"I'm going to talk to him," I said to Michelle after class.
She scoffed. "Jessica, you're crazy if you think I'm not going with you."
I nodded, and then motioned toward our teacher with my head. "Come on."
"Mr. Wilson," I said, approaching slowly. "Do you have a minute?"
He nodded, shuffling the papers on his desk. "What can I do for you ladies?"
I looked over my shoulder, waiting for the students walking by to pass, and then said in a low voice, "Mr. Wilson, are you seeing Cathy again?"
He smirked. "Not that my love life is any of your business, but after what we've all been through, I appreciate your concern. And no, Cathy and I aren't together."
"Then what's this?" I asked, pointing toward his arm.
He shrugged, smiling. "Skiing. I fell and landed on some rocks." When he lifted the bandage, it was clearly a scrape, not a bite. "See?"
