Alex's Pov
I was silent while riding in Art's car back to our house. After I said goodbye to the birthday celebrant who was Dad's friend, I approached Art and asked him to go home even though he was still happily talking to his friends. His friends didn't want to let him leave but when Art saw the strange expression on my face he seemed to guess that something bad had happened at the party that's why I asked him for us to go home early. He didn't say goodbye to his friends anymore and immediately leave the party together with me and drove me back to our house.
"I'm sorry," Art softly apologized to me even though I didn't tell him why I was silent. He probably thinks it's his fault that my mood is broken.
"You didn't do anything wrong, so why are you saying sorry? It's the fault of those
