“Where are you coming from?” He asked again, then I know he was damn serious.

“Oh sorry, I went out with my friend.” I said.

“Which of your friends?” He yelled.

“I-um…” I couldn’t say it was Ricky, I don’t want him to get angry. He may think another thing. But I can't tell him lie, my conscience will be judging me. Because I was never a good liar under pressure. Then I finally said. “Ricky.” I think he wouldn’t want to know about me or my moments. He told me in the morning that he didn’t care about me.

He said I wasn’t his spec or someone he could...