Being Lana

Chapter 13: Not my Business

"Lana, help me I'm going to die!"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the wall, we were currently standing in front. "I told you that those shoes are going to be the death of you."

Kate sat down on the flower and took her heels of, which made her eyes bulge out, "Oh my God, there is big fat thing sucking my toe! TAKE THAT BITCH AWAY! HURRY!!"

Kate was practically hyperventilating, pulling my leg down to take the thing of her foot. "Kate, calm down. That's just a blister."

She relaxed, heaving out a sigh of relief, "One second later my toe would've been gone, I tell you that. I always have a pair of scissors in my bag."

After that sentence I put a meter distance between us.

"JK! Jeez, Lana, breathe a little!" in a heartbeat Kate was back on her feet, 10 inches shorter and her heels abandoned in her grasps, "Gosh, I need a drink. I'm sobering up."

I grabbed her arm, before she was able to vanish into thin air, "I don't think that's-"

"Look, a cat!"

I looked in the direction she was pointing at because, well, you could say that cats are my soft spot. Don't look at me like that, please. Cats are the cutest and fluffiest things on this earth- no in this whole fucking universe!

That basically is the reason behind why I lost Kate in the middle of a high school party the second time in a two hour span.

Don't judge.

I grumbled profanities under my breath, shoving drunk ass people out of my way. I walked in the direction of the hallway in which the toilet from before is located. But when I finally reached my destination, I let out a frustrated groan. In front of the bathroom was a massive amount of people with a full bladder waiting to use the toilet seat one after the other. I dragged my tired legs to the last person, standing in the line.

Fast forward to the next five minutes. The line didn't shorten one inch. Two further people just extended it. It felt like something was going to explode down there in the next few minutes because of above-average pressure, created by a ton of soda.

I think I just couldn't handle the waiting anymore, I know that my impatience can't excuse what I did next but, well, who am I trying to convince here. I waved the white flag and surrendered to my bladder.

Who am I kidding, I didn't pee in my pants if you think that. I would never do that to my super cool sweats called Stiles. That would be just plain rude. But instead I did something else that was really hard for me after basically wasting such a long period of my time and strength.

I turned around and made my way out of the hallway. With a fast space and in need of another toilet. I ran through the house, checking one hallway after the other when I finally found my paradise in a vacant area. I inwardly screamed out a "Hallelujah!".

After I finished and washed my hands. I opened the door to leave but I saw a familiar figure in a corner, hunched over talking on their phone.

Tom talked in whispers, looking really anxious and on alarm modus. Not intending on eaves-dropping, I made out a few words, that don't made sense without context. My suspiciousness was raised more and more and when he ended the phone call still very nervous shortly after, I knew a confrontation wouldn't harm me.

I closed the bathroom door, which suddenly created a squeaking sound, causing Tom to look in my direction, red alarms vibrating through his skull. I looked him dead in the eyes not impressed and narrowed my eyes when he visibly gulped. That's when he turned around, to bolt the fuck out but his attempt fortunately failed.