touch.

IV

My mother failed to convince me not to attend classes with a blue face—because of the punch yesterday.

You might be wondering how did my mother dealt with the situation yesterday. As she has clean-record daughter, she is not particularly worried as I also never had any social problems. The first she did was to laugh on me, and another laugh at dinner. Only after a few hours, she had started asking about it.

Spilling everything like a broken faucet, the talking ended with a hug and a back rub.

To summarize, she was very calm and understanding.

Today, I caught at least thirty pair of eyes staring at me as I walk through the main corridor, as if I had grown a beard like Santa's overnight. Despite all, I found a folded blue colored paper on top of everything in my locker. I glance around, checking if anybody was staring.

Obviously there are, with my face looking like this. But none is looking suspicious enough to be related with the mystery blue folded paper.

Observing it, it was folded neatly by three, and opening it, I find out it was an A5 paper. Probably cut using scissors, as the end is very neat, but still not straight.

Biting my inner cheek, I read the note before the second bell rings.

I want to say I'm sorry.

In fact, a million times sorry.

I should be more careful.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Meet me at the tree after last period?

I am so sorry Josa.

Sorry,

Dem.

I gulp.

Dem? As in Demitri? Demitri Lockhart sent me a letter?