Clyde sighed putting the pill in his pocket, "Come on, you know I don't do this stuff outside of parties." He brushed some of his hair out of his face, "Anyway, yeah, my parents don't know what it means to 'get out of my life', during summer my dad came over to my apartment yelling at me about how 'he's disappointed in me' and how 'I shouldn't go to parties'." Clyde pulled out a smashed phone and showed it to Chantelle, "This is why you couldn't get a hold of me, my dad threw it out of my widow on one of his drunk rampages. And not only that, but now I'm going to be evicted from my apartment because of his drunk ass."