After a week-long of absence, we are finally back in school. Of course, I am still using my car while he uses his. He cooked for breakfast which actually surprised me. He never went to the kitchen again after our argument while grilling. U guess he's over with that immature jealousy.
"What time will you go home today?" He opened the door for the driver's seat of my car.
"After I had dinner with my friends. Around 8 probably. What about you?" I got in to my car.
"There will be a meeting with my pack tonight until 10 in the evening. If I get home, and you're still not here, I will show up inevitably. Is that clear?"
"You sound just like my father. Okay, King. See you later."
He normally hits the speed limit. But this time, he's following my car like a bodyguard. I kept glancing at the r
