-=Jayden's Point of View=-

"Dude, you're drinking again?" I heard someone speak with an incredulous tone.

"Would you like to join me?" I asked in a bored voice.

I didn't have to turn around to know who it was because I know that voice anywhere.

He didn't answer and just took the seat next to me, and without saying anything, he poured his glass with the whiskey I was drinking.

"What's happening to you, Jayden? Ever since you came back from vacation, you've been drinking all the time," he asked, while shaking his head.

"You know what? It was all your fault," I could stop myself, but blamed him, and...