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Chapter 25

Horseback riding was fun, but it had to end at some point. Especially because my legs were already bruised and hurting, riding a horse didn’t help that at all. We had ridden back to the stables and Greg walked back to the house with us. He invited us over for dinner, which was hard to refuse. Christine looked the most excited of course. The second Greg left, Christine dragged me up to her room and started tearing apart her closet.

“I have nothing to wear!” She nearly screamed, throwing clothes helter-skelter. I rolled my eyes and fell back on her bed, putting an arm over my face exhaustedly.

“You have more clothes than they show at fashion week. They could host three years worth of fashion week with your closet. Don’t exaggerate.” I teased.

“Well, what do I wear Lana?” She asked, sounding pitiful. I looked up to see her slumped against her closet door. I sat up and gave her a thoughtful smile.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

“Was I awfully obvious earlier?” She asked, a worried look crossing her face.

“Yes.” I replied with a laugh. “But don’t worry. I think he feels the same way. Now, let’s see what to put on you tonight.” I shuffled through what clothes were still hung in her closet. “I’m assuming we’re having dinner with his parents, yes?”

“His father. His mother passed a long time ago.” She explained.

“Oh.” I replied, feeling bad for bringing that up.

“Do you ever miss your father, Lana?” She asked me nonchalantly. I knew she only meant it in curiosity, but I was never one to speak about my father.

“Well, he died when I was really little.” I started, handing her clothes I thought would be appropriate. “I don’t really remember him to be honest, just flashes and images. I do remember one thing though,” I said, feeling a sad smile spread on my face. I looked down at the clothes in my hand, my mind going somewhere I didn’t usually let it wander.

“What’s that?”

“Every night, he would come in my room and sing to me in Spanish, a lullaby. I can’t remember the words, but I can still hum the melody.” I closed my eyes, hearing my father’s deep voice.

“Can you hum it for me?” She asked, and I shook my head.

“Not right now. Maybe another time.” I said, trying to sound as polite as possible. With my emotions already on edge, I didn’t want to chance it. She nodded understandingly and we went on picking out clothes.

“By the way, since we’re already here for a while…I decided to push back my party.” Christine said quietly.

“Oh no! I’m such a terrible advisor and friend! I completely forgot about your party!” I said, almost tearing at my hair.

“Stop, Lana. It’s okay.” Christine stood, pulling my arms from my hair and rubbing my arms soothingly. “We’re using all the plans from before only a little altered. It’s not that far back. I’ve spoken to mother and Patricia about it.”

“I wonder what they’re going to tell the press about us all suddenly disappearing.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that it already leaked to the press what happened to you. But that only means it will be easier to find Logan. Everyone seems to be on the lookout for him now.”

“Have you been speaking to my aunt a lot?” I asked. I guess I sounded angrier than I meant it, but I didn’t understand why I wasn’t getting any of this news. She looked nervous before answering.

“Yes, she’s called a lot since we’ve gotten here. She wanted to check on you. And no Lana, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to you. She wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear the news quite yet. She’s afraid you’re still in a…delicate state.” Christine answered carefully.

“I see.” There was a moment of silence and I let out a sigh. It made sense that she was worried about giving me information on Logan. Even just thinking his name made me shudder. I decided to change the subject. “So when did you and Greg meet?”

“When we were a lot younger, though I can’t really recall the first time we met. I do remember last time though. I was still only fourteen, so he didn’t really look at me that way.”

“You had a crush though.” I guessed and she nodded, looking away dreamily.

“But he was unavailable.” She added, with a frown.

“Was he dating anyone at the time?” I asked and she shook her head.

“Um, kind of.”

“What does kind of mean?”

“He was trailing after another girl. See, he wanted to be with Anise but she was too preoccupied with Ian to care much about Greg.” Christine laughed and then covered her mouth quickly, knowing she had said something she wasn’t supposed to.

“So Anise and Ian were dating back then?” I asked, feeling my face get hot in anger. “Ian lied to me.”

“No, he just didn’t want to worry you.” She said quickly, looking very nervous.

“Why would I be worried?” I asked. I could tell by her face that there was more to this than she was telling me. Christine’s eyes widened, but she didn’t utter a word. I got up and started feeling my pockets, only to remember this outfit didn’t have any pockets.

“What are you looking for?” She asked me.

“My phone.” I grumbled, annoyed. I turned to her. “Where’s your phone?”

“I don’t know.” She said a little too quickly. I narrowed my eyes at her and held out my hand.

“Give me your phone, Christine.”

“No, Lana. I don’t know what you’re thinking but it doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“Give it to me, or I’ll tell Greg that you’re madly in love with him and you write in your diary his name and yours with little hearts.” I said with complete seriousness. She stared at me open-mouthed, and I stared back, waiting with my hand still outstretched. Without another word, she handed me her phone.

“I’m sure he was just nervous about you being emotional right now and didn’t want to burden you any further.”

“Burden me? That’s a hell of an excuse for lying to me about a past girlfriend. If it wasn’t a big deal he wouldn’t have felt the need to lie.” I seethed, having trouble dialing the numbers with my shaking hands. I had a few things in mind as I dialed. I was finding out every little thing I could, and there was no way in hell Ian was getting away with lying to me.

We headed over to Greg’s not too long after in one of the cars they kept here. Chad was driving, Ian in shotgun leaving both Christine and I in the backseat. Ian could tell something was up with me, but I didn’t say anything. Christine looked uncomfortable, glancing in between us nervously.

“Hey Lana, I really love that dress on you.” He offered, looking over and I nodded.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” I replied coldly. He cleared his throat and I saw Chad send him a look that said ‘you did something bad, now fix it’. I took to looking out the window, leaving both Christine and Chad to break the silence with their conversation, making it seem less awkward.

When we finally reached, I was the first out of the car. Greg’s house was beautiful, a little smaller than the country estate, but still pretty big. Ian came over and put an arm around my waist. I let him, but stayed stiff. I was still angry. Especially after those calls I made and what I managed to force out of Christine. I think I only made myself feel worse after them. I could tell the entire time I was on the phone, Christine was having a mini-heart attack. She had gone very pale, and took to biting her nails, which she never did.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked me, worried. I felt a little of the ice melted when he worried so much about me. That really didn’t help with my anger though.

“I’m fine.” I still snapped back. “Let’s go have dinner.” Ian looked over at Christine worriedly and she looked away quickly. Suddenly, I saw the frightened look in his eyes. He had every reason to be scared, because I was beyond angry.

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Oooooh: So who did Lana call? What did she find out from the mystery caller and Christine to make her sooo pissed off? That's all for now chickies! Please vote, comment, and check out my facebook fanpage: in external link!