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PART 4

HER POV

"You're home early." I hurriedly packed my things and grabbed my bag.

"Now you're home even earlier. Is Tito and Tita being extra strict?" I just shook my head while walking quickly.

"T-Teka nga! Why are you in a hurry?" I just smiled at Gwyn, pinched her cheeks.

When I arrived in front of Travis's house, I didn't hesitate to go in. He's used to me entering his house suddenly.

"Ay, you're crazy!" I accidentally saw the back of Travis. His skin is so fair, and his butt is so well-shaped.

"I told you to knock first. You're rude."

"Look who's talking, Travy! Out of the two of us, your attitude is way worse than mine."

I rolled my eyes and quickly went to his living room.

"Why are you even here?" he asked like he wanted to kick me out immediately.

Yeah, Goosen. Nice try.

"You've been asking that for a week, Travis. I've already answered it, so why ask again?"

"Listen, I'm not worth your time."

"Then make yourself worth it. I mean, I don't need someone worthy of my time. I want someone to be with me all the time."

"Whatever." He turned his back and went straight to his room.

I wonder what his room looks like?

I was about to enter his room when I saw a sign on his door.

"You're not allowed to enter, Emily?" I read aloud. This guy is really rude when it comes to me.

"Travy! Let me in!"

"You finished kinder, elementary, and high school, and you still don't know how to read?" He's so rude.

"What did you do in there?!"

"What do you care, Emily? You're here in my house because you want to be, not to know what I'm doing. Got it, Wyk?" I just stepped back and went back to the living room.

I couldn't do anything.

"Travy! Don't you have any songs?" I searched through his CD rack and smiled when I found a Backstreet Boys CD.

"Are you a fan of theirs?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm asking politely, Travy."

"Isn't it obvious? Do you think I would have that CD if I wasn't a fan?"

I furrowed my brows at his attitude. He's ruder than before.

I tied my hair up and pushed him away. I turned the amplifier up because a Backstreet Boys song started playing.

If you can take my hand,
I promise we'll find love again, love again, yeah, yeah
If you can take my hand
I promise we'll find love again, yeah, oh (I promise)
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

While I was singing, I suddenly noticed Travis standing beside me. His ears were covered, and he was frowning as he looked at me.

"Please, if you're going to sing... at least sing outside. If you're going to destroy eardrums, destroy your own, don't drag me into it." I rolled my eyes.

I silently sat on the sofa because Travis was criticizing everything I did. I was annoyed with him, but I couldn't complain since it was his house.

"It's getting late, Travy. I'm going home." I was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed my hand.