After the military training, at the dinner party where the old and new students met, Hugh drank too much and called me to find him, threatening to tell my mom about the time in high school when I skipped class to go to the internet cafe if I didn't come.
See? The military training had just ended, and he had already started to boss me around.
Skipping class was a long time ago. How come he was still holding it against me?
I was so unlucky to have such a childhood sweetheart.
"Dude! I'm having dinner just upstairs. Can't you wait until I finish?" I expressed my dissatisfaction when I saw Hugh leaning against the wall.
"What's the point of having dinner with them? You can't drink anyway. It's boring. Let's go, I'll take you back." Hugh probably had a lot to drink. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, which made him even more good-looking.
Was it him who gave me a lift or the other way around? He was so drunk that he couldn't even walk straight.
"Wait, Hugh. Wait a second."
Just as we were about to leave, a tall and sweet-looking girl ran over with a phone in her hand.
I knew her. She was Rachel Bowen. She was in the same class as me, and she was the prettiest girl in our department.