I finally get into the truck and grunt as Liam begins to speak. I rest my head upon the window and ignore the annoying power couple as they chat non stop. Sophia finally asks a question that makes me answer.

"So...Lana's hot and sophisticated. Why do you have this unbreakable hatred toward the girl?"

"Because. She's not my fucking type, she's annoying as all hell and you both know I can't stand prude bitches who only care about their fucking diamonds and pearls or whatever. Niall gave me ten pounds to talk to her, so I did thinking that she wouldn't be as annoying as she is, but now it seems that all my friends like her and I can't get away from her." I answer trying not to yell.

"You're just mad cause she rejected you." Liam starts laughing with Sophia. As much as I would hate to admit it to myself, he's right. I am mad that she was so fucking prudish and rude to reject me like that. But she is also still annoying.

"Besides, we don't like her, per-say, but me and Liam have a plan but you have to be in on it." Sophia gives me a devious look.

"No. Absolutely not." I say.

"You haven't even heard it!" They say in unison.

"Fuck, okay." I roll my eyes.

Lana's POV.

I sit in my room, finally relaxing and reading my book. The burnt off page haunts me and I can't help but to just think of what a jerk Zayn really is. I hear Annabel's loud foot steps run up the stairs and her appearance alarms me.

"Lana! I met that hunk outside, Zayn. He was walking back and he's so dreamy but, he's so rude! He called me a twat and I forgot what else. But I was lost in those eyes...How old is he?"
She beams as I realise she's gained a crush on this man that I barely know myself.

"Gosh, I don't even know. But you'll never see him again so you can fantasize all you want." I let out my fake laugh. I don't want anyone to know about what occurred at that party and it will remain that way. Zayn is just a stranger I met at the beach, I keep assuring myself though my brain refuses to see that. My mum yells from downstairs which startles us both.

"What's going on, you two?" My mother lifts her night gown as she walks up the stairs, just like a queen.

"Nothing, Mum." Anna chuckles and excuses her self to her room, seeing that our mother is still angry. Just as Annabel leaves, my mum closes the door behind her and stares into my eyes with worry.

"Mum, last night was nothing. You know me well enough to know that I would never do anything to disappoint you." I sigh as she sits on my bed. Her brown eyes wonder around the room as she inhales deeply.

"Those people that dropped your things off were not...very pleasing to the eye. Your father did mention a boy named Liam? And that girl was, how do I put this, a bitch." She sighs as she cusses. "I just want to know why these punk looking kids are bringing your items back? And you were late last night which you never are. I want to know what happened." She rubs my lower thigh and looks at me with weary eyes.

"These boys were making fun of me at the beach, and pranking me and hid my things. One boy, Liam, saw what was happening and got my number. He asked to bring me home and I accepted because I was tired. Then he called me this morning and asked if I wanted my things back and I happily accepted, and that was that." I lie. I try not to cover my mouth as the words slip out. I look into my mothers eyes, only to see that she is buying this false story. She opens her mouth to say something but quickly shuts it.

"Okay." Is all she says.

"I could make it up to you?" My statement comes out more as a question.

"No. You're fine. I suppose I overreacted. I am sorry I just...I don't know. I am glad you're making good choices, Lana." She smiles and that breaks me. I am not making good choices. Last night I agreed to go to a party with complete strangers which I would never in my right mind do. I don't know what came over me.

"I will leave you to your book here, which it seems they have burned," She cocks her head to the side, examining the burnt page. "That's awful." She shakes her head and I feel her weight lift from the mattress as she walks to the door, her long night gown flowing behind her as she shuts the door. It is awful what Zayn did. I wish I could tell her the truth but she would kill me. My thoughts are distracted when my phone rings. I see Zayn's name flash upon the screen and I, stupid me, answer it.

"Hello?" My voice is nuetrel.

"Well don't you sound lovely..." He mumbles. "Anyways, I want to apologize for acting like a total cunt. I want to make it up to you if you'd like to come to dinner with me, yeah?" His voice has a certain charm to it.

"Oh, no...No thank you." I decline.

"Why not?" I hear the frown in his voice.

"Because, we are polar opposites, I don't think it's a good idea." I state and he bursts into hysterics.

"I am not asking you on a date, why are you always jumping to fucking conclusions? I just want us to be friends." He says as my cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"Still, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Whatever, I just was trying to be a friend..." He sighs.

"Umm," I humm into the speaker. "Fine." I finally say. Why did I say that?

"Really?" He asks.

"Yes." No, not really. I don't want to be involved with you or any of your damn friends.

"Sweet. Pick you up at um...seven?" He asks.

"Sure." I reply warmly and hang up.

What the hell is wrong with you, Lana? You're so dead. Why would you agree to that? What is your mum gonna say? Oh no, you've done it now, biggest screw up 2014. You're a dead woman, Lana! I can't believe it. You've agreed to go on a date with this man you despise so much. You're a shame. Annabel is going to be the favourite and you're--

"Enough!" I answer my taunting thoughts. It isn't that big of a deal yet I am here telling myself it is.

Zayn's POV.

"There I did it." I grunt as we pull into in front of my flat.

"She said yes?" Sophia grins.

"No shit." I roll my eyes and begin to open the car.

"Be on your best behaviour and call us when it's over!" Liam starts the car as I jump out.

"Yeah, yeah." I wave them off and enter my clean flat. No one knows, but I have a strange obsession with cleaning things. Every time a girl asks why my flat's so clean I tell them I hire a maid because honestly it sounds so fucking embarrassing, though some girls like Lana would probably find it hot. Lana, Lana, Lana. I probably could fix that girl up to my liking's, but do I really want to? Is she worth it the big struggle? She's hot as fuck and has a great body but her personality is a boner killer, that's for sure.

I look through my alcohol cabinet that is by my fridge, but for some reason nothing sounds good enough to make me drunk out of my mind, so I close it and pace around the flat. It get's fucking boring here and many times I try to invite Perrie but her boyfriend is so fucking protective he won't let her breathe without permission. Sometimes I like to visit Harry's frat parties since they seem to go on 24/7, but since the bloke met Tessa he's changed to the fucking point that I can't stand. That's why it was a huge shock to me that he was drunk at Ed's party but that isn't my business and I could care less.

After an hour of thinking, I decide to pick up Lana now and make her experience a time she will never forget. Not fucking her senseless, which will happen, but she needs to live because she seems so fucking cramped. Maybe she'll like the fake me and I can make Liam and Sophia's plan a lot fucking better.

Notes

Again sorry for jumping back and forth through POV'S. I promise once the story line goes that will stop :) Oh and Lana's name is pronounced L-ON-AH And I imagine Lana's mum as Julianne Moore and her dad as George Clooney! Yes I know they're older. But some people have older parents :) xx I am 19 and my dad's 64 aha. Who do you imagine the parents as?