I turned around and was shocked when I figured out who that was. What is he doing here? He was in his long-sleeved polo and jeans and was staring intently at me.
"Y-You? W-What are you doing here?" I said.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" He said. His gaze was still intense. What is up with him?
"What?" I said dumbfounded.
"Why are you out here partying?" He said. "You're not even answering your phone."
He looked so pissed. Why? "Excuse me? What is wrong with me being out here?"
"Don't you see? I was trying to get a hold of you and I would just find out that you are here." He said.
"Why? And by the way, it's my friend's birthday today that's why we're here to celebrate it. What's wrong with that?" I said.
"Your father just died and you have the energy to party?" He said as
