CAMERON:

When my cell went off during lunch, i didn't even see the caller ID. I though it might have been my boss asking me to work today.

"Hello."

"Cameron Davies, you complete bloody idiot!"

"Becca?" I was genuinely confused. "What's going on?"

"Got a headache today, Cam?" she asked. Her voice was, well, terrifying. She was utterly ticked, and I knew it. I did have a headache, because I banged my head on a door yesterday.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I hit my head the other night-

"Or should I just call it a hangover and get it over with? What were you thinking?"

"Hangover? I don't know what you're talking about, Becca."

"Don't lie to me! What were you doing last night? I saw your eye when I passed you earlier. Do you remember anything?" she demanded.

Well, time to set the record straight.

"Actually, I was working last night. There was champagne there after we closed, but I didn't have any. Although if it's your boyfriend who told you, he's a liar. I work with him."

"He wouldn't lie about this to me, Cam." she stated. Great, she was already delusional.

Seriously? That complete moron told her I was drunk. He told Becca I was drunk!? And after he stole a whole fricking bottle to take home?

"Sure he would. After all, he told you that I was drunk and fought someone. I'd have been fired, understand? My parents would have sent me to a mental hospital! I don't get hammered, whatever you think."

"Really, so how did you get that black eye?" she asked. She probably thought she was being smart.

"Your idiot boyfriend smashed me into a door." I snapped. "Why don't you ask him what happened? I'm sure he'll come up with something."

"I already asked him, Cam. That's why I'm talking to you now. I'm not a complete air head yet, if you're wondering. Not by your standards, anyhow."

"That was low." She knows what I think of jocks and cheerleaders.

"No it wasn't. It's wanting both sides of the story." her voice was a little too smooth.

"Alright, I had one sip from my brother's glass." I amended.

"Cam, I know you. Dont' forget that." Was she laughing? Or crying?

"One. Small. Sip. To please my boss. I promise."

I'm dead meat as far as Rebecca Plotnik is concerned, but I was never drunk.

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