“Nothing… I’m just tired from the busy week.” Bette shrugged while the two guys shot each other an unconvinced look.

“No one chugs down that much beer in such a short time unless they’re either, A. upset about something or B. they’re blood related to crazy party guy.” Benji smirked.

“Oh yeah. People should totally start calling him crazy beer chugging guy instead.” Devon laughed, along with Bette.

“So…” Benji paused to take exhale the smoke. “I suppose that this is about that Brit chick?” He paused again. “No wait. Or is it that dancer chick?”

Bette shrugged. She wasn’t going to tell some schoolmates of hers about her problems. Besides, her head was spinning. Everything around her looked as if they were floating, bouncing, swirling, whatever, it was just too much movements. Even Benji’s head seems to be floating around his neck.

Bette snickered at the sight to herself.

“Come on, Porter. You can tell us which girl it is. We probably won’t even remember it after all this shit that we’re smoking.”

Bette shrugged again.

“Let her be, Ben. If Bette doesn’t want to talk about it, then it’s not our business.” Devon elbowed Benji.

Bette watched Benji open his mouth, almost about come up with something to refute Devon. But instead, he just smirked.

“Well, I don’t think we need to hear it from her mouth to know which girl is it.” Benji grinned. His gaze seemed to be fixed behind Bette.

She tilted her head slightly to see what or who both Benji and Devon were looking at.

“Bette?”

Bette blinked hard and squinted, trying to make out who was standing at the door. All that alcohol and pot was so not helping her at all. Not to mention the dimly lit room.

Helena?

She squinted again, wanting to make sure if it was really her.

Tall, long brown hair, dressed in black…

It must be Helena.

Bette turned back to look at her friends to find Devon shuffling up to his feet.

“Come on, Ben. Let’s head down to get some more beer or something.”