"What the fuck am I doing here!?" Kayla screeched, trying to get up but she tripped but managed to balance herself.
Oliver rolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame.
"You…. What did you do to me?" she used her hands to check her body, "Did you…" she gasped, "take advantage of me!?"
Seeing that he was silent, she asked again, "Where are my clothes!? Did you change my clothes for me!? Did you see me naked? Ah!"
"Will you shut up? It's too early in the morning for me to deal with your drama, Hastings." He rubbed his temples.
"My drama? My drama!? You kidnap me and say it's my drama!? Are you mental!?"
"I didn't kidnap you, Hastings." Oliver sighed. "You called me last night and asked me to pick you up, don't you remember?"
"I did what now?" Kayla searched through her memories and everything that happened last night flodded through her head. The game, the fight, the bar, and the phone call.
