Brandon's POV
"Mom, I was drunk!" I respond with an annoyed look on my face. Rebecca Martinez sits gracefully at my desk staring pointedly at me. Because of the time I spent making sure that Natalie was okay, I was late in getting to the office. Truth is, I didn't even want to come in today, but I needed a form of distraction. Thoughts of Natalie have been intruding in my thoughts lately, and I couldn't be more surprised. I don't even like the girl!
When I stepped into my office, my mother was already at my desk waiting for me. I knew that she would want an explanation after yesterday's drama, but I sure wasn't expecting to find her waiting for me.
"And since when do you get drunk?" She asks with a calmness that only Rebecca Martinez is capable of exhibiting. I run a hand through my hai
