Chapter 9

**Monday**

     I was running down the school halls, late for first period. Mr.Rogers didn't get home until I had 20 minutes to be in class, and I still had to walk 7 miles!

     Ugh!

     Picking up my walking pace, I look down and a started to grab the paper's I needed for English class out of my bag. Grabbing them, I started zipping up my bag when I ran into a wall. Being caught off gard by the impact, I fall backwards on my ass, and my paper's went flying all around me.

     "Great! Just fucking perfect!" I yell out, more frustrated with myself and really just with how my morning has turned out so far.

     "Here let me help you," I hear Christian say, bending down to pick up my paper's with me.

     I sigh in defeat and ran my fingers through my hair, "Thanks."

     He smiles a small smile and hands me my paper's. I take them from his hands and quickly, but of course struggling to get up. And of course I just have to struggle in front of him!

     Fuck my life...

     Once to my feet, my cheeks immediately blushed at how embarrassing that was.

     He smiles at me, "You look gorgeous today Amy."

     As if my cheeks couldn't get any more red. But I could feel my eyes widen and my heart skip at his complement. Boy-o-boy, no boy has given me a complement like that in year's.

     Kinda feeling slightly awkward and not really knowing what to say. So I just say the first thing that comes to mind.

     I just nod, "Uhm, thanks, you look gorgeous pal," I say with an awkward face and a light punch to his shoulder.

     (Face Palm!)

     Oh my god please come down and kill me now!

     His black eyes shinned with light and amusement, and he laughs softly. Clearly entertained.

     I try to think of something fast.

     "I-I-I mean you know, f-for a guy who's as fit as yourself. NOT THAT I'M CHECKING YOU OUT! I-I-I'm..." I studdered nervously, wanting to go die in a dark hole.

     If there is a God up there, please help me SHUT THE FUCK UP!

     He is really laughing now, like a full on, on the ground belly roll laugh. Ok, either he's lost his mind, or he was just born crazy..... I'm going with option 2.

     "Chill out gorgeous. I know what you mean," he says, swishing his head to the side to remove the thick long brown hair from those dreamy eyes.  

     Well that was fucking sexy.

     God I wish he'll stop calling me that. It gives me a foreign feeling in my heart, plus I don't think my face can get any more red.   

     "Look about what happened last weekend I'm sor-"

     "Christian!" Sky yells out, interrupting what Chris was about to tell me.

     She runs up to us and wraps an arm around his waist, "Where've you been? You haven't answered any of my calls this weekend."

     He looks down at her with slight disgust, "I was busy with important things. I didn't have time for nonsense," he told with a deadpan expression and voice.

     My eyebrows creased together. But yet he had time to come over to my place? The noisiest house on the block? I don't by that for a second.

     As clueless as she was, Sky smiles up at Chris, "Well, I have some free time now, we can go and..." she starts seductively, trailing a finger up and down his torso.

     I raised my brow at her. I had to hold back my laugh at the look on Chris's face when she was rubbing up all over him. 

     "Yeah I have to go, I'll see you guys at lunch ok? Have fun," I say, smiling at the desperate help look Chris was giving me.

     Shrugging my shoulders I zipped my backpack up while walking around Sky. Heading to my class with a heavy heart.

     God what is with me and my feelings lately?

     Turning on a corner down another hallway, I run into Justin, almost sending me back on my ass again. Is everyone skipping class today or what?

     "There you are! I've been looking all over for you this morning," Justin says.

     I give him a weird look, "You have? Normally we don't meet up until lunch."

     He smiles a crooked smile that had me raising a eyebrow at him. He is up to something.

     "Well, I felt terrible about our fight two weeks ago," he said, putting on that stupidly adorable pouty face, "I wanna make it up to you."

     The thought of what happened two weeks ago sends chills down my spine, and not in a good way.

     "What do you have in mind?" I asked him.

     He smiles and cups my face, bringing his lips to mine for quick kiss. He pulls back, "Now it wouldn't be a surprise if I just told you now would it?"

     I look up at him, "You know I hate surprised. The last time you surprised me, I ended up blowing up like a balloon cause you fed me cinnamon."

     Anger flashes through his eyes for a split second, "How was I supposed to know you were allergic to cinnamon?"

     "You've been my boyfriend for over 6 years. How did you not know?" I asked.

     The anger reappears in his eyes and he snatches my elbows up in a painful manner. Making me drop all of my school work.

     "Look Amy, I'm just trying to be a fucking nice boyfriend to your fat ass, and take you on a date. Like the fucking good boyfriend I already know I am!" He hisses, getting up in my face while squeezing the life out of my arms.

     "You're hurtting me Justin," I tell him softly, looking down at my feet.

     He slams me up against the lockers and grabs my jaw, "Well you hurt my fucking feelings Amy. What? You're too fucking good to go out on a date with me now? Is that it!? You think you're too fucking good for me now!?" He yells squeezing down on me tighter.

     I shake my head, "N-no I was just saying tha-(gasps)"

     I was cut off by him squeezing my face painfully, causing me to groan in discomfort.

     "That what!? That your fatass could get anybody better than me?" He sleethed in my ear.

     Before I could even reply to his hurtful words. I feel the weight of his body lift off mine. I hear something being slammed up against the locker next to me.

     I turn to see Christian had Justin up against the lockers in the air by the throat. Justin was just struggling in his hold. Christian had a look in his eyes that wanted blood, but not just any blood, Justin's blood.

     "If I ever see or hear of you ever putting your filthy fucking hands on Amy ever again! I'll kill you," he threatens, but the voice that spoke sent a chill down my spine at how dark and powerful it sounded.

     Struggling against him, Justin manages to squeeze out a few simple words.

     "Fuck... you."

     This angers Christian more. Making him lift Justin off the lockers and slams him back down harder, denting the lockers inward around him. Justin grunts in pain while his face turns purple from the lack of oxygen. He does that a couple more times, each time Justin got weaker and weaker.

     "Chris stop please!" I pleaded with tears falling from my eyes.

     I place my hand on his arm that had ahold of Justin's throat. He stops, and was breathing hard, his face was beat red with how furious he was. He slowly let's go of Justin and turns to look at me, inhaling deeply around me.

     I gulped nervously as he stares down at me. Like I was the only thing that was allowed have the power to control him. 

     "You deserve better," he tells me, taking a step closer to me.

     We were chest to chest now, staring up at his now violet purple eyes. Woah, when did his eyes change to that!? He reaches his hand up like he wanted to touch me. But once he was just less than a inch from my face, he stops and shut his eyes tightly. He closed up his hand into a fist.

     "I'm sorry," was all he said before quickly walking away from me, again.