"So where did you sleep that night before?!" he shouted, "I doubt that your phone was dying."

You leaned against the counter, pinching the bridge of your nose — trying to remember the details of what happened last night. All you remembered was going to that party, getting drunk — more like hammered — coming home the next morning. You slept at someone elses house.

You kept trying to make excuses, but none of them correlated.

"Oh, so you were alone? I dont buy it." Blade said in a gruff tone.