Chapter 3

Third person...

Mike still hadn't come out of his room and Luke wasn't at all amused. He was rather grumpy and although Ariana was moving her ass grinding it on his crotch he was still off. He knew Mike was sulking in his room and the fact that he couldn't do anything about it pissed him off even more. He could not leave his guest of honor unattended and Ariana was showing no signs of leaving his side tonight. For Christ's sake this whole party was for him to familiarize himself with people, because like it or not they were starting varsity in a few weeks and there was no way he was going to avoid running into people.

His mind shifted back to the girl trying very hard to turn him on but failing at it more that he did at Chemistry in high school.

Maybe she got the wrong idea when I said I enjoyed her company Luke thought to himself while the girl was clinging onto him like there was no tomorrow.

Luke didn't do relationships at all. He never did. He always thought they were too much work than they're worth And he just couldn't keep up with their forever changing moods. He was way too young to be dealing with girl issues and worrying himself about remembering shit like anniversaries. He couldn't even remember the last time he shaved. Talking about shaving, he stroked his jaw feeling his facial hair already growing there and made a mental note to shave the next morning.

He only slept with Ariana twice and she was already clingy.

I should have told her first time that it was once off. Man fuck me, why the hell did I invite her here. Shit now she probably thinking I like her and stuff. Wait that means-... No way she can't think we're dating can she. We just fucked man I'm so stupid.

Luke’s head was starting to throb just by thinking about Ariana and he needed to set the record straight with her. This was giving him a headache and he already had a lot on his plate as it was.

Groaning loudly he snaked his arms around her waist making her giggle. Why the hell is she giggling for, man this is going to be a lot harder than I thought, I just wanted to get her off me. His mind started thinking of the whole Ariana thing again and this time he stopped it just in time before it corroded his last barely surviving brain cells. He couldn't afford a headache and possibly migraine not now.

Slowly he got himself up from the couch and went to get himself a drink from the kitchen. This was all too much he thought.

He began walking towards the kitchen when something caught his eyes or rather a some one. Marilyn Lila Harold the daughter of the millionaire mogul Wolfram Harold of Wolf corp. And the missing piece on his puzzle, his secret weapon.

She was wearing a very short red dress which hugged her body perfectly showing all her curves and slim waist and those long legs that he just couldn't get enough of. She looked sexy as hell. Well she always was sexy Luke thought. Upon seeing her his headache was all but gone and forgotten.

Lila wasn't his type but she definitely was Mike's type. He remembered once when they were looking at the vogue magazine and they came across her face under the headline sexy teens worth millions and Mike's mouth had gaped upon seeing her face but soon covered it up when he saw Luke was looking skeptical at him.

Luke didn't tell Mike he knew Lila partly because he knew they'd never cross paths but fate was something else Luke thought. He had invited Lila but was sure she wouldn't come. Even though their family companies were discussing a merger he didn't count on it. Lila was always busy. She was after all A teenage girl worth millions

Between modelling for Calvin Klein, being on multiple lingerie commercials and making appearance at Wolframs business dinners she had school and a social life with almost ten million followers so her being here was a blessing in disguise for both Luke and Mike. Mostly for Luke since he was going to make a shit ton of money if he won the bet. But that was besides the point, right?

"Well if it isn't the gorgeous sexy Marilyn Lila Harold" Luke praised in his signature flirty voice sporting a huge grin on his sinful face. Lila turned at the familiar annoying voice. She'd recognize it anywhere and she was right. Flushed in a sexy outfit of a Gucci skinny jean and a polo shirt stood Lucas Stone the shameless play boy. Oh how she wanted to smack his stupid face right now, but she knew she couldn't. There were too many patrons with phones and she just couldn't let Luke tarnish the image she had worked so hard for. Because one video of her doing anything relatively bad her career would be over. Bringing her to another reason she was here. Why you ask, because stupid face Luke had very unconventional pictures of her.

So she schooled her face and showed her beautiful white teeth. There was a reason she was a three time Miss Fashionista, she could smile through anything and still look drop dead gorgeous "Lucas sweetie how have you been? Caught any STD yet?" she taunted back with a knowing smirk on her plump lips. She knew he hated being called Lucas just as much as she hated being referred to as Marilyn. Her mother just had to name her after a hoe.

Luke wasn't at all pissed or angry like she was or how she expected him to be. He was rather amused his eyes were glimmering and strikingly ocean blue which could only mean he was happy. She knew he didn't expect her to show up yet had sent the invite anyways but she didn't expect him to be this happy.

This meant one thing Luke had a favor to ask and it wasn't pretty. The little cunning animal.

She mentally face palmed herself and reminded her future self to never show up to any of Lucas Stone's party ever.

" Lucas honey I know you're trying your best to not be scary, but really that stupid smile is making you worse. Close your mouth before you swallow a fly" Lila once again attempted to get a rise from him but Luke still wouldn't bulge, he just kept on smiling like the idiot he was.

Luke took her to sit down and didn't even offer to let her sit on his lap which he always did which she always declined, he must be really desperate she thought smirking inside knowing she was going to enjoy making Lucas squirm like insolent animal he was.

Once they had sat down Luke glared at an innocent boy with reading glasses really who needs reading glasses at a party, nerds. Two minutes later the nerdy boy came back with their drinks. Lila mentally slapped herself for enjoying this instead of milking Luke for the real reason why he had summoned her presence and being excessively nice and less flirty " is it just me or are you sucking up to my fine perky ass dear Luke. You finally got over that crush on me" she taunted trying to fish for answers but Luke knew better and saw right through her

"Patience Milady" he said talking in a fake accent which sounded really terrible to Lila.

"I'm in desperate need of your special skills, if you know what I mean" he winked and flashed a full grin smile. Stupid face Lucas Lila thought to herself seeing him give that smile she so hated

Ahhh I knew it Hillard Lila thought once again finally she could get her revenge on the cocky asshole. I got you right where I need you you'll pay for r-

" remember I still have those pictures " Luke interrupted her thoughts once again. Damn his manipulative ass, worse he still had that stupid smile plastered on stupid ugly face.

"Fine, why do I have to do. But you'll have to give me the pictures, all of them before hand" she deadpanned deciding before she even knew what she was up against. But according to her nothing was worse than having those pictures leaked to the media nothing. Her father would destroy her before she could even shout Gucci handbag. So right now she was a scapegoat to Lucas stupid face Stone.

" no way Lils, you'll get one picture for each date and I'll need proof " Luke responded. Taking a sip from his cup. Lila hadn't even touched hers, she didn't trust anything that had to do with Lucas Stone. He was cunning and manipulative. Who knew what poison he had mixed in the punch. She only just pretended to drink it, returning it the before it reached her lips.

Date, proof what is he on about Lila tried to rack her brain but came up with nothing. She couldn't understand riddles even if her life depended on it.

"What are you on about fool!?' She finally asked too frustrated with not knowing what he meant.

Luke smirked as if asking what took you so long to get the idea then he opened his mouth and what came out Lila could only see as her worst nightmare.

" I want you to date my best friend"

She gaped "you mean your best friend Mike as in Michael fucking Miller, the shy guy" Luke only had one best friend and the guy was nowhere near her type. How did Luke even think she would convince anyone they were together. This all just proved Lila point that Luke was as dumb as a log.

"Is he even into girls, I thought he was your secret lover of something" she whisper shouted totally outraged by Luke's request of her.

"Yes Darling him and no he's not gay, maybe a virgin but not gay or you can say bye-bye to your life as you know it"

I'm fucked

Was the last thing Lila thought before she braced herself and went into Mike's room, sporting her million dollar smile which won over more producer and designers than she can count. It always worked wonders for her and she hoped it would save her now for her life depended on it. Literally. Because of the stupid jerk called Lucas she mentally spat. I despise him,-no I loathe him that son of a -

Her thoughts were cut midway when the Mike's eyes looked up and cleared his throat . She hadn't even realized she was inside his room already. Looking at him now Lila thought he had the greenest eyes, like nature on a spring day. Full of warmth. An angelic face, tan skin, high cheekbones and the plumpest pink lips she had ever seen. How could someone this handsome be friends with a douchbag like Lucas she wondered.

" ohh, hi there" he cut off standing so he was hovering over her and a genuine smile spread over his already angelic face " I'm Michael Miller" Mike introduced himself. He felt stupid having to introduce himself in his own room but he was a nervous wreck, seeing his crush for the first time.

Lila thought even his voice sounded magical husky as if he'd just woken. His whole aura demanded respect and authority. Lila could feel her legs getting weaker by a second what is happening to me. She desperately needed to sit down or risk embarrassing herself. She looked at him once more, a turmoil breaking lose in her stomach. This had to be some kind of joke, surely this wasn't the 'deal' she was forced, blackmailed to partake in by the idiot named Luke. She had never really met Mike but she knew about him from Luke when they used to be friends, ohh how she regret even being friends with that snake.

Deciding to take the upper hand, control the situation. Lila walked slowly, seductively towards Mike offering her hand to him with a flirtatious smile. Her deadly poison. "I'm Lila" gracefully Luke shook her hand.

He thought they felt soft, too soft. Like she hadn't worked a day in her life. And judging by her YSV shoes and handbag she must be loaded. But somehow he wasn't at all surprised she was after all Luke's friend. And look was rich, wealthy. The son of a multi-billionaire .

"Hey, wanna come up to the kitchen, we're about to play truth or dare" Lila spoke again easing the tension which seemed to be clouding them. Luke seemed like a quiet guy to her she couldn't decipher how he was friends with dickward Luke. Her hate for him only seemed to grow by the minute as she stared at Mike. Who was still unmoving clutching on his t-shirts. Realizing that he was about to say 'no' judging by the scowl on his face, she continued to try and get him on board.

Anything to keep those pictures from reaching the outside world. "Come on, pleeease" she begged him pouting a bit. It was no secret to her that she was gorgeous. Her beauty had landed her more pageant titles than she could count on both her hands. But with Mike it was vain, he seemed almost immune. Wait is he gay or something. That was all she could come up with. No straight guy could resist her charm. Many tried but sooner rather than later fell at her glorious manicured feet. So what was up with him. Taking this to the next level she got on her tip toes to match his 6'3 height and planted a kiss on his cheek and they were immediately crimson red blush, good he's not gay.

"Please, just five minutes and if you're bored you can leave. Promise" she tried again, almost confident this time. When his lips tugged into a smile she patted herself at the back, stage one complete. Now for its time for stage two wait for cameras rolling, set and action....