"What happened to you?"


"Headache."


"So, you can't go with us later this evening?"


"Us?" I frown.


"Yeah, I invited Andrew and Jeremy to drink. Let's take a break, something like that. You don't drink, though. But it's my treat. You can eat whatever you want."


Indeed, I need to take a break.


"I'll... try to come."


"Clarkson is absent as well."


"Really? I'll invite him to come over."


"Okay. See you later. Get well soon."


"Okay, bye."


I look at Clarkson, who's watching me the whole time. He wears a plain green shirt paired with white shorts. I can smell his manly scent.


"What?"


"Really?" he says in a high-pitched voice. "Liar," he says.


"Do you know that werewolf can sense liars?" he asks and eats some chips.


"Now, I know," I smile at him and nod.


"Georgie!" Shane waves her hands at us.


"Hi!" I greet.


I haven't seen her for a day, but I already missed her talkative mouth.


"I saw Stacey at the campus. She said, 'Hi! Why are you alone?' Then, she sat beside me. We talked. A LOT. She–"


"Hey, hey, hey!" I hear Jeremy's cheerful voice. He is filming again. "Say hi to the camera."


His gaze lands on Clarkson.


"Oh, hey!" he greets Clarkson with a fist bump.


"Hey," Clarkson replies and gives him a fist bump.


"Andrew's late again," Shane complains.


"By the way, I dyed my hair green." Jeremy.


"Dude, we have eyes. I can see it," I say.


After a few more minutes, Andrew arrived. Jeremy starts filming him, zooming on his face.


"Finallyyyyy. Andrew is here," Jeremy cheers.

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