Raiden's POV
"I... I... went.. to... get... some... gas.." - I stammered.
"I know you'd deny calling that girl on your phone" - she growled.
"What girl?"
"Stop acting like the person you're dealing with is a fool!!!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Give me your phone?"
"My phone? Why?"
"Don't ask me questions Raiden, just hand your phone over to me"
The argument was almost getting heated and we were about unleashing against ourselves, ignoring the presence of Libby, who had sat up, watching us in awe. I tried walking out on her, but she put herself in my way, restricting me from avoiding her.
As fate would have it, my phone rang, and the tone was emanating from her room. She leaned towards me, touched my pocket and felt embarrassed when she realized I never took my phone
