Lola’s POV.
I wake up the sound of someone pounding on my front door. Today is Monday, and I slept most of yesterday and evaded the calls from my mom. I knew what she was going to say, and I didn’t have the brain capacity to listen to her reason as she would call it, when in reality it she is trying to push me for an alliance.
Danny wasn’t kidding when she told me early hours Saturday morning that Saturday nights were busy. I was tired and happy. Content even. Even when Mika kissed me, I was on cloud nine. Not even the venom that Tanya was spitting my way or the daggers she was glaring at me dulled the excitement in me for what happened.
Sure, she gave her usual “He’s mine, b***h, so stay away,” speech. I grew bored with it and walked away from her. She thought she had won. But I wasn’
