The third point of view:
"Neon, seriously talk to me!" Ailee kept on bothering him even as he drove to school. His jaw ticked and his hand clenched around the steering wheel.
"One more talk and I'll seriously crash into the next car," He warned her as he wasn't able to take her disturbances anymore.
"Fine!" Ailee sat up with determination, "Crash into the next car and perhaps, we can continue our conversation in the afterlife," She was cool with his threat.
Unable to stand her hassling anymore, Neon had no choice but to pack at the roadside.
"Fine, what do you want to say? Talk turkey," He said with a firm voice that had a trace of agitation.
"You're trying to avoid me, what's the problem?" Ailee sensed it. Whenever they had a problem like this, they always sorted it out together, but today's own, he was different. He was dodging her as if he was guilty or something.
