JERO'S POV
“Me, jealous?" I smirked. “Are you joking right now, Tan? Because that joke is totally funny."
I laughed hard.
Who's jealous? Me? Hell, no!
“I'm not joking right now, Jero.” He stared at me seriously.
“Really? Because what you said that I'm jealous is hilarious."
“I didn't say you are jealous. I'm asking you."
I cleared my throat.
“Tan..." I tapped his shoulder. "I am Jero Mitchelle Francisco and I don't do jealous. You know that word doesn't run in my blood. It's not in my vocabulary too."
I am not jealous.
Plus, I don't have feelings for her. Never.
“Look! They are going to kiss,” he said pointing the two.
What!
No!
“He doesn't touch the mother of my child. f**k him."
I can't take it anymore.
I got inside the fast-food restaurant and I can feel my body is on he
