Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

S e v e n t e e n

Two days later...// San Fransisco.

Things have been pretty awkward lately. Ever since our almost kiss.

I think what made it so weird it that I didn't protest. God knows why I didn't.

The guys were currently playing in the venue whilst I chilled in my bunk, and me being the loser I am decided to begin writing in my journal thing.

Dear journal,

I believe I am falling for Denis Shaforostov, again.

It's the way he treats me now, he makes me feel so hard to get. He continues to chase me after I've been such a bitch to him. God, I hate myself for writing this. I will probably never let him know.

Maybe it's just the fake relationship bringing fake feelings, but sometimes I forget this whole thing is fake, and that fucks with me.

He brought me on a cute walk around the city of San Fransisco yesterday, he took a picture and posted it on Instagram. We weren't even told to do it, which makes me wonder.

I need to think straight. I need to figure out why I feel this way, nobody will ever know how I feel, except me.

Ps, I had a burger today and it tasted so good ugh.

-Lana xo

I sighed, shutting it before shoving it into my suitcase.

I could not get that asshole out of my head. This is all a stupid little game to him, for me? I feel as if I'm falling for him again. I hate it. I don't want to, but I can't control old feelings.

Suddenly, the bus door swung open. Revealing a pissed off Denis. By himself.

I frowned as I peeked out of the curtain, eventually getting out of the bunk.

Denis was situated at the table. His head in his hands.

I silently walked in. "Uh- you okay?"

He looked up at me, his jaw clenched.

"Some fucking asshole is after pissing me off- I couldn't even go straight to the bar with the guys." He said with clenched teeth.

"What did he say?" I asked quietly, sitting across from him.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Denis." I groaned.

"Some guy was talking about you and I am not fucking repeating it."

"It it involves me then I have a right to know." I defended.

"Fine." He spat. Standing up and pacing the room. "I was outside of the venue after finishing the show about 20 minutes ago, then this dude walks over and starts talking to me- said his name was Jay or some shit like that. He seemed nice until he started fucking saying how hot you were, and that if you didn't have a child he would bang you and- fuck I don't know it just pissed me off."

I tried to fight the urge to laugh, I was used to guys commenting that on my social media.

"Denis Stoff." I smirked. "Are you jealous?"

"What?! F-fuck no." He scoffed.

"Mhm." I chuckled. "Sure."

"I'm not jealous!" He defended. "I just don't think he was a nice man!"

I giggled. "You're so jealous. It's obvious. C'mon pal. Lighten up."

He squinted his eyes. "Did you just call me pal?"

I nodded, opening a bottled water. "Got a problem? Buddy?"

"I'm not jealous." He defended himself yet again.

"Oh yeah, sure and I'm the pope!" I grinned.

"Whatever." He muttered. "I don't get jealous, I get overprotective."

"Overprotective of what?" I chuckled, "your fake girlfriend?"

"Well- I don't know okay? Sometimes I forget this whole thing is fake."

Me too. He did not need to know that though.

"You're weird." I said, shaking my head.

"I am allowed to feel jealou- overprotective over you."

I raised a brow, "why?"

Denis looked at me as if I was dumb.

"You know why. I still like you."

I couldn't help but feel butterflies, which I quickly pushed away.

"Well." I coughed. "We both know nothing's gonna happen."

"Why?" He urged. "Why not? These past few days have been really good, we haven't argued."

"That doesn't mean we can jump back into old habits." I snapped.

"I never said we had to." He shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"God you are blind. I mean, we can take things slow."

"You're crazy." I quickly said.

"You're in denial." He added. "Old feelings are still there. I know it."

"You don't know. You don't know anything about me anymore."

"Well what I do know, is that I'm learning you have changed. But, I know you're putting on a front. You're too nice to act the way you have been lately. I know you still like me because if you really hated me that much you would've let me lose my career."

I huffed. "Whatever."

"See, I know you Lana. You think I don't, but I know everything you're up to. You're hiding the fact you like me, because you don't want to. You're pushing the feelings away but they just keep coming back."

"You don't know that." I scoffed.

Denis stood up, approaching me quickly as I backed away, my back pressed against a wall.

"Then why did you almost kiss me a couple days ago." He smirked.

I stayed silent and shrugged.

He then lifted up my chin with his finger and attached his lips to mine.