Emma
''I'm starting to think that you are everywhere,'' Emery says towards Evelyn, who is currently standing at the door with her eyes squinting at him—probably not bothered to give a damn.
''Oh my god! Who did your hair?'' She walks towards me, her eyes widening at my braider hair; touching it after pushing Emery off the bed so that she'll be able to be on the bed with me, not wanting her brother to be on the bed with us.
''Excuse me?'' Emery stands up.
''You're excused,'' She glances at him for a few seconds before mumbling a few things that I can't really catch up—but mostly complimenting my hair. I turn to look up at Emery, seeing him rolling his eyes; pretending to rip her throat off without her knowledge as he makes his way towards me.
He stands in front of Evelyn, making her r
