Pree
When the school’s gate is within view, Al is already standing there, waiting for me. He slings his backpack on one shoulder with one hand holding it and another sliding into his side pocket.
“Does he think he is on a catwalk or what? Is it necessary to stand with such a posture?” Su asks, leaning over from her seat to look out my window.
We are sitting at the back of her black BMW sedan with her chauffeur driving us to school. She refuses to let me ride my motorbike, saying that I will ruin her artistic work with the helmet and wind.
“If you think his posture is too much, what about my outfit today?” I sigh.
Since she knew I’d be talking with Al today to sort out our feelings, she decided to doll me up. When I usually took five minutes to get ready for school, I spent one hour th
