I bite my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It's the fifth time I've rang him in the past hour, I need to speak to Jake and it can't wait.

"Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -"

I huff loudly, slamming my phone onto the club table and picking my drink up, taking a sip.

"Is it wise that you're drinking more?" Tobias appears out of nowhere, giving me a questioning glare.

"Get stuffed Tobias," I grumble, turning away from him. I've come to the conclusion I'm not the happiest drunk tonight . . .

"I told you, you wouldn't like the answer." Tobias says quietly,...