Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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I wish I hadn't woken up this morning. The pain on my face was tolerable now but it was damn near impossible to hide stitches in my face from my uncle. I had told him I popped an excruciating amount of pimples thus why I needed the bandaids on my face. He stopped questioning it after that.

The last time I saw Dick was the early morning on Sunday and now it was Wednesday, the day we come back from break. I checked my schedule on my phone desperately only to find I had Dicks class last block. Fuck. That meant I would have to worry about his class the entire day.

And I did.

When I walked into pre-calc, I headed straight to the very back corner farthest from the entrance. To my surprise, Dean had made it to class before and sat on top of a desk viewing my every live. I gave him a small wave and took the empty seat behind the desk he was at.

I was quick to take out my notebook and wanted to emerge myself into work. The chatterbox that was Dean obviously would never let that happen. Instead he began conversing with me.

"We haven't gone out in months, you know Crystal's suppose to be having a party today" Dean informed me crossing one of his legs on top of the other. I tried to look up at the whiteboard without looking at Dick who was now pacing in front of the classroom.

"Dean it's Wednesday" I rolled my eyes at him, "plus I'm hanging out with Tim after school" I retorted, no way he thinks I'd actually go to a party halfway through the week. I looked back at him as he unwrapped a lollipop and popped it into his mouth. He offered me one but I rejected it trying to figure out the math problem in front of me.

"Why do you even hang out with him?" Dean questioned shoving himself into the empty seat next to me, where Sophie would've been. Sophie was still out on vacation in Japan and wasn't coming until next week.

"He's my friend Dean" I clapped back letting out an annoyed sigh. I glared at the clock above the door and accidentally made eye contact with Dick along the way. He was positioned sideways now, with his hand on a students desk helping them with a question. Damnit, he knew how much I liked that blue button up.

"Friend? Friends don't hang out that much" He whispered, flicking the lollipop around his mouth, letting me hear his teeth make contact with the hard candy. I gave him a sarcastic laugh fumbling with a pencil that I then dropped. Dean picked it up and threw it back at me.

"You aren't - you know" He asked again, now getting closer, we were all the way in the corner of the classroom. Knowing how cheeky Dean could get, I concluded what he was going to say.

Right then with both his hands wrapping around the air, he bopped his head up and down implying what Tim and I were doing together. That was it. I went to slap him but he pushed my arm back. Although I wanted to be mad I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his stupidity.

"Because if practice is what you want" He smirked bring my face close to him. I whined a little feeling harassed. I tried shoving him away but it was no use as his hand feel upon my thigh.

"Don't touch me Dean" I sighed pushing him further from me and trying to concertante on what the hell my answer was for the second question. I heard Dean huff besides me but he stopped. After a minute I felt his hand again, this time pushing back a hair strand that had fallen onto my eyes.

I went to shove him again but his hand had got caught on a knot in my hair. I winced in pain and he tried pulling away but it only made me slide out my chair, hitting the floor with a loud thud. It wasn't long before Dean got out his chair and tried helping me up but his hand had accidently grazed my left breast.