"I am drunk," I answered, though I wasn't so drunk that I missed the emphasis in her voice. "Andrew, do you know how much I worried about you? I have called you so many times," she cried, and seeing her worry made my heart ache once more. "Aria, don’t say that you wanted to know where I was. My phone didn't ring once," I replied, reaching into my pocket only to find it empty. "Where is my phone?" I asked, confusion washing over me. "Andrew, I called you a hundred times," she insisted, and I began to look around. "I don’t know where my phone is," I admitted, still checking my pockets. "Great," I heard her mutter. Then she stepped closer, attempting to wrap her arm around mine, but it angered me. "Aria, I am not that drunk," I said, stepping away from her, wanting to avoid her touch. Her expression changed; she frowned, and her eyes reflected pain. "Aria, I didn’t mean to push you away," I said, but her eyes filled with tears. She quickly turned and ran away. "Ari
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