It was my dad's birthday that day, and my dad specifically instructed the driver to pick me up and take me directly to the restaurant.
Jerrold didn't know that, after school, he walked towards the Bentley parked on the side of the road, under the envious gaze of his classmates.
I stopped him and said coldly, "Don't take the bus today. It's my dad's birthday, and the driver will take me. You can take a taxi back!"
Jerrold hadn't spoken yet, and his classmates gathered around to start discussing.
"What? Marilyn's face is too thick. Is this Jerrold's car?"
"Is it possible to show off like this? It's really rare!"
"Jerrold is also too easy-going. If it were me, I would scold her!"
Jerrold pretended to be a gentleman and made a "please" gesture.
"If you want to ride, let's go together!"
I raised my eyebrows at him, "Together?"
What a joke!
This is my family's car, okay?
"Jerrold, I just said it, take a taxi back!"
Jerrold hesitated for a moment, sighed helplessly, and said, "It's your father's birthday, of course, I have to go too. Do you hate me so much? You don't even want to ride in the same car with me?"
"I don't want to!"
I won't give him face.