WREN'S POV
"BYE, Wren. Look to your surroundings. Jeff might follow you. Take care," Charice's farewell to me with a reminder.
"Same to you, Cha," I replied, then we parted ways. My phone buzzed in my trousers' pocket, so I groped for it and answered it when I got to see Brent's name on the screen. "Hello, Brent?" I was now marching to the bus station with one strap of my bag slung onto my shoulder.
"How are you, Wren? I'm still here at my cousin's home. My parents and I will be sleeping over here. Can't see you until tomorrow."
"I'm fine."
"I heard from Charice thatJeff is at school. He really transferred?"
"Unfortunately, yes," I answered along with a sigh.
"That scumbag has really no shame!" Brent lashed out angrily.
"What did you say? I'm not a scumbag and—"
"Oh, sorry, cousin
