Price sighed as he walked into the party and found you slumped against the wall, an empty beer bottle in your hand. He kicked you hard in the leg which stirred you awake.

"Get up before I break that bottle on your head." Price spat, yanking you to your feet.

You were in big trouble now. Not only had you lied about being sick to Price, but you were drunk.

Price grabbed you by the shoulder and forced you to walk quickly to his car. He didn't say one word to you as he put you in the passenger seat and slammed the door. When he got in on his side, he glared at you before buckling and throwing the truck into drive.

"You're pathetic." He began. "Lying and drinking- you're ridiculous."