Problem Solving

Life Imitates Art

Lana's POV

"As if this girl isn't annoying enough, I have to sit next to her in English now.. I love english and she's ruining it" I frown, Blake shrugs.

"I think she's sweet. And you should talk to her maybe" he suggests, I shake my head

"No. Why would I?"

"Cos I think you like her" he smirks, trying to tease.

"No way.. I'm straight." I tell him confidently.. But am I straight? I must have wanted to kiss Electra that night. She doesn't seem the type to make the first move, and drunk Lana is certainly the type to flirt and make out with people. I know that from what happened between me and Blake when we first got drunk together, we woke up together and I'd given him hickeys all over.

"Isn't everyone just a little gay though? And I've never seen you hate someone in this way." He explains, as though he's been studying it all. I make a face "no no listen to me though. You don't really have a reason to hate her, you say yourself that she's beautiful. I think you like like her, and only don't like her because you want her in a way you don't know if she wants you."

Well fuck.. so what? Maybe Blake was right. Just maybe. By no means entirely.. I've never crushed on girls before, so why would I crush on Electra Heart?

"You're making shit up" I fold my arms, he raises his eyebrows and hands in a sort of 'okay you know best' way. It irritates me because he's not saying that he's probably wrong.

"Cheer up, you got english next though" he teases "see you later Lana" he walks away before I can say anything else. I just roll my eyes and walk to my english class and just watch everyone else come to line up. Blake isn't in this class today because he's got guitar lessons alternate weeks.. besides, I don't sit with him anyway. I sit next to Electra Heart. The girl I..... kissed?

Really Lana, you had to kiss her of all people?

Miss Eason gets here pretty quickly and lets us in. I sit down in my seat and get out my work. We're working on writing poetry which I love because I've always been creative and liked writing. Writing songs or poetry especially.

At the minute I'm working on song lyrics, but they rhyme and can disguise easily as poetry very easily. The song doesn't have a name, but it's based on my experience of parties and what it can do to you when you party too hard. Which I sometimes do, admittedly.

She says you don't wanna be like me, looking for fun getting high for free,
I'm dying, I'm dying.
She says you don't wanna get this way,
Street walking at night and star by day.
It's tiring. It's tiring.

I read over what I already have. I know something's missing, it just isn't clicking with me yet.

I notice Electra Heart sit down beside me. Today she's wearing a cropped white long sleeve top with a high waisted pink skirt that comes down about six inches from the top of her thighs. She looks good. So good.. but I cannot be into her like Blake thinks I am.

"Hello Lana" she smiles, I nod and just look back at my lyrics. "Umm.. can we talk?" I hear her ask quietly

"About what?" I ask her, looking at her face. Her lips are light pink and look so soft and biteable.

Why am I thinking about a girl like this?

"Sitting together." She breaks me away from my thoughts. I'm grateful that she does, thinking about my sexuality is increasingly difficult.

"What about it, we suffer it don't we?" I half joke. She lowers her eyebrows a little, I presume she isn't going to say anything so go back to thinking about my lyri-

"I wasn't going to suggest to you that it'd be better if you weren't so bloody rude." She tells me firmly and very British-ly. I look at her. She's trying way too hard to seem confident and like she's not regretting confronting me like that.

"Excuse me?" I can't not smile... it was kinda cute when she snapped at me.

"You're very rude to me. All I want to do is talk to you" She looks at me with the same sincerity.

"I just think we're extremely different."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, offended. "Just because you're a bad girl".. hmm.

"A what?" I challenge her

"A bad girl." She stands by it. Wow.. bold move.

"And what about it? Aren't you scared you're too pure to talk to me?" I tease, she shakes her head, her blonde curls moving gently.

"We could be friends." She tells me.

Very bold move indeed..

"What makes you think that?" I ask. She looks deeply offended so just turns away and starts her work.

We don't talk for the rest of class, but I do read her poetry and she's honestly a natural. The talent is clear and shining.

'Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title,
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible,
Feeling super super super
Suicidal.'

Is what she's written on one part of the page. Then my favourite part is:

'Adolescence didn't make sense,
A little loss of innocence,
The ugly years of being a fool,
Ain't youth meant to be beautiful?'

I like it because the breaks make it sound like she's crying, and only just getting the sentences out.. well.. That is, if it was to be sung the way it's structured. The lyrics are deep and make you feel so very much for her.

But as if she's lost any of her innocence.

Bell rings for the end of lesson. She puts her stuff away into her bag, puts it over her shoulder, then looks at me.

"I like what you've written, but she needs a name." She tells me, then walks out of class with her friends.

Leaving me alone as I watch her leave, a little gobsmacked and a little inspired.

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A/N

Lana's so mean and Electra's so cute awwwww. Babiessss. All I wanna do is write, expect more updates!