Protective

Plot Holes

Lana

Afraid of losing you.

That's what he said to me last night. I practically scoffed whenever I thought about it. He didn't exactly act like he was afraid of losing me. Nowadays he didn't act like that was what he felt.

Not that I cared anymore. I didn't care. I had bigger things to worry about than Yeremy's big change.

He sat next to me in our second to last period as he always did and I planned out what I was going to do about Roman and our date.

He had asked me days ago and he finally caught me where I didn't know how to get out of it. It was eerily persistent for someone who was only after sex.

But knowing what he wanted gave me all the advantage, and I did not mind dangling it in front of him to get what I wanted.

I needed a way in. A way that would bring him to his knees while I robbed him of his power.

I felt grateful for the sound of the bell ringing. I could spare myself another round of uncomfortable silence and find more out about Roman's plans for our date tonight.

"Do you like Italian?" was the first thing he said when I sat down, "There's this really nice spot I could take you to."

I frowned, "Dinner, hmm? Is that as creative as you get, Roman?"

"You don't approve?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

"It's not that I don't approve," I smiled back, "I just thought you would add a little razzle dazzle."

He laughed, "Razzle dazzle? Is that the best you could come up with?"

I shrugged still smiling, "All I'm saying is that we can have dinner any other time. Let's do something fun tonight."

"Alright," he agreed, "But if this goes well, does that mean I have the chance for a second date."

"So that party at your house the other night," I lightly rested my chin on my hand and leaned forward, "That wasn't our first date?"

He shook his head, "I don't think I impressed you nearly enough for that to be out first date. I mean you did ditch me later on."

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't ditch you."

"You definitely ditched me," he laughed, "But don't worry, I am real forgiving. I'll give you a chance to make it up to me."

"Oh, how generous of you."

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Yeremy

I knew that I couldn't exactly say anything to her. Especially after the stupid shit I had said to her just last night. Afraid of losing her?

What kind of an idiot was I turning into that I would say something like that? Not to mention that I didn't even give her a chance to respond before I practically ran out of the kitchen.

And I know she noticed. Of course she notice. Lana notices everything even if she won't say it.

I wanted to bring up how little I cared for Roman. I wanted to tell her that I thought she could do way better but it would have meant nothing anyway. She didn't mean anything she said to him.

She said as much to Rose that day I hid in that bush.

But if she was playing him, why was she doing it? Someone like him who practically played people for a living wasn't a fool. He might catch onto what she was doing and then what?

Surely he'd make her pay for it and then I'd have to kill him.

And not ram him with a car and speed off kill him. I'd have to snatch him out of his sleep and leave little clues here and there to make sure it looked like he disappeared. I'd take a large sum of money out of his trust, send texts here and there to his friends and family, then I'd ping his phone to a truck to make it seem like he was constantly on the move.