Keida smelled like regret and bad decisions and Haley had nearly closed the door in his face when she first realized he was drunk out of his own mind. It had been a week since she'd stood Cain up for his embrace, and ever since then, Cain had been awfully suspicious. He'd never accused her (of course), he was far too trusting and kind for accusations, but she'd seen the uncertainty in his eyes and the disdain that crept into the corner of his lip whenever he'd so much as glance at the house across the street. Haley was treating on very thin ice, and being seen with Keida at the wrong time would most likely push Cain and their relationship over the deep end.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here?" She hissed, thankful that her parents were away on a three-day business trip. "Keida... you can't come over whenever you like." Because Cain will see and then he'll know and everything will fall apart. It was a double standard, considering she'd gone over to his house more than a handful of times already. The stench of alcohol was strong and it intensified when Keida stumbled in without her agreement. He was heavy against her, ruffled up with his clothed half undone. It was five in the afternoon, and without a doubt, he was wasted. "You need to go home and sleep this off, Keida." The door shut behind them. And they were alone again, the spider and the foolish fly. "Cain... he's coming over in 15 minutes for a movie. He's already suspicious. Please, he'll be upset if he sees you." She knew how unfair the words might have sounded to Keida, but he knew how she felt about Cain and him potentially finding out about what had gone on behind his back.<br/><br/>Keida was heavy and asking her to kiss him. She winced at his words. "If I kiss you, will you go home? Cain is coming over. You're drunk and you need to go home and rest."