"You always overthinking what you're wearing. You look great, he won't be able to keep his hands off you". She smirked.

I had been stood staring at myself in the mirror for the last 20 minutes. "Shut up I don't care what he thinks". Soothing my hands down my jeans I grabbed my leather jacket.

"Seriously Leah can we go". She groaned.

"Yes". She never was the patient one. Grabbing my bag I slung it over my shoulder. "Now remember be nice". I warned. Lana had a big mouth. She calls it ...