The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'I WANT YOU TO STOP LOVING ME'

Damien's P. O. V

"Damien can drop you off." The sentence is still running in my head. Mr. Oberain, for some very peculiar reason had suggested this to Lana. And what was worse was that he didn't listen to our denial. At all.

"It's an order." He had said.

So, this was what had happened exactly.

A week after Lana told us about the whole situation with Maia, we were sitting around the table, discussing about the whole plan for Maia's escape. We had come down to the conclusion that the plan might just lead to a fight later. So we need to be armed before that. Lana had straightaway called Mr. Stanley, our weapon dealer, and set up a meeting. But the meeting was to be held in the neighbouring town.

Everyone had straightforwardly put forth that travelling alone for Lana wasn't safe. And though Lana had defended herself, saying she could handle it, everyone agreed to send someone with her.

"Yeah right?! And who is going to be that 'someone'?" She had asked sarcastically. And as if on cue, nearly everyone's eyes had flickered between Henry and I.

My breath had hitched in my throat. No one in the room knew about the incident in the boxing room. Most them didn't even know about
rockiness of our relationship currently. I wasn't expecting it to be me. I could see Lana contemplating it too. I had noticed the way her fist had clenched and unclenched, the way her eyes had fluttered and the way her teeth had bit down on her lips. I had known that she was in deep thought.

Just then Arthur Oberain had spoken up, "Damien can drop you off." And the room had hummed with sounds of approval and agreement. And at the same time both Lana and I had stood up and nearly screamed.

"NO!" And then we had both looked at each other and back in front again.

"Sorry dad but that can't happen." She had spoken hurriedly.

"Exactly. It can't." I had added on, still thinking why exactly could it 'not' happen.

But Arthur had maintained a stoic face and said, " It's an order."

And my mind had gone on an overdrive.

4 hours. A long road trip. In the same freaking car as Lana Wilson.

The world hates me. The universe loathes me.

And that is how I found myself muttering to myself right now, all the possible profanities towards this cruel world coming out of my mouth.

I knew. That shitty decision of Arthur Oberain was going to end up making things worse. I was sitting in the lobby, waiting for Lana to hurry up so that we could leave for the meeting, when my eyes reached the top of the stairs.

She was descending leisurely, as if we weren't already too late. On their own accords, my eyes wandered down Lana's small form. I took in her appearance. Her hair was let down, still damp from the headwash, her eyes were fixated at something on the phone, lips pulled up to a slight smile, her face plain. She was supporting a blue top and washed out shorts with vans.

I swallowed.

She wasn't even trying and I was already weak in my knees. She looked beautiful, the word itself seeming too plain for something so eternally gorgeous.

I composed myself as she approached me, eyes still on the phone, she muttered, "Come on, let's go." And we moved side by side, out of the mansion. The red convertible was right infront. I entered the driver's seat and watched as Lana stood outside still, hands fluttering on the phone. She looked up from the phone for a second. Then as if making up her mind, she reached forward to open the door of the back seat.