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EVA.

Where are you?

The text from Axel popped into my phone and I didn't even pretend to ignore it.

At home. Why?

We're supposed to pick Omar up. Did you forget?

Oh.

I have to remind you that we're picking your best friend up today? Really, Eva? I thought he was the one that got drunk.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen. So he was back to his usual infuriating self. I should have known that the last night version of him wouldn't last long.

I thought I was going alone.

When he'd said 'we' yesterday, I hadn't thought he meant it literally. I was shocked he was even helping at all.

You thought wrong.

The bubbles showed that he was still typing. In curiosity, I clicked on his profile. He had one new post. He was dressed as he had to the party so he'd definitely taken the pictures last night but the house in the background was different. Maybe he'd snapped them at his house.

I squinted, pinching on the picture, trying to zoom in so I could see the house clearly, but it was all blurry. I