"Don't throw that glass, Jeremy," Ash warned probably sensing the rage building in me.
Honestly, I was going to shatter the glass in my hand but I stopped and gave him a dry look as if this was not my intention.
"For the hundredth time, what is wrong with you?" He asked me.
"Nothing." I gave him the same answer.
"Sure." He sounded bored now.
"Maybe I can help Jeremy."
He can't, no one can.
"I know it is something related to Maureen and I know that she has not been around for more than a week now." Ash was such a detective when it came to me it made me both angry and amused at the same time.
"She is ignoring me for some reason," I said in reluctance.
"No, ignoring won't work on you. You would have dragged her here somehow. She must be being hateful or rude."
"Are you an undercov
