"You still don't want to talk? What is it that Jenna is in such a hurry to leave and you... don't you guys want some time to hang out? I've already given my consent, and you're suddenly acting weird. What's wrong?"
She remained silent and continued to look out, even though I repeatedly asked her what other problems she and Jenna faced. Even before she decided to leave, she still had time to curse Jenna for her actions, which were cheap to this wayward girl.
What was the problem? Was it about Ryan again?
"I want to go somewhere, John," she said in a lethargic tone as if she had no passion for life. She still didn't turn to me. At least respect this man who's willing to be your driver, Clara, for heaven's sake!
"Where else?" I asked, but she was only silent. Come on, brat! I wasn't a psychic who could read your mind, especially when it was as messed up as your expression. "How was I supposed to know that you were silent? Do I have to throw the car and the two of us off a cliff?"
