Yeah, I'm not into the "let's use a whole chapter just to explain what we're writing!" stuff.

I know that if you're really into a book and they upload an A/N instead of the next chapter, it can really piss you off.

If you really wanna know what this book is about, read the description. That's what it is there for!

By the way, Lana is pronounced (Law-nuh) not like *lan* in Atlanta. Think of like the 'do rae me la'. It's like that.

Anyway, I'm done. Enjoy ;)

~Baylee

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I hate this class.

"So you'd multiply a over 12 by the product of.. blah blah blah blah blah..to find..blah blah blah..circle." The lecture Mr. Swintz was giving us was deathly boring.

More numbers and shapes. More pretend note taking. Less paying attention.

"The blah blah blah.." Cue class input. "Right! Good job. Now let's talk about..blah blah blah."

Here goes the letter, numbers, and shapes again. Who the hell decided to put those together anyway? Like I'm going to need to know how to find the area of a circle. I'm going to be a writer for Christ's sake.

"Lana!" Mr. Swintz called my name, effectively yanking me out of my stupor.

"What?" I said defensively.

"Don't what me lady. Were you paying attention?"

I'm so not in the mood for this. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Does anyone pay attention in your class?" I heard a few snickers behind me.

"Don't give me any attitude! I outta call your parents." He raised his eyebrows.

"You need the house, cell, or work number?" I smirked.

"Fine, I won't call your mother. Give me a report-"

Fucking hell.

"Look, it's been a long day, so could you just not?"

"Awe, I'm sorry hun. Let me rephrase. Give me a 10 page report on business. Due, let's say, Monday." The smirk was wiped off my face and replaced on his.

That only gave me 3 days! Otherwise known as, my whole weekend. Not to mention it would have to be on my worst class.. Business, of all the things, he had to pick that.

"There's no way I can get-"

"No, I think two days will suffice. Turn it into me Sunday morning 8:00. Oh! I want some input from real business men."

"What hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, someone's going to make an appointment to see one of the men who run this city. That someone is going to be you."

What did I get myself into?