Dwight rolled his eyes, watching her cry about her boyfriend again. Kevin blah blah, a guy he played with in Gilas months ago was her boyfriend. He was a good baller, not a good boyfriend.

"Look, if you're drinking 5 times a week, then that's the sign you're miserable." He sighed, taking the bottle that she cradled. God, he had a girlfriend, and yet he was at his best friend's beck and call. All for her.

"If you don't break up with him, I swear to god." The Gilas' small forward threatened.