Jealous

When we arrived at a two-story house in Fremont, it was already late. Outside, the music was not that loud, but after we entered, the sound was really loud inside the living room. Everyone has been greeted by Sam.

It was a home full of university students, all of them had red cups in their hands. Others are dancing, drinking, conversing, and playing beer pong. The place was not overly packed because the home was vast. I looked around the living area, but there was no sign of Percival. That's where I spotted him when Sam took me to the kitchen.

He was leaning on the kitchen counter, a red cup in his hand. He was grinning as he listened to his friend—the one Martina had mentioned before. There were a total of five of them. Two ladies and three males were present. When the woman encircled her arms on his arm, he moved and got his attention. The woman murmured something to him and he nodded, still smiling.

“Sam!” the woman Percival was talking to turned around wh