Emma's brows rose curiously as Blake was about to insult her but held back, "Oh no, Mister Tyrie," Waving her hand to urge him on, "please continue. I guarantee you any insult you could possible say to me, I've heard before." Placing her hands on the counter, her nails idly rapped against the marble tops.
"You see, I have this theory, I think your defiant personality stems from two things," Leaning back on the counter, Emma began to wonder if she was really crossing a line with him. Ah well, if Blake wanted to act like he could handle anything she could throw at him, then she might as well dish out her brutal honesty, "One, you're a typical teenager, who hates authority, and feels entitled. It's all right, Mister Tyrie, you and 1.2 billion of the world's 6.3 billion people feel that way." Emma felt that Blake wasn't that different. He might have felt he was best thing since sliced bread, but every other teenager felt that way as well. "Second, of course, is your lack of trust in anyone who holds some sort of power over you. I think the biggest problem you face each day is keeping up this front to make people think that you're some sort of threat to them." Emma paused, allowing that to sink in. Any other student would likely be in tears at this point. Emma figured that Blake could handle this though.
"The real question should be, what would Blake Tyrie be like without all these fronts?" Emma smirked, oh goodness, was she challenging him? Her smirk certainly suggested it.