*3 Weeks Later*
Nate and i had this huge fight the night after he asked me to be his girlfriend. We're not exactly on speaking terms. I was currently upset but trying to have a fun night with my girls. Well, one of them, Faith who was the first person to know about what went down with Nate and I. "So do you think Adriana had something to do with what happened?" She asked as she took a drink of her Baja Blast. I nodded. "I'm about 150,000% sure she does and the worst part is, Nate won't even let me explain that Dakota is my cousin and that it was his graduation pictures." I sighed. Faith shook her head. My phone dinged and i picked it up. "It's Nate." I mumbled. "Hey wats goinnn onnn Havben.?#" I read out loud. "He's obviously drunk." I stated. She nodded. "I texted him back, asked where he was." She nodded. "You gonna bring him back here?" She asked. "Probably. He can't go home like that. His mom would kill him." I said as i got a proper reply from Nate. "Come on." I said grabbing my keys. We drove to Jack and Jack's house and Faith and I went to find Nate. When we finally found him, he was passed out beside this blonde chick, whose top was unbuttoned partially and 2 sizes to small. I rolled my eyes and asked Johnson, who was actually sober, to help us carry him out. We placed him in the backseat. "Thanks Jack." I said. "No problem. And hey, don't take what happened to personal, he's been hurt before and just doesn't want it to happen again." Jack said. He is the one person besides my brother and Faith that can always see right through the fake smiles. I nodded. "Thanks. Night." I said as i got back into the car. I glanced back at Nate, who was curled up into a ball. What did Jack mean?
