Problem Solving

Dominance

Lana's POV

I stare at her. What the fuck?

After she treated me like that at school, she asks if I'll come in?

"Didn't you hear me?" She half teases  then steps aside and gives me a look to say 'hurry up'.

Shamefully I do as she wants. I go into her sweet smelling house.. her parents never seem to be home. I know she has a sister but she isn't often home either.

Strange.

"Lana, might I just point out that you being here is rather redundant if you continue not to say anything" she leads me through to her living room.

I bet she calls it a "lounge", something extra. A "parlour" perhaps. Do people in real life call living rooms "parlours"? I think they used to...

I remember I'm meant to be talking to her

"I don't... fucking... understand you." I look at her, she smiles a little and indicates for me to sit down on her couch. I do. But I hate that she told me to, and that she has me where she wants me. It's all a power game, maybe.

"You use such bad language for such a pretty face, you shouldn't swear as much" I'm sure she's flirting. I think my mouth drops open a little, my eyes narrow.

"I'm sorry what the actual fuck is going on? Why were you like that to me at school and why did you make me sit down and why did you call me pretty and why the fucking fuck should I stop swearing on your account?" I let it all out. I even swear more than I should. just to prove my petty point.

Real smooth, Lizzy.

"At school?" She pretends to not know what I'm talking about. I nod

"Yeah when you were being bad to me and making me feel bad and jealous." Shit. Shit! I did not just say that. Did I really just tell her I was jealous? Fuck.

She kinda smirks

"I didn't mean it." I say firmly, but it's too late. She's still smiling that sexy smile, teasing me through and through. Ugh fuck her.

"I just wanted to point out how it can feel one sided sometimes in a friendship like ours."

"A friendship like ours? What's that meant to mean?" I snap. I really shouldn't lose my patience with her but I kinda have to so that I reclaim a sort of a dominance over her. I can do it well with guys. Not her though. And I hate that.

Someone so... cute, and so.. pink, would be the easiest to dominate, you'd think.

But that is not at all the case.

"Yes a friendship like ours." She kinda holds her bottom lip with her tongue.. I try not to feel anything from it. "Don't think that I haven't seen how you look at me"... I feel like I burn from the inside out.

"I wanna go home" I find myself saying, she smiles

"I didn't say I don't look at you the same"

"No stop I'm straight okay? I'm straight, and I'm not gonna date you, and I don't want to" oh my god am I gonna cry? "I'm not gay, I'm not gonna date you" I strengthen my voice. She just looks at me, like she's sympathising with me. I hate it. I feel small.

"Look, I didn't say that. I didn't say you were gay, or that I wanted to date you, just know that I think you're pretty, and I like that you think I am." She says. I feel like it was an attempt at comforting me. My head tells me to hate it, but my chest kinda can't decide how to take it.

And just like that, she's become the dominant. 

"You know you can go home if you want" she tells me gently. Again, I hate the baby treatment. I need to prove that I'm tough and can take it.

"No"

"No?" She smiles "what type of an answer is that?" ... is she trying to be sweet and funny?

"Why'd you say I stare at you? Or whatever you were getting at.."

"We're talking about this?" She asks, I nod.

"We are". Nice. Dominant.

She kinda looks me up and down a sec. It's intimidating but almost kind..?

She comes and sits next to me. I kinda swallow. Nervous? Really?

Stupid.

"As a woman, you know when someone's looking at your tits" she smirks, testing the waters with teasing me again. I narrow my eyes at her

"I don't."

"Then what do you look at?" She asks. Her British accent makes her end her sentence with a soft tap of the tongue behind the teeth, which leaves her mouth looking pretty and kinda open. It's hot.

"Your outfits." I look her in the eyes. She's bound to crack under pressure.

"Lana, not everything's a war" she half smirks.

"What makes you say that?" I ask, she kinda looks at me to imply I'm doing it now. "Look you've got me on edge or something, I can't help it"

"Wow I'm edging you already" she smiles. I hate that I wanna smile. I put my head in my hands to hide it. "I'm sorry that was rather crude."

"You're confusing as fuck you know.. you put me through so much" I mumble, taking me head out of my hands. I did miss seeing her face.

"I don't mean to"

"Sure you don't"

"Hey I mean it." She bores into me with them deep brown eyes. As always, I like it. "I don't mean to make you feel anything bad. But today I just wanted to make you realise"

"And the guy coming to meet you?"

"I like to incorporate a jealousy aspect, as it shows how people truly feel when they think someone has what they do."

...

"I have you?" I ask, she nods

"Indeed you do. And I you, whether you like it or not" she smiles. I don't let myself smile but I don't particularly scowl. Which is more than enough. "And just to put your mind at ease.. I'm quite gay."

"Oh..".. how does she want me to respond.. maybe it's a test.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm thinking of getting takeaway"

"Takeaway? You mean takeout?"

"That's right. What do you say?" She asks.... hmmm.

"Depends on the takeout"

"Your choice entirely. I'm not a fussy eater." She almost smirks. Damn, another sex joke? She practically loves putting me through things.

"Chinese good?" I ask, pushing past it.

"Excellent. We'll look online for a menu"

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A/N

Hey guys lol this took a while. I haven't been well recently, let's hope it's not corona lol. (Cases have been bad in my state, but don't worry I'm keeping safe and clean). I hope you enjoyed this part, it was nice to write. I'll probably update again soon cuz I rlly do enjoy writing this.

Stay safe and well <3