Someone Else's Baby

Chapter 1

Updated 2/19/19

Lana's P.O.V.

"So, Lana, where's your girlfriend," Rocky asked me.

I punched his arm, a little un-playfully. 

"We're just friends! And I don't know," I shouted over the bass-heavy electronic music.

"Well, brother, I saw her around seeming a lil lost. Do you know if she coulda left?"

"What? No, she's gotta be somewhere here," I said.

"Well, if you care about this "friend," I suggest you go looking  for her."

"That's what I've been doing."

"Well, fuck, get back to it. Y'all are cute together."

"Fuck you, Rocky!" 

He laughed- his dimples forming.

I called her cell 10 times, yet the call never went through, which led me to believe her phone was out of battery. I made my way up the stairs, which were surprisingly uncrowded. I went out on the rooftop, scanning the tables for a hot brunette.

Nothing but a sea of millennials drinking a little too much champagne and busting out some old dance moves. Some were seated, though, still engaging in their own fun activities; taking pictures with the flash on their iPhone Xs, smiling at each other from across tables, and telling stories of Tinder hookups and whatnot. 

I caught a glimpse of Marina at a table with some other young women and men. Suddenly, I felt my heart drop. She looked aloof and somewhat bored, yet I would've loved to have taken a picture of her then. The moment was perfect. Her sexy black suit was tight on her frame, showing a generous amount of cleavage. My mind wandered to wonder if she wore anything under it, but I stopped myself. I noticed her eyeliner was a little smudged, her wavy hair a little disheveled. She looked absolutely gorgeous, though. The setting sun shone on her. Her hair and skin glowed in the diminishing orange sunlight, and she was ever-so-unintentionally looking off to the skyscrapers next to us. I wondered what she saw in them. 

After I stared at her for a little too long, my eyes shifted to the person sitting next to her; a pretty girl with wavy dirty-blonde hair, bright eyes, and eyebrows that, can I just say, were on point! She made eye contact with me and cocked an eyebrow. I looked over at the rest of the group and realized they were all staring at me, Marina included. 

Shit. 

The girl with the eyebrows waved me over and everyone else grinned at me. My only option was to go to them. I over-exaggeratedly shrugged at them, twirled around in my dress like the extra bitch I am, and walked on over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marina rest her head on her shoulder. 

While I made some slightly awkward conversation with the group and laughed a little, Marina bored into me, our gazes occasionally meeting. I tried to keep myself from getting lost in her eyes by looking at everyone else, but that really only worked half of the time. 

After a few minutes of exchanging glances, she pulled me close.

"Hey, babe," she said- gently placing her hand on my thigh. Oh, my. That was...hot. Despite the fact that I was standing and she was sitting a few feet away, there was no room for the Holy Spirit in between us. 

"We need to leave," she whispered in my ear in a low voice. My heart started racing. oH MY LORD.

"Gotcha," I said- ready to risk it all.

"If you guys could excuse us," she said in her hot British accent. Oh my lord, I forgot how hot it was. Jesus Christ. After daydreaming about her and standing there for about half a minute like a moron, she asked, "you good?"