And I did. It was my first time drinking with friends, so I let loose and got home wasted at midnight.
I entered the house humming, thinking I was alone, but a deep voice scared me sober.
“You’re home pretty late.”
I twirled, looking at the living room. Axel was sitting on the couch with a dark shadow on his face.
He looked angry but I just sneered and kicked off my shoes wherever, then went straight toward my room. Axel suddenly dashed toward me, blocking my way with a slam of his fist on the wall.
“Why are you ignoring me?” he snarled, leaning close.
Having this distance between us used to give me butterflies. Now, I feel like vomiting.
“What’s the matter?” I tauntingly asked and chuckled.
“Diana,” he growled. “You’re too busy to pick us up at the hospital but you got time to get wasted, huh?”
My ears rang. Was he seriously playing the victim here? What was so wrong with me having fun?
I gritted my teeth and was about to argue when his bedroom door opened.
“Goddess, Diana. Did you drink? The alcohol stinks.”
Jena walked out of his room wearing a lacy nightgown.
Her appearance was so unexpected, and the shock cleared my drowsiness away. All of the emotions I bottled were bubbling up.