A mini trivia for ya'll...
29.
"What's Jasper's work, by the way?" I can see what Emmett is trying to do here, and I appreciate that… you know, the 'trying-to-lift-up-the-mood' kind of thing… but he should've realized by now that it's not gonna work. Just being realistic here.
Edward sighs, knowing he has to answer that one. Why he has to? I'll never know. "He's a History teacher in an American-curriculum based private school in Laguna."
"What's the difference between that and the other schools here?"
"Well," he explains, "schools start here June, which is summertime in US, and ends on March. They also just started to implement middle schools this year, so it's very different, based on what I know."
And as per normal conversations, when someone starts to answer a question, more questions pop up. Poor guy. I almost wish I was here with him, so we can both answer their queries, but, alas, I don't.
"And you know this, how?" Rose presses further. "Do you know how to speak their language?" Her eyes sparkles as she asked. But I'm not jealous, okay? OKAY?
Edward shrugs. "Newspapers. And, what? Do I know how to speak Filipino? Not really, but I know some words." He chuckles in the end. I scoff and roll my eyes while staring outside the window. Fucker's enjoying himself with her. What can I do I can't formulate questions as great and funny as she can? Hell, he didn't tell me he can speak the language, even if it's just 'some words'! I could've asked him to teach those 'some words!
"Hey, bitch!" my inner alter ego barks at me. "Don't you think he would've told you that if you didn't spend your time wallowing inside your room?" I groan at myself, knowing she's right.
"Brent School?" Emmett mentions. "Isn't that where Pacquiao's kids study?"
"Why do you know that?" I prod.
"I Googled him," he proudly answers. I snort. His wife gives him the 'what-the-fuck?' expression. After that, the elephant-sized awkward silence.
"So… you two are back together?" Emmett asks us in a confused tone from the back seat. In some way, he does have a right to ask that. Like what I've said, he's our lawyer. He's my lawyer.
"No," we both say the same time. I think, from the corner of my eye, I saw a corner of Edward's lips fall, or maybe that's just me.
Emmett's really the greatest conversation starter; he starts it and ends it.
Uh huh. Someone's jealous over there. :P
