Chapter 12

Lana s POV

I just got out of the shower and was halfway through getting changed when the bedroom door opened. Drake walked in, a strange look on his face before noticing me.

"Shit sorry" He says shutting the door. I quickly get dressed, confused as to why he was back already. My clothes are sticking to me from not being able to dry myself properly, nothing worse than squeezing into tights while wet.

"You can come in, I am decent" I call out to him and he opens the door sticking his head in before opening it wider.

"Sorry, I didn t realise you were about to get dressed, Tate said you haven t come out of the room. Are you hiding in here?"

I shake my head and point to my suitcase. "No, just unpacking," I tell him standing there awkwardly. Why does this have to be so weird? I ask myself. Drake sits on the end of the bed before laying down.

"I thought you had to speak to your father?"