We're Young and Reckless
Story by CherryBlossom210
Chapter Four: Troublemaker
While sitting in a chair beside a comatose girl, Castiel's raging thoughts restrained him from getting any sleep. He felt responsible for Sawyer collapsing, so he felt obligated to at least be there when she wakes up and apologize to her. Who knew she had such a health condition, he just met her. First there was her running into him, then it was her collapsing from a bloody nose, all because of a cigarette. After rushing her to the nurse's office at school, the nurse took her vitals and came to the conclusion that her blood pressure was low and her temperature was dropping. She thought it would be best to take her to the emergency room.
It had been about a day, twenty-nine hours to be exact, I guess that would be more than a day wouldn't it? During this period of time, Sawyer had been unconscious for more than twenty-four hours. Though she was just really sleeping, the doctor did clarify that it wasn't a self-induced coma. Her blood levels were so low that even a nose bleed could trigger her anemia attack. So he gave her a blood transfusion and an IV.
Castiel couldn't help but replay the scene in his mind as if it were just a bad dream. It shocked him so much that it might actually cause him to think differently about smoking.
'Why am I here? She's just a silly little girl I just met. She's matches my sarcasm, she knows how to fight back, and she's so damn persistent.'
He started to recuperate his thoughts, even though it wasn't working out as much as he imagined.
'It's her fault that she's here. She should've known better than to take the cigarette if she knew that this would happen.'
Castiel rubbed his face frantically to regain control of his thoughts, but he couldn't help but to be really worried about Sawyer.
'Then why did I help her at all. Why have I become so interested in this little girl all because she has the Blue Rose.'
He began to groan, realizing his failure in not being able to control what he was thinking.
"Aghhh," a small painful moan escaped into the air. It startled Castiel a bit, for he didn't expect that to happen. He stood up to the edge of the bed and patted the girl's hand. "Hey, are you alright," he asked, hoping she would answer.
"Cas.. tiel?" Sawyer slowly opened her eyes, hitching her voice when the light blinded her adjusting pupils. "You gave me quite a fright, collapsing and all that."
Sawyer stood up in her hospital bed, being oblivious to the IV fluid running through her hand. She rubbed her eyes, trying to regain more of her sight.
"I'm really sorry for putting you through that. I feel really bad that I put a complete stranger through that kind of experience."
Not wanting to say it was her fault, although it really was, Castiel swallowed his pride like a man and began to speak. "Look, it's no big deal. I'm just glad you're alright. You would've done the same if I were in your shoes."
"But still, you barely even know me," Sawyer responded, felt genuinely guilty for Castiel putting up with her.
"I can't say that anymore y'know? Just by the first day, I already learned some things about you. Not a lot, but enough to say that we aren't strangers," Castiel spoke softly, thinking about how much Sawyer's head must hurt.
"So does that mean we're friends or something?" Sawyer really looked like she was glowing with hope. She's in a new city with no friends or family to help her. She was hoping, even if it was him, to at least make a new friend.
Castiel felt sweat seep through his skin at his palms, feeling the nervousness whacking him in the brain. "You know, with all the shit you put me through, you really expect me to become your friend right off the bat?"
The last shard of hope that glimmered in Sawyer's eyes quickly faded. She never felt this kind of depression before. "I was hoping, but if you don't want to. It really wouldn't matter."
Castiel brushed his bangs back with his hands like he was forced to make a strong decision. He saw the depressed look in her eyes even if she didn't notice it herself. She was an easy book to read.
"I can't say I hate you, princess. I really can't say I like you either. But for some reason, I talk to you as if you were a friend. So I guess we are friends."
Sawyer's frown grew into a huge smile. The radiance of happiness to finally make a friend, was really engulfing her.
"Why are you smiling so much?" Castiel didn't feel comfortable why she was smiling at him.
"Thank you Castiel, I'm really happy to make a new friend," Sawyer continued to smile as much as her heart pleased. Castiel unknowingly gazed at her, caught into the moment by her smile. For some reason, it felt warm and it didn't feel bad at all. Heat rose to Castiel's cheeks, and he didn't notice he was blushing till Sawyer caught him in the act.
"Why are your cheeks red, Castiel," she asked him with an innocent expression. Castiel gasped and turned his face away to possess his normal stature.
"My cheek aren't red!"
"Yes they are! Do you have a fever or something?"
Castiel clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, starting to get irritated.
"You know what, shut up and get some rest, you troublemaker. Don't expect me to do this kind of stuff for you again," he huffed in such a nettled manner and sat back down in the chair, crossing his arms and trying to pretend he wasn't paying attention.
Sawyer shook her head and lied back down, pulling her sheets back over her body.
"Hey Castiel," Sawyer called out to him once again. "What do you want now," he groaned.
"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me. I know we just met and we haven't exactly made good impression on each other, but you aren't so much of a bad guy after all."
Castiel's face softened, he actually felt touched for once since they've met. He unexpectedly smiled at her and patted at her head.
"Don't mention it, princess. Just get some rest. I'll let the doctor know you've woken up. I'll leave when I need to," he reassured her.
Three weeks have passed since Sawyer's anemia trip up, and she eventually found her way around the campus without Castiel's help, because he still refused to help her, even after her little mishap. The day after that incident, Sawyer began to notice that every class she had with Castiel, he would not show up, as if he was avoiding her on purpose. But it really wasn't that surprising for him to skip so many classes. Lately, other students who would walk by Sawyer would whisper things behind her back. She caught a few insults here and there, and even had to deal with some people trying to trip her. Much to her displeasure, Amber had seen Castiel rushing to the nurse's office with Sawyer in his arms. She swore to herself that she would ruin Sawyer and make her wish she never came here. Along the lines of being bullied and making friends, Sawyer developed a few friendships with Rosalya and Lysander, but Castiel would stay out of sight from her. She wondered why he was avoiding her even though they had become friends. She found that sort of strange.
"I told you he could be a big softie when he wants to," Lysander said as he sat down with his lunch tray. "That really gave me a shock though, Castiel staying with you at the hospital till you got better? That's really unbelievable," Rosalya retorted as she dug her fork into her salad. "That's the tenth time you have said that," Sawyer sat down, eyeing her spaghetti as if it was her new prey. "I know, but I still can't get over it," Rosalya laughed as she munched her food down.
"I would have to agree," some unfamiliar voice butted into the conversation. Lysander and Rosalya looked up to see who it was. "Oh hey Iris," Rosalya greeted the young girl. Sawyer twisted her body around to meet this mysterious Iris, with a fork and a spaghetti noodle hanging out of her mouth. Iris was a very pretty red-head, the natural red-head, nothing like Castiel's red hair. Her eyes shined like the light blue sky and her hair was braided off to the side on her shoulder. She gave out a friendly aura, something that you can just walk up to.
"Nice to meet the famous Sawyer Stuart. I saw what you did in music class a few weeks ago. I just didn't really have the guts to come over and commend you till now."
"You aren't known to be shy Iris," Rosalya giggled.
"I know, but with all the bad rumors going around. It kinda left an awkward aura around her. Mind if I sit here?"
Sawyer raised an eyebrow and swallowed the spaghetti in her mouth. "Go ahead," she smiled inwardly, trying not to look weird enough as it is.
"What rumors have you heard," Sawyer asked Iris as she spinned another round of spaghetti with her fork. "There's a rumor going around that Sawyer is a man stealing show off."
Sawyer choked a bit and hit her chest for her food to go down. That rumor was really different from the other she has heard. "Whose man did I steal?! I've barely talked to any guys since I came here, other than Lysander and Castiel."
Lysander coughed as if she were insulting him. "No offense Lysander."
"None taken," Lysander replied.
"But seriously, whose man did I steal?" She stabbed the innocent spaghetti with all her fork fury. "Isn't it pretty obvious," Rosalya said as she placed her fork down. "Amber has a thing for Castiel," she finished with a spurned assertion. Once again, Sawyer gagged on her food.
'I did not see that coming.'
"She must've seen Castiel carry you to the nurse and got the wrong idea," Iris added to the statement.
"You know about that too?" Sawyer felt her cheeks rise in temperature.
'She's blushing,' Lysander, Rosalya, and Iris all thought at once.
"Sawyer, the whole school knows about it. I saw it myself. It was lunch time and you would have to pass by the cafeteria to get to the nurse," Rosalya smiled in amusement, as if she was enjoying the blushed look spreading on Sawyer's cheeks.
"Agggh," Sawyer complained as she pushed her food away. "That's so embarrassing," she knocked her head down to the table with an intense force.
"I'm guessing that's why Castiel hadn't bothered to talk to me since then. He must've heard the rumors too," Sawyer grumbled to herself, feeling guilty over the charade.
"Hey, don't put yourself down. It's not your fault," Iris patted Sawyer on the back. "Castiel doesn't exactly have a good reputation around here. And even if you two do get together, I'll support you one-hundred percent," Iris smiled reassuringly.
"Like that will happen in a million years. I don't like Castiel that way," Sawyer said with her head still down.
"Not now, but maybe you will sooner or later. You guys hit it off as friends on the first day," Rosalya chuckled again, enjoying the fact she was teasing her new friend.
"I really beg to differ," Sawyer said as she raised her head back up and rubbed at the red mark on her forehead.
"You should probably confront Castiel about this," Lysander said. "He should be at school. I talked to him this morning. He must be on the roof again."
"I don't think that such a goo-," Sawyer started but she was cut off. "That a great idea! If you confront him about this, maybe it'll ease off the misunderstanding," Iris said cheerfully.
"Wouldn't it be the other way around," Sawyer looked at them three as if they were stupid. "Trust me, I know Castiel," Lysander said out loud after swallowing a spoonful of his yogurt.
"Urrgh, fine. I'll look for him," Sawyer grumbled once again and picked up her guitar case and threw her lunch away. "This is going to be fun, I can see those two hitting it off," Rosalya chuckled once more and took a bite out of her salad.
"Well, oddly enough, I do agree. Sawyer and Castiel would look good together," Iris chuckled along with Rosalya.
"Aren't we kind of rushing things a bit," Lysander said against the idea. "They just became friends, we don't even know if they'll fall for each other."
Rosalya pouted with the fork in her mouth. "You're such a party pooper, Lysander."
"I'm just being realistic," Lysander said, taking a bite of his chicken salad sandwich.
"He's not on the roof," Saywer groaned to herself as she scaled the lockers with her finger tips. 'Then where else could he be?'
She looked at lockers, wondering which one could be Castiel's. Everyone in the school got to decorate the outside of their lockers based on what they liked and what their talent was. Being the newbie, she hadn't gotten around to doing that yet. Truth to be told, she really hasn't even thought about it or even had the heart to do it.
Each locker was a tall locker. Not one of those crappy lockers that had one on top and one on the bottom. The females had light blue lockers and the males had black, considering the school colors were black and blue. They were in a pattern, starting with blue, then black, then blue, then black, you get the drift. On the inside, they were big enough to hold a guitar and several school books, which the shelves were considered to be used for. They had dorms, so Sawyer never figured out why they were assigned lockers too. I guess it was to hold the more important items that the dorms can't be trusted to secure. Nevertheless, Sawyer's locker was the only one that stood out from the crowd and was the easiest to find.
Locker number 216, right across the hallway from the stairs. Just a plain blue locker, with no decorations whatsoever. Sawyer felt the combination on the door of her locker, opening it to put her guitar case inside. She wouldn't need it for the next upcoming class. Looking at the boy's locker next to hers, she didn't realize till now that it was also not decorated, or even used in awhile.
The students were responsible for cleaning their own lockers, so the school can save money, even though they had a lot of money to begin with. It one way a rich kid school could teach the students how to take care of themselves, rather than have something done for them.
Sawyer could tell the black locker wasn't used in awhile, from all the dust that covered the handle and combination key.
'I wonder if that's his. He doesn't seem to come to class a lot. What a coincidence for it to be right next to mine,' Sawyer thought before a wooden drumstick came flying at her. She dodges it just in time for it to hit the head of her locker. "What the hell?!"
"Awww too bad, I was hoping that would hit you," a familiar stuck up voice came from behind Sawyer. Sawyer swished her body around, standing in defense to be ready for the next attack. "Amber?!"
"Don't call my name so familiarly, you bitch," Amber hissed with fire built up in her turquoise eyes. Sawyer could tell she was beyond pissed, like she was ready to kill.
"Where are your minions," Sawyer huffed at her, ready to fight.
"Shut up," Amber snarled and threw another wooden drumstick, which Sawyer also dodged.
"Hey, it was your fault to pick on me the first day I transferred here. Just because you're pissed at me for humiliating you in front of the whole class, doesn't mean you can get revenge all you want. That should just tell you to leave me alone," Sawyer glared back at her.
"It's not just about that! You thought that since you were the new girl, you can use Castiel for your leisure. You have no right!"
Sawyer felt sweat drop from her forehead. "Look blondie, Castiel and I are not like that," she wondered if this chick was really clueless.
"Says you! I saw him carry you in his arms weeks ago!"
"Ohhhh I see," Sawyer smirked. "You're the one who started those stupid rumors."
She shook her head and laughed it off. "Look, like I said, him and I are just friends. Don't get your panties in a knot because he helped me when I blacked out."
Amber growled and charged forward at Sawyer. The sound of her high heals clanking to the tile floor, echoed in the hallway, meaning she was about to get more physical.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," Amber yelled as she shoved Sawyer to the locker and smacked her in the face, scratching her cheek in the process. "I saw him first! I don't care if you are friends with him."
Amber clenched her teeth so hard, that it felt like the enamel would break. "I spread those rumors, hoping it would get you off track. But no! It didn't do anything, so I had to make the lies more juicy, more entertaining for people to laugh at you behind your back. I wanted you gone and out of here! So when that failed, I waited for the right time to come crush you myself."
"If you wanted to face me, you should've done that a long time ago. Rumors don't do shit to me!" Sawyer pushed Amber back, almost making her stumble to the floor. Sawyer then felt a bit of blood oozing down her skin from the scratch and tried to wipe it off with her hand. 'Damn she has sharp nails.'
"I'm telling you, we're just friends!"
"You don't get it do you," Amber recollected her balance and came after Sawyer again. Without any warning, she grabs Sawyer by the collar of her shirt and pins her to the lockers.
"I don't care if you're friends with him, don't you ever come near him again," Amber snapped.
"That would be pretty hard since I sit next to him in music class," Sawyer laughed at her, finding it funny that Amber was being ridiculous.
"Shut up, I wish you would've never woken up from your coma!" Amber raised her hand again, ready to smack her deemed rival once more. Not looking away from Amber's enraged eyes, Sawyer gave no sign of fear or remorse in her actions. If she was going to stand up against her, Sawyer couldn't let Amber cut her down.
"Woah there primadonna, not so fast." Just in time, someone catches Amber by wrist before she got ready to swing. Amber turned her head around and was completely flabbergasted to see who it was.
"Castiel!" Sawyer yelled in revelation.
"Who else do you think it was," Castiel said, letting go of Amber and pulling Sawyer to him, with one arm wrapped around her waist. "Now what do you think you are doing to my girlfriend," Castiel frowned at the blonde girl.
"Girlfriend?!" Amber and Sawyer screeched at the same time, with both of their faces were completely flushed. Amber's was out of rage and Sawyer's was out of bewilderment, confusion, and embarrassment mixed together.
"Since when did I become your girlfriend?!" Sawyer's thoughts were utterly jumbled in ways she couldn't express. Castiel looked down at her with a handsome smirk. He placed one finger against her lips, telling her to be quiet.
"Hush now babe, let the man do the talking."
Ohhh she was so tempted to bite the shit out of him.
"When DID she become your girlfriend, she just said that you two were just friends," Amber barked at him, pointing at Sawyer at the same time.
"That doesn't matter," Castiel began. "All I know is that if you hurt her again, you'll be pretty damn sorry," Castiel scowled, but at the same time, presenting her a malignant grin. If looks could kill, Amber would've dropped dead at that very second.
The mademoiselle screamed inwardly with vexation, and stomped away, looking like she was ready to ball her eyes out.
Waiting for Amber to turn the corner, Castiel unwrapped his arm from Sawyer and took his finger away from her lips, because he felt like she was going to bite him at any second.
"Girlfriend, Castiel?!"
"You're welcome," Castiel responded back sarcastically.
"You probably just made my situation worse now," Sawyer grumbled at him.
"I only said that to save your ass, AGAIN."
"But why did you say THAT," Sawyer rubbed her face to dissipate her flustered cheeks and to regain control over her thoughts.
"It was the only quick thinking I could think of. Besides, who would want to be romantically involved with an ironing-board like you," Castiel spat out, before receiving a small blow to the stomach by Sawyer's elbow. "Ouch, what was that for?"
After hearing him say that, Sawyer couldn't deny the fact that she felt a little hurt from what he said.
"And who would want to be your girlfriend with your flat ass."
Castiel mischievously smirked, "You've been looking at my ass?"
"Just like you've been looking at my boobs," Sawyer recountered him. It caught him aback, but he retorted. "So you're not denying you've been looking at my butt?"
"And you aren't denying that you were looking at my boobs either," Sawyer stuck her tongue out at him like a little kid.
"Pffft, you're such a little girl," Castiel finished, not denying anything. Then he started walking in the other direction. "C'mon slow poke, or I'll leave you behind," Castiel waved at her to catch up.
Sawyer jogged up next to him and performed one of her famous confused pronouncements. "Where are you taking me?"
"To the nurse, duh," Castiel replied. "We need to disinfect and put a band-aid on that scratch."
Sawyer looked away from him and kept her eyes straight forward. "I thought you said you weren't going to help me anymore."
Castiel glanced at her for a second and looked away. "I wasn't helping. No one likes Amber, so I was just pitying you by saving you from her clenches."
"That's the same as helping," Sawyer said to him, making him sound stupid. "You can keep thinking that all you want, princess."
When they got to the nurse's office, the nurse wasn't anywhere to be found. Sawyer concluded that she might be out for lunch, so there was no choice but for her to bandage her face herself.
"Looks like Nurse Amy took a lunch break," Sawyer said as she walked up to the alcohol swabs, antibiotic, and bandages in the cabinet next to the nurse's desk. "Yeah, I guess," Castiel said in agreement, closing the door behind him.
"Crap, she doesn't have a mirror. How am I suppose to do this?" Sawyer tapped her foot tautly on the floor, a little irritated at the moment.
"Give me that, I'll do it." Castiel snatched the items from Sawyer and pulled up a chair to the student bed. He motioned her to sit down as he patted the cushioned bed in front of him. Sawyer did as he asked and took a seat in where Castiel imprinted his hand on the leather cushion. It was quiet for the past few seconds. Neither of them said a word till Castiel tore open the first packet of an alcohol swab. He brushed Sawyer's black hair out of the way and tucked it behind her ear. She didn't know why he was being so gentle to her. He's so mean to her, but this was the second time he saved her butt. From what she remembered, he said he wasn't going to help her again. So why is he being nice, when he's always acting like such a jackass?
Not preparing herself, Castiel swabs the bloodied scratch and an intense wave of stinging pain registered in her brain. "Ouchsshhhh," Sawyer hissed, wholly unexpecting that.
"Big baby, you should've known that was going to sting."
"You could've warned me first. Shhhhhh," she hissed again after Castiel swabbed at the scratch once more. "And you could've been paying attention other than daydreaming about me," he swabbed again and laughed inwardly when she looked pissed off.
"I was not daydreaming about you," Sawyer spat at him, a little surprised he saw right through her. "Yeah yeah, just let me finish," Castiel said as he opened up the tube of antibiotic ointment and dispersed a pea sized amount on the tip of his finger. Right when he was about to apply it to Sawyer's face, Sawyer opened her mouth to ask something.
"Castiel."
"What do you want?"
'You could've responded a little bit nicer,' she thought to herself.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You barely know me," she asked the same question like last time.
"Isn't this what friends are suppose to do," Castiel said as he began to smear the ointment on her face, waiting for her response.
"But I mean, why are you being so nice to me when you've only known me for almost a month? "
Castiel stared at her as if she made the most ridiculous question known to man. "Look," Castiel began as he opened up the band-aid. "I'm only nice when I need to be. Just because I am now, doesn't mean I'll be later. Just because I saved your ass twice, doesn't always mean I always will."
"But..."
"But what?"
"Why me? As I see it, I'm the only girl you can tolerate. You aren't nice to everyone, so why the interest in being nice to me?"
Castiel sighed and looked up at her again. He could tell she was searching for an answer on his face somewhere, even in his eyes. "Your guitar," he said bluntly. He didn't even hesitate to answer her or even give her a full sentence.
Sawyer then stared at him, letting the wheels turn in her head while she held her breath. She couldn't exactly comprehend what he just said, but it really wasn't the answer she was looking for.
"You're nice to me because I can play the electric guitar?"
"Yup."
"Hypocritical much?"
"Does it really matter?
"Psssh yeah. It can't be the only reason."
"Well it is, so shut up," Castiel finished and smacked the band-aid on her face without warning. Sawyer yelped from the sudden pain and she rubbed her cheek while a vein started throbbing in her head. 'You didn't have to smack it on, you ass!'
"Well I'm going to go," Castiel patted her on the head and stood up. "You owe me," he said as he turned around, about to walk to the door. Before Sawyer could think, she dashed her arm out and unconsciously grabbed his wrist, pulling him back and egging him not to leave just yet. "Wait," she said quickly.
"What is it now," Castiel groaned and didn't turn her way. Sawyer licked her dry lips, hesitating to ask. "If you aren't going to say anything, I'll leave."
"Okay okay, I'll ask!"
"Fine," Castiel said as he turned back around and sat back down in the chair. "What's so important that you need to ask, that prevents me from going about my day," Castiel asked pretty harshly, going back to his usual demeanor.
"Well you..." Sawyer looked down, feeling the palms of her hands starting to sweat. 'I need to ask him.'
"Well I, what?"
"Have... have you heard about the rumors? Are the rumors the reason why I haven't seen you in so long?"
Castiel raised an eyebrow at her and crossed his arms across his chest. "What, did you miss me or something," Castiel snorted.
"Yes! Ever since these rumors started, I haven't seen your face in weeks. Were you avoiding me because of them?"
Castiel jilted back a bit. He didn't expect her so say such an honest answer. He was only joking around when he asked that. It really touched his heart, but he also couldn't help but laugh a little bit from her honesty. "Little girl, I really don't give a rat's ass about the rumors. You know they aren't true, so why be worried?"
"I'm only worried because I don't want to lose a friend," Sawyer cried out a bit, in a serious manner. Castiel could tell she wasn't trying to make a joke or get him to laugh at her. She was seriously concerned and she wanted to know if that was going to affect anything at all. It was like she didn't care if the rumors targeted her, she was only worried if it ruined the friendship they just started. I guess it was time once again that he had to be nice. All the girls he's ever met, he's never met one so honest as she is.
He huffed a big sigh and brushed his bangs back, like that time in the hospital. "Yes I've heard them, but the rumors aren't going to change anything. It isn't the reason why I haven't spoken to you in several weeks. It's nothing personal," Castiel looked at her straight in the eye, to let her know he wasn't lying.
Her eyes softened a bit and she felt a little relieved than she did before. "Then why haven't I seen you since then?"
Castiel didn't respond, it was kind of hard to answer that without revealing anything he had to hide. "To be honest, princess. It really is none of your business."
Sawyer pouted, displeased with Castiel's last answer. 'He doesn't trust me enough yet.'
The red-head stood up from the chair, getting himself ready to leave. "Is this all you had to ask," he peered at her. Sawyer nodded in response, but was still a little disappointed in not getting the answer she wanted.
"I guess I'll see you later," Sawyer waved goodbye. Taking this as an opening, he thought of something that would rile her up a bit just to get a kick out of her. He looked straight at her, long enough to catch her attention. She questioningly stared back, wondering what he was doing. He grasped at his Winged Skull t-shirt and pulled it back and forth and made Sawyer look utterly confused. He walked to the door and readied himself to open it. "Catch you later, tiny tits," he said and closed the door quickly behind him before a box of band-aids came flying at him.
Enraged by his sarcastic behavior, Sawyer tensed all of her muscles and let out an angry shout. "YOU HAVE TINY TITS, YOU FLAT ASS!"
Outside the door, Castiel felt amused at what he just did, though it didn't make any sense at all. Other people who were in the hall with him, including Lysander, Rosalya, and a blonde guy who looked about the same age, fixed their eyes all on him, which made Castiel feel a little pissed to be stared at.
"What the hell are you f*ckers looking at," Castiel said brusquely. When no one answered him, they slowly looked away, pretending they didn't hear anything. "Thought so," he growled under his breath and walked away.
"Hey Nathaniel, was that all about," Iris asked the blonde guy, when she finally walked in on scene. "I heard all the shouting."
Nathaniel shook his head, "I think I saw something very unusual."
"How so?"
He paused for a bit before answering, "I... I really don't know."
