Quincy was on his way to his locker when he felt someone drag him from behind. He stopped abruptly in his steps when he is concerned by a crying and angry Amery who looks like she would murder him any minute from now.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest and the angry pursing of her lips told him that he was in deep trouble if not bigger. He looked at her and a mixture of guilt, regret and sadness washed over him all at once but he wouldn't dare to show it. Not when she was like this. She looked like she was about to cry for the fifteenth time and if he should become vulnerable at this moment, he would only make her worse and it wouldn't do him any good either.
"You look like crocodile when crying or is it an alligator?" He paused to make a joke but his head tilted to the side narrowly.
