Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Zatariel POV -

The bell rang.

Freedom.

Finally.

But before the teacher could finish saying—

“Class dis—”

Asha climbed on top of her desk.

With her skirt on.

Like a revolutionary addressing the masses.

“Class dismissed,” she declared, raising her hand with absolute authority.

Our teacher visibly paled.

Poor Mrs. Villa.

Witnessing the President’s daughter behave like a rebellious street performer was clearly not part of today’s lesson plan.

Ah.

Asha’s rebellious era.

The class froze.

Collective secondhand embarrassment.

Several students avoided eye contact entirely, as if acknowledging the situation would legally implicate them.

Jayson stood calmly, walked over, and lifted his twin off the desk like this was a routine inconvenience.

“A young lady,” Mrs. Villa began weakly, pressing her fingers to her temple,
“especially one representing such an… esteemed family… should behave with elegance. Like the First Lady.”

Asha laughed.
She laughed hard—leaning against the desk like she had just heard the greatest joke of her life.

“With all due respect,” she said brightly,
“my mother had teenage years too. I’m confident she was significantly more entertaining than I am.”

Mrs. Villa blinked.

Then visibly reconsidered every life decision that led her here.

She left the room.
Gracefully.
Defeated.

The moment the door closed, the whispers began.

“Unladylike…”
“Embarrassing…”
“Disrespectful…”

Asha responded by raising her middle finger.

Audible gasps.

Several students evacuated the room immediately.

Jayson sighed.
A deep, experienced sigh.

“Asha,” he said patiently,
“why are you behaving like a gorilla?”

I nodded in agreement.

“You have displayed rebellious tendencies before,” I added calmly,
“but this is a concerning evolution into jungle behavior.”

Without warning, Asha dropped to the floor.

She sat there and cried.

Jayson and I crouched beside her immediately.

Crying Asha is significantly more dangerous than rebellious Asha.

It requires damage control and emotional negotiations that can last several hours.

"Just leave me alone," she muttered.

We did not move.
Where too experienced how to handle her.
She sobbed.

"My girlfriend broke up with me," she continued bitterly,
"because I am apparently not civilized enough."

I exchanged a brief glance with Jayson.
We each took one of her hands for containment strategy.