Emanuel's P.O.V. (Continued)
“I mean, he didn’t ask me to go to the class. He ordered me. Can you believe this?” she widened her eyes, showing shock and disbelief, raising her voice a little in disbelief.
“What are you doing here? You should be in your class.” He mimicked him while making a face, and I just listened to her, removing her stud from one ear and moving her face in my direction so that I could remove another one too.
She continued venting her frustration on that teacher’s action; let me have my way with her face.
“So what if we have the same last name? It didn’t make us relatives. Not even my mother bossed me around like that ever.” She looked at me for any reaction when I was removing the other stud.
Our faces were close enough that I could see how spotless her face was.
