**Lana's POV**
I turn around and smile as I bump into a muscle bound chest.
"Hey," He smiles shyly.
"Hi." I reply.
He slowly gets up from the bed and puts on his jacket.
"Where are you off to?" I raise a brow.
"School starts in a few minutes." He answers.
"It's Saturday jerk. Why'd you lie?"
"Lana."
"Yea."
"I'm gay."
And suddenly the world comes crashing down.
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"I'm telling you Lana, that boy is not gay." My best friend Dylan comforts me.
"Yea, I did him yesterday." Stella interrupts.
"Ewww. My sister is talking about her sex life." Dylan makes a face, making me laugh."That's the Lana I know. That jerk doesn't know what he's missing,"
That's when my smile fades.
"But why, they're perfectly normal but after we bang they pull the gay card." I sigh.
"Then it's you." Stella murmurs. Dylan coughs, it was fake. He does that when he's hiding something.
"Dylan. What do you know?" I ask.
"Someone's coming over." He moves his eyes in the direction of a figure.
"Hi." Someone taps my shoulder.
"Hello." I say. "What do you need?"
"You." He responds as his kisses me.
"Lanaaaa!!" Dylan shakes me out of my trance. "You're droooling."
"He's hot." I shrug.
"Oh, how the young have grown." Dylan sighs dramatically. "You used to be that shy nerd, look at my baby coming out of her shell."
"Shut up." I groan.
The boy is blonde, has a great build. He's got beautiful green orbs. Etc.
I'm not exactly a descriptive person bu trust me, he's beautiful.
He strolls to an empty table and within seconds the table is full. He starts laughing and smiling at people. While I stare like the stalker I am with half a French fry in my mouth.
From my exceptional stalking skills I gather that his name is Mason and he just started school here. He's British (or so I've heard.)
And suddenly (act like you didn't expect it), our eyes meet. I think it's because I was staring at him, people usually catch people in the act of stalking. His green eyes lock on mine. Then he slowly rises from his seat and walks towards my table. He stops right in front of me and slowly closes my open mouth and says "babe, you're drooling." Then chuckles away.
Once I regain myself from that boy being so close to my face, I finally register what he said. "That egotistic little."
"You were drooling." Stella tells me.
