Okay, I know this one's a bit short...but i'm a little at a loss, and im trying to see if i can finish something for roiskate's competition, which is proving more difficult than i thought....lol.

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Chapter 5

Getting past the paparazzi turned out to be an adventure. Everyone wanted a word with Ian and Christine. I let them stop for one still photo of the two of them together before pushing them along into the club. Once we were inside I pulled off the jacket and handed it back to Ian.

“Thanks, but I don’t need it in here.” I said, with a smile.

“Oh, but, what if it gets cold?” He asked, taking it.

“I doubt it will.”

“Well…if you need it, just let me know.”

“Ian, stop trying to cover her up. She’s allowed to show some skin.” Christine teased him and he gave her a sour look. She ignored him and looped her arm through mine before dragging me over to the bar. I ordered my drink of choice, an appletini, and sipped it casually while sitting at the bar. Ian went over to the dance floor immediately and started flirting with some girls. I rolled my eyes when I saw that they were models. Of course…

I felt myself tense when I saw that Logan was here. Last thing I needed was him following us around. From what I knew of him, and that was a lot, he was good at his job which didn’t bode well for me. He spotted me and took a seat next to me at the bar. I started to drink my appletini a little faster.

“Lana…” he dragged out my name and I pursed my lips in annoyance. “So, this is you working? I like it. Nice dress by the way. You never used to dress up like that for me.” He teased and I shrugged.

“It’s my job to keep tabs on Ian and Christine. What? Did you think I’d go to a club in office attire?” I snorted, repeating what Christine had said to me earlier.

“Well, regardless of the reason, I like it.” He was watching me very closely and I turned my gaze onto the dance floor where Christine was sticking close to a few girl friends of hers. I inwardly smiled: doing well so far. “So, how do you like your new job?”

“It’s fine.” I stated, simply. I had to be careful. I was speaking to a reporter and I had to remember to censor myself. Like I said, he was good at his job and he could twist what I say in so many ways. I finished my appletini and I felt him push another one into my hands.

“On me.” He smiled, leaning closer.

“Heh heh heh…” I chuckled nervously, starting on my new drink.

“You know, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you ever since you graduated. We haven’t seen each other in so long, and I’ve missed you.”

“So I’m guessing that whore Veronica left you high and dry then?” I snapped and he looked speechless for a moment.

“Things ended between us earlier this year, yes.” He explained after regaining his composure. “But, I never stopped thinking about you Lana. You were always the girl I wanted: smart, sweet, beautiful.” He cupped my chin and met my gaze. “I always wanted things to work out between us, Lana.”

“Then why didn’t you try harder?” I whispered, hoarsely. He was bringing up hurtful memories that I had worked hard to forget. I pulled away from him abruptly and looked over to see Christine beckoning me over to her group. I threw back the rest of my drink, the vodka burning my throat. “You made it clear that you didn’t want me Logan. I don’t want to hear your excuses, because I refuse to believe that everything has suddenly changed.” I left him without another word and joined Christine.

The girls all danced together and then some guys started to join in with us. At first I felt uncomfortable because they all had boyfriends or guys they knew that came up to dance with them. I was pretty alone dancing in the middle. I went to turn and head back to the bar when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a voice whisper in my ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I blushed when I heard Ian’s voice and felt his lips touch my ear.

“Well, I didn’t want to dance alone…” I started and he chuckled, spinning me to face him. He pulled me close and started dancing with me, causing my face to heat up.

“These guys are daunted by the thought of approaching you. Most of them are celebrities of some sort, and they know who you are and what you do. You’re a beautiful, strong, driven woman. You are intimidating.”

I laughed. “Intimidating? I’m probably the least intimidating person you’ll meet.” I argued and he shook his head.

“I dunno, you can get pretty scary.”

“That’s just special for you.” I teased and I felt him pull me closer. After dancing for a bit, Ian was stolen by another girl and I backed off to the bar. He had pretty much just left me standing alone on the dance floor as he danced with that model. I couldn’t blame him though, she was beautiful.

I had never been great with guys, and it was just my luck that the one I was starting to like was unavailable to me. Logan had been my first real love, and he had shattered me to bits. I wasn’t sure I was even completely over it yet.

I sighed and ordered another drink, the two-drink rule escaping my memory. I sucked down 2 cokes with Secrum Seven and by the time I had finished, the room was spinning. I was a lightweight when it came to alcohol and I was already pretty wasted.

A guy came over to me at the bar and started flirting with me and for some reason all I could concentrate on was how big his forehead was. When I commented on this and started laughing uncontrollably, he scowled and left without another word. I suppose I’m just too honest when drunk.

I looked over and spotted Ian standing against a wall chatting up a pretty redhead. I stood and staggered over to him. When he saw me, his eyes widened in shock. “Lana?”

“You! You left me on the floor! I mean…the dance-place…” I shook my head, slurring my words together.

“How much have you drank? You said two drinks only! You broke your own rule!” He scolded and I smacked his arm.

“Shut up!” My speech was so slurred it came out more like Shrullup! I tripped on my own heels and fell against him, giggling. “Oh Ian, you wanna know a secret?”

“What secret?” He asked, holding me up.

“You’re hot.” I burst into laughter and he looked confused.

“And that’s funny?” I fell to the side and he pulled me up against him so I would stop falling over. My speech was still very slurred and difficult to understand and he seemed to find it amusing.

“Mmhmm, because you’re a mean person. And it’s not fair that I like a mean person, it’s all your fault.” I poked his chest hard and he laughed at my antics.

“So you like me, hm?”

“Don’t you start getting all narcithiss-…” I struggled to say the word correctly, then gave up. “You just think you’re so gorgeous, don’t you?”

“Well, you’re the one saying it.” He pointed out and I laughed without fully knowing why.

“Yeah…” I admitted and he shook his head.

“Okay, let’s get your drunken ass back home.” He let me lean on him and went to fetch Christine before we left the club. Christine climbed in the front because I was taking up most of the backseat lying against Ian. He continued to laugh whenever I’d say something strange like, “You kinda remind me of a bunny…”

When we arrived back at the palace, Ian hoisted me into his arms and carried me inside.

“Who would’ve thought she’d be the drunk one?” Christine commented as Ian took me up to my room. Christine disappeared in hers and Ian sat me down on my bed.

I looked up to see Ian looking down at me, his expression still amused. “You’re really cute. It’s not fair.” I muttered. My vision was pretty fuzzy and I could feel my head swaying from side to side.

“Well you’re cute too, so I guess we’re even.” He replied softly and I giggled coyly. I looked up and met his ocean blue eyes, unable to look away. He cocked an eyebrow and pushed a stray hair from my eyes. Then, my gaze drifted down to his lips. Full and pouty, and oh so inviting.

When our lips touched, it was like electricity. Something I’d never felt before. I felt his mouth mold to mine as we kissed, his arm circling my waist and pulling me closer. I moaned and he pushed me back onto my pillow. His other hand became tangled in my hair as he tried to pull me even closer, though we were as close as we could get. He finally pulled away looking shocked and I was completely dazed, mostly because I was still very drunk.

“Goodnight, Lana.” He said, out of breath and left the room quickly, shutting the door behind him. I passed out without another thought.

I woke up the next morning in a daze, my head aching. I felt the nausea hit the instant I tried to sit up and I stumbled over into the bathroom. After my meeting with the porcelain goddess, I popped some aspirin and took a cool shower to wake up. I dressed casually today as nothing important was happening. I put on some sweatpants and a tank before heading down to the kitchen. I woke up too late for breakfast, so I would have to find something myself.

I tried to remember everything from the night out, but everything was more or less fuzzy. I remembered speaking with Logan, dancing with Ian, and drinking a lot more but then I couldn’t remember much after that. I wondered what had happened. “Maybe Christine will tell me…” I muttered, entering the kitchen. I jumped when I saw Ian there, snacking on some type of cake. He just stared when I entered, and I cocked my eyebrow.

“What?” I asked, moving over to the fridge and grabbing some juice. When I turned back he was right behind me. “Bah!” I shrieked, stumbling backward and he caught me. He was staring intently at me, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you up to something?” I wagged my finger at him suspiciously. I blushed when his face came closer. “What are you doing?” I asked, shakily. He smirked.

“Nothing. So, have fun last night?” He asked, moving back over to the table and leaning against it.

“Well, to be honest, I can’t remember half of it.” I admitted, pouring the juice into a glass.

“Thought so…” He murmured. “Well, you definitely had the time of your life. I’ve never seen you so forthright.” He smiled, sitting, and I gave him a confused look.

“What do you mean?” I sat at the table across from him.

“Oh nothing; just you claiming your undying love to me.” He teased and I snorted.

“Yeah right, in your dreams.”

“Lana, I’ve told you before, denying your true feelings…”

“I know, I know…I’ll only hurt myself emotionally and physically. You’re so full of yourself.” He sat back and let out a happy sigh.

“Well, why shouldn’t I be? I thought girls liked guys with confidence.”

“Um, you’re way past confidence. You’re in conceited territory.” I snubbed and he let out a fake gasp of hurt.

“Well, you seem to like it.” He said before standing. He ruffled my hair and left the kitchen before I could get out another word.

What the hell had happened last night?

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