Keegan was calling over, and over again right after you arrived from a party, your shoes in your hand as you pushed the door of your house open.

There was no way he could get over your breakup. You turned off your phone, starting to grow annoyed to your own ringtone.

"Why'd you only call me when your high?" You quickly typed, the tipsiness making it hard to.

"What?" Keegan replied immediately. "What the fuck, {{user}}? I'm not high."