This is awkward.


"Where are you from?" I ask while looking at the road.


Clarkson looks around. "Oh, me? Um, I stay at the dorm."


"No, I mean," I sigh. "Where do you originally live?"


"Uh... At a village far from here," he replies and scratches the seatbelt with his thumb.


"And what is it called?" I ask and glance at him.


We passed by a few meters but he hasn't answered my question yet.


"Um."


I look at him and saw him biting his lower lip.


He sighs. "Villalobos," he says.


"Is it like a private area?"


"Kind of—"


"iS iT toO lAtE tO tUrN around! I'm aLreAdY hALfwAy oUt oF toWN—" George's hand covers Jeremy's mouth to stop his sudden singing.


"You're too loud," George says with her green eyes glaring at him.


Jeremy moves his head away from George's hand.


"I'm singing," he whines.


"You're yelling," I correct.


"Wait," Jeremy says and slaps my hands away from my food.


"What now?" I furiously ask him with my brows furrowed.


"I have to put this to my IG story," he says while snapping photos of our burger and fries.


"Do you have to include MY food?" I ask him.


"Shh, quiet," he says.


"Whaaat? Will they hear my voice in your photos?" I ask.


"Done!" Jeremy cheerfully says. "My... After...noon. There!"


I glance at George, who takes a big bite from her burger. I invite them to eat out, hoping that everything will be alright. I watch her eyes focus on Clarkson. Jeremy talks about his independent life. Her green eyes glimmer in curiosity after hearing that Jeremy didn't pursue his studies.


"I'm also an emcee at parties!" Jeremy exclaims.


"Ooohhh, so you're fully independent then," George says while nodding.


"Yeah. At first, it was very frustrating. Bills, bills, and BILLS!" Jeremy rants. He suddenly stops talking and gasps a bit. "You can join me sometimes!" he excitedly says.

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