The way Ezekiel was on the far corner of his room and the rest of us blocking the exit put a tremendous amount of pressure on his nerves. He started sweating even more as he tried to look for a friendly face but even his mom was being kept outside. He was shrinking and shrinking and he was this close to having a panic attack.
Ezekiel placed his hands inside his pockets to prevent us from seeing them shake uncontrollably, "L-L-Look! I-I-I-I-I U-Um-"
I leaned over close enough to see his faint freckles, "Where did you get that picture? That's not recent in any way."
"I-I-I-I-I c-can't u-um I-I'm her-"
"Her what?! Are you gonna fucking stutter all day or am I gonna start breaking your fingers like your sentences?! YOU'RE HER WHAT?!"
"SHE- SHE USED TO BE MY JUNIOR, O-OKAY?! WE WENT TO THE SAME-"
I cut him off again because I suddenly recalled everything about this motherfucker.