Nathaniel was lying down on his couch with his legs up on the table and a beer in his hand. Cadence looked at him and scowled.
“We were here in this two week holiday so that we could over the funk we were in. We were not supposed to get more engrossed in this funky business, Nat. You know better than that,” said Cadence and Nat did not even bother to reply him.
He had gone to Cassandra’s house today and rung the bell only to find that the door was locked and there was no one at home. She must have gone away so that she did not have to face him. It was only natural that things would take such a nasty turn after last night. What was he supposed to do? He had no idea.
“Will you at least tell me what is wrong?” asked Cadence as he took a swig of the beer from the can in his hand.
“I screw
