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Ring, Ring.
I was startled by the sound, but I was hesitant to move because when felt Wilmer lean over to grab it. It wasn't mine that rang, and I didn't know why I thought it was even for a second seeing as we have completely different ring tones.

"Hello....Mr. Prescott?...sure why?.....okay I'll be there....what time......10?....alright....goodbye sir"

I felt him move from under my arm. I pretended to wake up. "Baby where you going?"

"I have to take shower the dean wants to speak with me" My eyes was about to bulge out of my head when I heard that.

"For what?" I stuttered.

"Well, he wants to discuss something that was brought to his attention yesterday"

"Shit" I said, covering my eyes with my left forearm.

"But it's not your fault love" he said getting back on the bed kneeling one knee on the side of me.

"Yes it was, someone must have seen us"

"No it wasn't baby and I'll be sure that they won't know anything" He told me, his lips pressing against mine for a brief second. When he pulled away I felt him pulling himself up back into his feet.
I quickly reacted when I uncovered my eyes and grabbed his hand with the one hand that I was covering my face with before pulling him back down. "You're not going anywhere yet" Wilmer fell on his side next to me.

I smirk, "Why?" He asked

I didn't respond, instead I rolled over on top of him, placing my hand on his chest. He looked down at me and I gave him a surprising kiss. I let it linger so he can catch onto what I wanted.

One of his hands moved onto my ass as he caught onto it, flipping me over so he was on top of me once again. I grabbed his face caressing it as we were making out. After a few minutes I stopped it so it won't escalate. He looked at me and I blushed. I covered my face in his chest.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing" He clearly was looking at how I was blushing like crazy but didn't wanna point out that fact. And I sure didn't wanna point out the fact that he just turned me on like crazy. 

I jumped ever so slightly as my phone began to ring, I frowned while looking at Wilmer before rolling over to answer my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Demi, this is Mr. Prescott, the dean of UCLA where you study. I was just ringing to see if you could come in around 10am for a meeting with Professor. Valderrama?"

I tried my best to sound confused, "Um, yeah okay, I guess" I said awkwardly,

"Great, thank you for your cooperation,
I'll see you then"

As I hung up the phone, Wilmer and I looked at each other like we had both just seen a ghost.

..

"Okay, so we say that you were upset because someone from your family passed and due to that you couldn't complete an assignment on time, and I had my hand on your arm trying to comfort you" Wilmer said, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, turning his vehicle into the back car park of the school. No one ever went around there, so no one would see us getting out of the car together.

"I bet you it was fucking Jeremy" I huffed slamming the door shut, "I'll wait. You go in first"

After a few minutes, I made my way into the building, straight up unto the deans office.

"We've had a tip that there has been sexual relations between you two" The dean started.

I didn't give him time to finish before I cut him off. "Let me guess, Jeremy Williamson?" The Dean didn't answer, but you could tell that I had gotten it right. "I just went through a nasty break up with him and he's been following me around places"

The Dean looked to Wilmer, "It was reported that you were inappropriately touching Demetria"

Wilmer shook his head, "That accusation makes me quite uncomfortable. Demi came to me because she hadn't finished one of her assignments and asked for an extension. When I asked why, she began crying and explaining to me that a member of her family had passed away"

I nodded, "He had his hand on my arm trying to comfort me. Even then, he was barely touching me"

The dean thought for a moment, looking down into his hands before looking back up to the two of us. "Given the situation and your explanations, I will let this one go. I will speak to Mr. Williamson about a consequence for his false accusation and warn him about the consequences of stalking. If he continues, I do encourage you to report to me Miss. Lovato"

I smiled before nodding, "Thank you"

We were dismissed shortly after, walking in opposite directions as the dean examined us from the window of his office.
I texted Wilmer quickly as I walked straight past his car, 'Pick me up around the corner, don't want to risk anything'. I sent. This way it would look like I was walking home, then when we were out of sight I would get into Wilmer's car.

"Hop in, baby" Wilmer winked as he pulled up beside me, rolling down the window before I smiled uncontrollably, securing myself in the seat next to him.

"That was close"

Wilmer shrugged, "We have an excuse with why Jeremy would make up something like that, could have been worse"

"True"

"Whatever happens, we'll sort it out. I just want to protect you" Wilmer placed his hand on my thigh, keeping the other secured on the steering wheel.

I bit the inside of my cheek stubbornly, "I don't need protection"

"Not saying you do, just saying I want to"

"Thank you" Giving in, I leant my head against his broad shoulder as we drove back to his home.