I drive home but I can't get the image of the rose out of my head. The way it was just lying there on the floor, abandoned.

I park my new Ferrari in the garage and rummage in my bag for my iPhone, which seems to have disappeared.

'Fuck' I mumble as I tip the contents of my bag on the passenger seat. I must have left it at school somewhere. I carry on searching, pushing aside Chanel lipstick after Chanel lipstick. I give up after a few minutes, it was clear that my phone wasn't in my bag. I gather my things back up, and shove them in my bag and walk to my house and upstairs. I sit down on my four-poster bed and look at myself in the mirror. Stormy blue eyes stare back at me as I comb my hair with my fingers. I hear the doorbell ring but I don't bother moving, that's what butlers are for, right?

'Miss de la Haye! It's for you!' Gerard calls. I sigh and drag myself down the stairs. I wonder how it was this time, some dick wanting me to go a date with them. By the time I reach the door, Gerard had gone back to the kitchen where he was clearing up, so this gave me some privacy. Leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, was Dan.

'Yes?' I snap at him. 'Why are you here?'

He rolls his eyes at my rudeness. 'What a lovely greeting. You should really be nice to me; after all, I have something you may want'. He smirks at me as he says this.

'Sorry' I say sarcastically. 'Let me rephrase that. Hello Dan, it's nice to see you'.

'Better. I have your phone'.

'You do?' my tone lightens considerably. 'Thanks'.

'Yeah'.

'Why did you bring it here? You could have given it to me at school tomorrow…'

'Well, I couldn't miss an opportunity to see the amazing de la Haye mansion, could I?'

'Funny' I snap sarcastically. I hold out my hand for my phone and Dan looks at it. 'Come on then, I haven't got all day'.

'Say please'.

'Please Dan; can I have my phone back?' I fake a smile at him.

He slaps my iPhone in my hand and grins at me. 'So, you owe me one now'.

I roll my eyes in annoyance. 'Whatever. Thanks for bringing it round though. Later'. I try to shut the door but he sticks his foot in the gap; preventing me from closing it completely. 'What now?' I had given up on trying to be patient and Dan was on my last damned nerve.

'How are you going to repay me? I bought you your precious phone and gave you a lift…'

'Yes, I am aware of your generous actions Howell…'

'So, how are you going to then?'

'I don't fucking know. What do you want me to bloody do? Buy you a new car? Wear a t-shirt saying 'I love Dan Howell around school? Let you move in?'

Dan chuckles. 'All of the above'.

'Hilarious' I say dryly. 'And no, none of that is going to happen. Ever'.

'Worth a shot' I hear Dan mutter under his breath. 'Come on a date with me then'.

I nearly fall over backwards. Dan wanted me to go on a date with him? Like, seriously? 'You're joking right?' I mean, I have standards.

'Nope' he can't wipe that stupid smirk off his face. 'Come on a date with me'.

How the hell was I gonna back out of this one? 'Um…Yeah…I'm busy. Sorry. Bye Howell' and with that, I slam the door shut. I get my phone out of my pocket and dial Ava's number; filling her in on everything that had just happened.

'Oh my god Soph, that's hilarious! He's got such a nerve. You going to do it then?' Ava's in fits of laughter at my story.

'Why the fuck would I do that? I have a reputation to uphold you know'.

'It would be so fun; you can just mess him about and stuff. Not cruelly, but like, keep him hanging, you know? I mean, I doubt he's ever had a girlfriend before, so you're probably doing him a favour'.

'I guess…' I'm reluctant.

'Go on' Ava pushes. 'Do it Soph'.

'Fine. I hate you for this though'.

I hear Ava crack up laughing before I hang up and scroll through my contacts, looking for Isabella's number. But one name catches my eye – Dan Howell. He's got a nerve.

I click on his name and press call.

'Dan? It's Sophia'.

'Hey'.

'Still wanna go on that date?'