After the graduation ceremony was over, I bid my goodbye to Adam and Derin before we leave then Justin gave me a lift home.

We rode in silence until I heard his phone buzzing in his pocket. He dug it out from his pocket, held it in his hand and I noticed the colour drained out of his face. Something's not right over here. What could it be?

"Why aren't you answering the call?" I asked after catching him looking at his phone for a few seconds but didn't pick up the call.

"No one important." he snapped and dropped the phone on his lap. I kept my silence but the phone rang once again. He grabbed it but didn't dare to push the green button. What's wrong with him?

"Who is it?" I frowned.

"Nothing to worry about." he said probably hoping that answer could be good enough for me. No! That's not enough for me!

"Give it to me then." I tried to snatched the phone from his hand but failed miserably.

"No, Camila! I'm driving here. You're gonna get us killed." he half yelled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to know why you didn't answer the call." I raised my voice as well.

He sighed and tried his best to calm himself down before answering me, "It's my father."

"Why didn't you answer his call? He probably wanted to congratulate you on your graduation. Don't you see that he cares so much about you?" I wasn't very sure why I was yelling but I'm not gonna fight with him because of his father.

"Are you kidding me? I've never returned any of his calls. What makes you think I would answer this one?" his eyebrows plunged into an angry frown. The veins in his neck strain under his skin.

"Maybe you should try this time." I crossed my arms and looked the other way, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Fine!" he shook his head in disbelief. He pulled over by the roadside and unclasped his seatbelt.

"But I'm doing this for you, okay?" he said and I nodded.

"Can you put him on the speaker?" I asked just to make sure that he didn't say anything stupid to his father.

"I can do that but I want you to keep quiet." he warned, picking up the call and putting his father on the speaker.

"Justin? I can't believe that you would pick up my call this time." his voice came through the phone. He was surprised to hear from his own son. I actually felt sorry for him.

"Just cut to the chase.Why did you call?" he snapped rudely and I gasped at the way he talks to his father.

"I heard that you've graduated high school today. Congratulations! I'm proud of you, son. I wish that I could be there with you." he congratulated him but Justin rolled his eyes instead.

"Thanks anyway. Is there anything else?" he asked.

"Please. I know you hated me for leaving your mom but I don't wanna loss my only son." he pleaded, voice filled with desperation.

"It's too late for that." he cut him off and I punched his arm slightly. He glanced over at me and I mouthed him 'Behave'.

"It's never too late. We can still work this out. I love you and I care about you, son." he pleaded once more.

"I don't know." Justin said. Feeling sorry for his father, I grabbed his shirt and we made eye contact. He knew that I was about to tell him something so he muted his phone.

"Justin. Can you stop being so disrespectful? Please? He's still your father. You wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for him." I begged him by pulling my eyebrows together.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm being too emotional when dealing with him." he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"It's okay. You should apologise to him." I encouraged him and he finally gave in. He took his phone off of mute and got back to his father.

"Alright. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't be screaming at you. I was being too serious just now." he apologised but for real this time. I could see it in his eyes.

"Don't be sorry. You have the right to yell at me. I wasn't there for you when you needed me most." he said. I couldn't help but felt like I was an outsider in this private conversation between father and son.

"Hmmm..." Justin hummed but I didn't know what it means.

"Well, I'll call you later. I have some work to do. I love you, son." he excused himself politely.

"Okay." that was the only word that Justin responded to his father before hanging up.

I just leaned back against my seat and shut my mouth after he hung up. I didn't mean to push him so far when it comes to his father.

He slipped his phone back in his pocket and put both of his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it so tightly until his knuckles turned white. He rested his forehead on it as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He let out a harsh breath before turning his head to face me, "I'm okay. It's just..."

"What?"

"It's been a long time since the last time I talk to him." he blurted.

"You'll get used to it." I tried to soothe him and he nodded.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I'm such a jerk and I know that." he apologised, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I understand." I smiled at him.

"Okay." he sighed for the one hundredth time.

"I'll take you home now." he said, clasping the seatbelt and started driving afterwards.