JEREMY'S POV
"Come on, dude. Let's go to the bar. You need to loosen up," I told Kenneth, who looks like a ghost now. It's been 2 weeks since their fight, and I don't know why, but Kenneth suddenly stopped trying to talk to her. After that, he looks like a ghost with those dark bags under his eyes. "What will I do at the bar?" he stupidly asked, and I saw Martin sighing and shaking his head. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we'll shop for new clothes?" I sarcastically answered. He is seriously lost now. "I mean, why should I go there?" he asked annoyingly. "Kenneth, you weren't being yourself these past 2 weeks. We want you to go out of this house and come with us to the bar. Once we're in the bar, you will spill everything you want to say, and we'll listen," Martin explained in detail. "And no,
