LANA'S POV
I returned to my room with shaky hands, making me question if I had somehow acquired the Parkinson's disease within the past few minutes. I unconsciously touched my lips with the tip of my fingers and felt my whole body run cold, then hot. The tips of my ears were hot, as well as the nape of my neck. Why had he kissed me? Oh, scratch that, I kissed him back as well. Did I behave weirdly out there? Why did I feel like Serena disliked me? It was so clear in her eyes, her smiles were fake too. Was I wrong to have immediately excused myself? Did it seem rude in a way? I honestly didn't want to come off as rude, but it felt really weird being in their midst, so cheerful towards a lady that seemed not to like me. For the umpteenth time that evening, I sighed and fell back on my bed,
