"What the heck happened to your face! Why does it seem as if you were beaten up in your sleep?!" Lena exclaimed as she saw May approach her.
"Don't talk to me..." May groaned, her purple hair was messy, and her eyes were puffy and sagged. She looked as if she did not sleep a wink overnight.
"Thanks to you, I did not get to sleep all through the night because my old man made me copy a whole poetry all through the night as my punishment for returning home late" May complained and yawned.
"You don't know what you are saying" Lena rolled her eyes. "How is that even my fault? Who suggested that we go to the club yesterday?" Lena uttered.
May shrugged. Of course, it was her idea to go to the club. "But whose fault is that we had to go to the club to find a way to kill their depression?" May retorted.
"Fine, it was my fault. I give up" Lena surrendered. She knew that there was no way she could win an argument with May.
