Lana Prince is not your typical teenage girl.
She's only one of the most prettiest girls in school, with more friends than she could count on her pretty little fingers, her life isn't as peachy as it seems.
It is full of troubles from her aunt and u...
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Lana texted him. And he replied within seconds to her simple 'hey'.
Erick: Who's this?
Lana cluelessly looked up at Brittany, who was braiding her own thick dark hair into french braids. She lazily rolled her obsidian eyes, dropped the hair that was in her hands, and grabbed Lanas' phone.
Lana: this is Lana, the new girl
Erick: oh yeahhh, I definitelyy know you
Lana leaned over curiously, and stared at Brittany who squinted her eyes. "You see how many h's and y's he used? That's a gooddd signnn."
"Brittany, lets just stop-"
Brittany ignored her, typing on her keyboard aggressively with her neon orange acrylics. Lana wondered if acrylics were painful, she never got them done before, and she can't recall a time that was really necessary for false nails.
"Oh my god he's calling-" Brittany exclaimed, her doe eyes glinting in amusement.
Lana felt her palms grow hot and sweaty, "What? Why?"
"Because I told him to call you."
"Brit!" Lana cried out, but she simply held up a shush signal and passed her the phone. Lana has no other option than to answer, that or hop out of Brittanys' two story house...which honestly, sounded like a better option than meeting up with Erick.
"Hello?" Lana answered, feeling her voice go up an octave. She flushed, she never gets nervous like this - and maybe it's because she really never took a wild chance like this before.
"Hey," his voice was deep, smooth. She expected he would sound like that. His angled jaw, a five o clock shadow, and his overall aged appearance drew a form of mystery to him. "You know...I wouldn't expect you would sound like that."
Lana cleared her throat, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear - but she was forgetting that Erick wasn't here...she didn't need to keep up her appearance. After all, she had no makeup on, pjs from the 9th grade and a Biore nose strip on plastered on her pores.
"Sound like what?"
"Like that." He answered, "You sound so innocent."
Lana flared up, out of embarrassment and being labeled as innocent. It was just rude, she didn't want to be seen as that...not anymore.
