I watched her climb up the stairs, having a hard time processing what she said.
"What the f**k, man?" - I asked, turning to Danny and his sheepish expression was enough of a clue she actually met Lana, the last person I wanted to be introduced to my mate. - "Ellie met Lana, didn't she?"
"She did." - he confirmed, wincing.
"And?! Were they arguing? Was Lana… well, Lana?" - I asked, feeling blood pumping faster in my veins.
"Actually, no. She just said she needed to speak with you, but…" - he stopped himself, looking as if he was choosing the right words.
"What?! Just say it, damn it!" - I snapped, needing to know what kind of disaster Lana was planning for me now. For the last three years, we went through the long rounds of glares from afar, sneaking into my room, because she 'felt
