After leaving the small cafe, Lana and I proceeded to walk around Los Angeles, but it wasn't the same as earlier. The conversation was stiff, robotic even. She would ask questions that didn't need much explaining and or would just comment little things that wouldn't need much of a response. I wanted so badly to ask her why those messages managed to upset her so much but I feared that would only upset her even more. Who was this Rose person? Friend she gotten into argument with? No, I easily scoff. Ex? I cringe. I didn't want to say it. It only makes the situation worse.

I contemplate on whether or not to reach for her hand or not as we walk down the street, fearing she'd reject the gesture. I finally decide not to, and tuck my hands into the pockets of my shorts. We are almost at the hotel anyhow, there wouldn't really be a point in holding her hand for such a short period of time.

We finally reach the hotel and begin making our way towards the room. I try to think up different ways to strike up conversation, but it will just turn out like the other times. She will give a plain response, a one worded answer, a few more, if I am lucky. I follow suit after Lana and make a turn, but am taken aback when crashing into something. I look up and see those familiar curls falling over those familiar blue eyes.

"Jack," I say surprised, laughing.

"Cara," he seems surprised as well. "I'm sorry, I should have been looking where I was going" he laughs. He lets go of my arms that I hadn't realized he was holding onto and takes a step back. I smile shly at him, embarrassed with the way he is currently looking at me.

"I just got off of work." he says. "And was just going to get a bite to eat at this place a couple streets over, why don't you come?"

"What? That half of a sandwich didn't fill you up?" I joke. "It was huge!"

He laughs at this and crosses his arms.

"C'mon, it'll be my treat." I consider this.

Now that I think about it, I am sortave hungry. Maybe going to eat with Jack wouldn't be so bad, it could give Lana time to get over this thing. Lana, I suddenly remember.

"I hope I aren't interrupting something." she suddenly appears, smiling. Both Jack and I back up a little.

"Lana," Jack says, surprised. "No, no, of course not." he smiles. She smiles back. "Oh, good."

She looks over at me then. "Cara, we should get going, if we want to make that dinner."

"Dinner?" I ask, confused. She never mentioned this before.

"I made us a reservation." she says, as if reminding me. I am just about to ask her the questions that are popping into my head when she turns away from me, looking back over at Jack.

"I'm sorry Jack, we have to go. You know how long it takes to wait for a table on a weekend in L.A." she smiles.

"Oh, yeah. Course, I'm sorry." he stutters. "Another time then?"

"Another time." I smile. Lana begins to drag me away and I am left no other choice but to only wave Jack goodbye. I turn my body to walk properly when I hear him call out again.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" I only nod. The band playing at the bar, I forgot to mention it to Lana. Oh well, i'll just mention it at this dinner we are suddenly scheduled for. She lets go of my forearm and walks the rest of the way towards the room in silence. She must just be in a hurry to get to this dinner, I think to myself.

We reach the room after about three minutes of silent speed walking and I begin walking over to my luggage, ready to pick an outfit for this dinner. I don't think i have anything fancy, though.

"What was that?" I hear her ask. I turn and see her standing there, demanding. But I dont have a clue to what she is referring to. Is this because I almost tripped a second ago?

"What?" confused, I stay there standing. Waiting for her response.

"That, back there. With Jack." wait, what? I walk closer, thinking maybe I heard her wrong.

"What?" I ask her again.

"You were flirting with him." she says, as if it is clear as daylight. I cant help it. I chuckle.

"Flirting?" this only seems to anger her even more.

"And what was that? The talk about the sandwich, going to eat. And the 'see you tomorrow!'. What was that?" I laugh.

"Lana, youre being ridiculous. When I was walking around earlier, I ran into Jack and we started talking. He offered me half of his sandwich and I accepted. Towards the end when he walked me back to the room he invited me to go see a band that his friend is in play. That's all." I explain. "As far as the inviting me to eat with him goes, he was just being friendly."

"Friendly?" she laughs. "Oh that's good." she says sarcastically. I only stand there confused.

"He wants to fuck you." she says bitterly. "How can you not fucking see that?"

I look at her in shock. Not just by how she is speaking, but at what she is accusing. Jack and I are just friends. She is wrong.

"No he doesnt." I defend. She laughs again, sourly.

"Open your eyes Cara. He was practically mind fucking you." her cool fingers make contact with my temple and she begins to walk away. "And you're not going to see that band."

Anger begins to bubble up inside of me then. Who is she to tell me what I can and can not do? I will go see that band play if I please. I don't need her permission for that.

"Yes, I will." I speak out. She turns back to look at me, almost surprised.

"No, you wont." she says sternly.

"Yes I will." I stand my ground. "Whether you want me to or not."

She begins to walk towards me and I think about squirming into a ball, but I stand my ground. I have to let her know she cant tell me what to do.

"I said no, Cara. The only reason why he wants you there is to get into your pants. I know Jack better than you." she states. "You think you re the first girl he has invited to go see a band that his friend is in play?"

ouch.

"I'm going." I state. I turn away from her and begin walking to the door. I don't want to be here right now, and I don't want to cry in front of her either. God knows I am already on the verge of tears.

"Where the hell are you going?" she asks.

"Bloody hell do you care." I slam the door and begin making my way out of the hotel. I hear the room door open and begin picking up my pace, eventually jogging, then running. This is not how I wanted today to go.