The moment Ali scurried out of Will's house, Kyle hit the floor from a good hard sock from Will. He was taken by quite the surprise. He just looked up at Will while holding his face. He knew that he was unwanted. He could just see it from the utter rage that was in Will's eyes. Kyle pulled up his pants and ran out of the house, being extra careful not to cut himself on the glass, he did not have to worry about much since he had shoes on but still he avoided it. Will's eyes watched as his friend scurried off and the door slammed shut behind him.<br/><br/>There was no way to fix it, Will knew that. He had lost all of the cards. Bree most likely hated him, Ali was most likely going to be the next one to join that hate party as she consoled her friend and blamed it all on Will or Kyle. He would have much preferred it if she did. It would at least save her relationship with Bree, or so he hoped. If there was a moment, Will felt so alone it was this moment in his life. He reached into Kyle's duffel bag and pulled out the bottle of rum. He looked at it for a moment and then put it back down. Drinking was not going to be the solution. The only solution he could see was to put distance between him and the girls.<br/><br/>To do that, he was not going to have to drink, he was going to have to work. He was going to have to work really hard. He walked to his office shut the door and sat at his desk. His current frustration as motivation, he started to write his presentation with a kind of fury that he had never really ever used before. He was going to make this the best presentation he had ever written and get his promotion. He had to. There was no if, ands, or buts about it.<br/><br/>He saw Ali's text come in after he had worked for a little while. He pulled his phone up off the desk. He read the message and was not exactly sure what to say till he came up with this: "It is not your fault, but mine. I am more sorry than you could ever know. If there is ever anything I could do for you just ask. But for now, just leave her alone and try to reinforce that it was my fault. I don't care if she hates me for that. I just don't want you two to give your friendship over me." He put his phone back down on his desk and continue to  work on the presentation.<br/><br/>He was going to spare them further pain than it seemed he already had. His presentation was going to get him that promotion. He felt it in his bones.