If I were to stay here all day by myself, I'd only think about all the things that happened last night and the classes I was missing today. It's bette..., I think, to go to school, if only for the distraction." I can understand that," he said. "I'll need you to do me a favor, though. Talk to Mr. Phillips. He needs to know what happened. It might've happened off school grounds, but it was school classmates who were involved. That puts you in a touchy position should they come back to school."That. "If she drags me into it, well, he's pretty protective of me, too," Andy said. "I don't think he'd hurt her himself but there are some chicas in the building who would destroy her in a heartbeat if he ordered it done. That's what no one seems to understand. The rules in my neighborhood don't necessarily correspond to those in civilized society. Some of the people there are almost feral – and I'm afraid Rico is not far from that himself." Shit," Elizabeth muttered again. She wanted to ask more. After another forty five minutes,she stepped back, admiring her work.. She now took some very hot towels,placing them on his face and applied a little pressure. When she removedthem, she lathered up his face and proceeded to carefully shave him fromhis cheeks downward. When she finished, she lathered him up again andthis time took a long straight razor and worked very slowly andcautiously against the grain, as she made sure not to move him. She tookher hand softly sliding it around his face,. She turns.“Stop it!” she glares at him.He freezes, nearly leaping out of his skin. He has no idea what he has done, but afraid his staring at the back of her head for half a year had been detected. His pencil goes flying, books falling; he kicks her desk as he grabs at his books. Her papers and books slide off the desk onto the floor, mixing with his.The teacher looks up at the commotion just as the bell rings. Now kids are jumping up, dodging around the spilled books, notes, papers, pencils..