touch.

See You Again.

"What do you mean you talked to him? Like literally talk? Holy s**t Josieeeee!" Dell's jaw drop when I told her Demitri and I talked last week after she left.

Right when I nod, I saw him making his way out to the grass area over Dell's shoulder. "Uh, Dell, I, I'll be right back." I say, chasing him in a rush as I take out his novel. "Demitri." I catch his attention with a single call.

"Josa," He shots me a puzzled glance before he takes the novel carefully from my hand. "That's. . .quick."

"Nah, I read until the part the witch can't handle him no more."

He diverts his eyes from the novel to me, raising his eyebrows along. "Why?"

"I want you to tell me the rest." I pause, curling my lips in. "Because I'd like to sit under the tree with you again sometime." As usual, his eyes circles away as he blush. Afraid I'm scaring him or made him feel like I'm intruding his comfort zone, I add, "I mean, if you let me." I shrug, trying to not look desperate.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He bites his bottom lip in slightly, scratching the back of his neck with that pink blush staying still on his cheeks.

"Okay. See you around." I wave him away.

Dell has taken my wrist to hold, earning my attention. "Yes?"

"There's something about him I think you should know." The tone she's using is dragging me into the land of inquisition.

As I laugh at her face that shows slight horror, I ask, "Which episode of American Horror Story is this?"

She shakes her head dramatically slow with widened eyes. I continue my laugh and drag her slowly towards our next class.

When we arrive, Ms Greene is already in the class. Apologizing with terrible acting skills, we both earn her signature death glare before finally get to take our seats.

"You know, I heard that he's a pervert." I roll my eyes at Dell. I shoot her the are you serious look as she shrugs. I honestly can't believe she's still trying to continue the topic about Demitri.

"I heard that he-"

"Miss Schelling." We both snap at Ms Greene's stern voice as we earn the whole class attention—especially on Dell. "Do you have anything to share with class?" Fixing her cat glasses on her nose bridge, she raises her eyebrows—looking very interested.

"Ah," Dell shoots me a quick glance before clearing her throat. "I was just explaining to her about ones literacy." She explains confidently.

Ms Greene nods signing her acceptance for Dell's excuse. Later she goes on with her blabbering about Hamlet.

"Where were we?" She scrunch up her nose slightly and bite the end of her mechanical pencil. "Oh! I heard that he always try to rape girls. They say he'll try to rape you if your hands accidentally touch or something. What a creep!"

Now this is switching on my concern. "Physical contact?" She nods, flipping through her book—pretending to be reading since Ms Greene never stops eyeing her.

"Judy Bernard once was his victim."

"He raped her?"

"Almost. Well, that's what I heard. He started taking off his belt and shirt. . Well you know what's going on. Thank God Judy can run." Dell widen her eyes as she scrunches her face. "All she did was touched his hand. Ew. Who does he think he is, that when one touches his palm meant one is interested in him?" Rolling her eyes, she continue pretending to be flipping through her Lit book.

"Why did she touch him though?"

"I don't know?"

"Then maybe we shouldn't talk this much, don't you think so?" I used we, even though she's the only one talking, so that she wouldn't felt so attacked. But I believe she still does when she fakes a heartache and shakes her head at me.

"Oh dear what has gotten into you?" Nudging me gently, she adds, "Since when you're in love with Mr Lockhart eh?"

"Nothing." I push her softly away, trying my best to put on a bored look no matter how bad I wanted to grin. "Nothing has gotten into me. I just thought we shouldn't judge too quick, before knowing what's really going on."

Which I'm going to discover soon.