Layla
The night only continued to get better. We danced, talked and laughed the whole night. The guy with the button-up shirt sent me a few more drinks, which only made Daniel angrier. He kept an eye on me, and though he tried to shrug Ingrid off, she followed him around like a lost puppy, which, yes, bothered me too.
It shouldn't bother me, though. Right? We are just friends, and there is nothing between us, and there never will.
So why am I bothered?
I was getting extremely thirsty, and through all the dancing, drinking, and laughing, I noticed a phone was ringing.
I grabbed it off the table and went to the restroom, answering the phone without looking.
"Hello?" I said, placing my other hand on my other ear to listen better. "Layla? Figures. I've been calling you nonstop. Meanwhi
