Toto and the Boys II: George

Chapter 21

The boys did not do a lot that weekend.

Dean and Troy did not drop by and it was quite a shock.

There was no Art Disctrict visit either.

Jackie complained about Dean’s activities.

“He’s up to something, I know it,” she said more to herself than the other boys while we were driving to the church.

“He’s probably busy with Troy’s dad. You know the party is coming close,” Dannie reasoned.

Well, that might be true, but I know the reason! Tata and Beatle told me. The boys, Dean, Troy and Jordan, planned to get together for the weekend last Friday. And I wanted to come but hey, I am stuck with you boys.

So there went my boring weekend. I was not even glad that Jam came to talk to George Sunday night for a long time. It was obvious that I had totally abandoned him now.

But oh well, I should be patient. Vicky, Tata and Beatle would have some juicy news for me in no time!

*****

Georgie did something stupid the following day.

Really, it was very stupid I wanted to disown her right after I learned about it.

So, you see, it was a Monday. And I had been stuck in Jordan’s garage the whole day.

It started as another normal Jordan Week.

They went to work and arrived home earlier than usual.

I asked Vicky what was happening and she said Georgie was being weird again. She barely talked to Jordan during their time inside her.

What’s happening now? Really, women!

The stupid deed happened when she walked out the doors in the middle of the night just as when Vicky was telling me about the night Jordan, Troy and Dean spent together talking about the boys, how they discussed Jordan’s situation with Georgie and her mood swings, etcetera.

What’s happening, Georgie? I asked in panic.

Of course she did not answer. She went on to open the gates and then we drove away out of Ayala.

We’re going for another ride, are we? What’s bothering you? Just tell me! Everyone’s curious as hell!

But we were not going to the direction of her secret place.

We were driving toward Art District.

She picked up her phone and dialed. “Hey, Jam, still up?”

Of course, moron. He answered, didn’t he?

“Wanna go out for a drink?”

This is not good.

I knew something bad was about to happen. I just got the feeling.

When we arrived at Art, there was no life there. It was a Monday and everyone was back to their normal lives.

But Jam was there with Nomad.

Hey! Don’t drink too much! Jam, you watch over her! I shouted after them as they walked inside Art District.

*****

“What’s the sudden invitation for a drinking session?” Jam asked when they finally settled in one of the few bars that were open on weekdays. They stayed outside to avoid the noise and ordered for a bucket of beers.