongue over my parched lips, ready to speak again, he steps forward.

—You… —he points at me slightly frowning his brows in my direction, he's frustrated —You're not my type —he speaks in a thick defiant voice. Annoyed? Rather upset I would say.

—Type of girl? —I answer with fear, I don't show it, I hope so, however I can't hide the fact that I am intimidated and confused about his point.

—I wouldn't mess with a person like you, ever —he says without answering me, but I know what he means. Is he gay? No man I know would throw away an easy opportunity with a hot teen, though I don't know if I really want to be taken that way.

—And what is your type like? —I ask, raising my voice a little more, I gain ground and move my shoulders, widening my attitude a bit, I'm back to being the confident girl I've always been. This is how Sasuke keeps my attitude going back and forth with just the blink of an eye.

—I like quiet girls —he begins to say clenching his jaw and continues to look directly at me, it is the longest time we have held our gazes as well as the conversation and it feels strange, Sasuke has very dark and deep eyes —They don't party or do drugs —he says lastly.

Ouch, that hits home.

—And how am I…? —I ask resentfully, I can't help it, still I don't want to look annoyed.

—Annoying —he replies with a smirk-like grimace, but I'm not sure. What?

My heart feels humiliated and my instincts as well. I have a thousand thoughts going through my head but only one question stands out: How could someone do and say something so different at the same time?

—Then why did you kiss me? —I ask directly, my hands crossed over my chest in a sign of protection.

—It was what you asked for —he says, shrugging his shoulders apathetically, —and that's all —he adds with a serious face.

I nod my head and make a whimsical face. I've cooled off in an instant and looking at him doesn't help at all. I don't accept his words, but I can't let Sasuke think that it hurts me more than it seems. I give him a smile to which he is unperturbed. Sasuke wins this round but I don't let him know that way. It is inevitable, I am proud and capricious.

—In that case… I should have asked you to fuck me —I tease. I walk over to him and practically have to crane my neck to speak to him, trying even harder to appear presumptuous. Although we are a meter apart, I feel his warm body but I don't let that to affect my rigid stance, and he doesn't seem to be in the mood for it either.

—You do anything for money anyway —I speak in a tone that sounds very close to sarcasm. Sasuke reacts by opening his lips ready to retort with something.

—Get out —I command, touching his chest with my index finger. And it's the first time that I don't let him speak, nor answer me. I sigh in relief as he turns his back on me and finally leaves my room without adding anything else.

Now I'm not sure I can anticipate my babysitter's movements. I've spent the last ten months with him practically glued to me and I just can't accept that he doesn't feel the same way I do. There's something else and I know it's not right. I don't like it when he doesn't talk and it seems I don't like it when he does talk. I'm a mess in my mind so I try to push all thoughts of my bodyguard away and decide it's time to sleep.

It's stupid that I can stop thinking about Sasuke but I can't even try to stop feeling. I reach my bed with a strange feeling but I don't let it wrap me up like my sheets do, completely. It doesn't feel good that I've been unsettled. And it doesn't feel damn good not to be reciprocated either.

Am I the fool who got this all wrong?

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