First Class -2
"Remove your hand," my voice was sharp, betraying Blaze's advice.
"Huh?" Adam seemed a bit befuddled, as if he hadn't quite heard what I said.
'Don't let anger take over!' Blaze urged in my thoughts.
"I said, remove your hand from my shoulder," I reiterated, my tone composed this time. Adam glanced between me and his hand, his expression one of mild surprise, before he pulled his hand back.
"Sorry," he offered, and then continued, "Do you know Mary?"
"Who?" I responded. Vexa also seemed intrigued, her brow slightly raised.
Is she friends with this guy?
"Mary Kleine. You both... were friends, right?" Adam seemed a tad taken aback.
"Oh, I remember her. It's been a year since I've seen her, so I forgot. Yes, I'm acquainted with her mother, but I don't know much about her," I answered, brushing my shoulder casually as I surveyed the classroom. Many of the gazes directed at me held a hint of disdain.