Chapter 17

  "Amy."

     She jumps at the sound of my voice, and turns to give me a playful glare. Her soft looking skin started to flush red from embarrassment.

     What could this extraordinary girl be embarrassed about?

     "Ooh hey Chris, I didn't really think you would come," she says, taking a sip of her water.

     I raised my brow at her, "I could say the same about you."

     Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Justin looking this way. Giving me the death glare.

     She smiles up at me, showing me her one dimple on the left side of her cheek. Man did that smile take my breath away.

     "So why is it that I'm sitting over there, minding my own may I add," I start, resting my elbows on the countertop, "and I look over here to see the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, with a frown on her face?" she blushes and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.

     I chuckled and nudge her shoulder with mine, "Why so blue beautiful?" I asked, taking over Justins seat, never once breaking eye contact with her.

     Her eyebrows pulled together and she bit her bottom lip, "I wouldn't say I'm blue, I'm just, not use to party's?" She says slowly, sounding more like a question, "I just don't really think I fit in here. I feel like people are just always looking at me, judging me."

     I smiled, "You most definitely do stand out," I tell her honestly.

     Her smile falters a little bit at my words. Like she expects these words from anyone here, just not from me.

     I leaned in close to her ear. The smell of her skin was almost leaving me dazed. And the heat coming off of her neck, was warm and welcoming me to smother it in hot kisses.

     "The only reason people would be staring at you, is to admire your beauty from afar," I say, locking eyes with Justin, who now looks like his head was about to explode.

     I smirked and winked at him as I leaned in closer to her, "If I was your boyfriend, and you went out like this. I would not let you out of my sight Princess, I wouldn't even leave your side for a minute. I would take you back home, and worship your every move."

     Her breath gets caught in her thoat,  then she places a hand on my chest to push me back.

     "I hate it when you do that," she says, giving me a small smile.

     "Do what?"

     "Dazzle me with your charms," she says, removing her hand from me, then crossing them under her chest.

     Fuck!

     You got this man, keep your eyes on her face!

     Ok, don't look down Christian, for fuck sakes do not, I repeat don't look at her bolder holders!

     But she's got them all pushed up and looking so fucking jui-

     No!

     Eyes on her.

     "I didn't know I had any affect on you? Normally you seem oblivious to my 'charms'," I say, leaning against the bar.

     She rolls her eyes, "Why? Because I don't fall to my feet before you and promise to serve you and your every dying wish," her voice became much lower and laced with a bit of seduction and mockery.

     I raised my brow at her and smirk, "Women do not fall at my feet -"

     "Maybe not the kind of women you want to be falling at your feet, but they do fall. I've actually seen it," she says, sipping on her drink.

     Mmm, well she got me there.

     I laughed, "To be honest with you Princess, I'd much rather serve you and your every dying wish, over and over again. And I'm a perfectionist Princess, soooo it could take a hours, days, or even months."

     She chokes on her water, spilling some on the bare part of her chest.

     Fuck!

     Do NOT follow that droplet going in between the mountains of paradise! I repeat, DO NOT FOLLOW THAT DROP-

     Fuck!!!

     Her coughs harder, which made them jiggle a little. The water was adding a shiny glistening cover top, that ran down in between her overly stuffed pillows.

     I could feel myself lick my lips just thinking about grabbing a massive handful and rubbing my face in between them. 

     I know I know, I'm a horrible guy. But what do you expect me to do in front of my mate? Who looked extra fucking hot right now.

     Am I supposed to ignore them? How does one go about ignoring boobs?

     I don't know about any other guy or girl out there, but I simply just can't do that. I'm a guy.

     I can't help it if her boobies make me smile.

     I gue-

     (SLAP!)

     "My eyes are up here Chris!" Amy glares at me after, slapping the shit out of my cheek.

     Zander growls in approval at her action.

     Ok.... I deserved that.

     I chuckled, "I'm so sorry Princess, you're right. Would you like to go out and get some fresh air with me?"

     She glares at me, but then eventually nods, "I would like that."

     She gets up and walks ahead of me towards the backdoor.

     "Dude, is that Amy?" I hear one of Justins friend whisper to another.

     "Fuck yeah it is, god damn. Who knew she had a fucking body on her. I'm surprise it's Christian walking out with her and not Justin. He's gonna keep fucking around on her and she'll eventually leave his ass," the other one said even lower.

     I hear a snort, "I'm not into bigger women, but the way she's looking right now. I wouldn't mind pounding that pussy up. I wonder she's needs some company tonight."

     I clinched my jaw down and tighten my fist up, Zander growls in disapproval. Trying to desperately claw his way up and rip those guy's head's off.

     Once outside, we take a seat in the green metal chairs they had out here for smokers.

     Amy takes a deep breath in while closing her eyes. One of her curls fell onto her neck, wrapping itself around it.

     I wanted to take my hand and brush it back behind her, but I needed to control myself around her.

     "Long day?" I asked after a peaceful moment of silent.

     She smiles and nods her head, eyes still closed, "The longest."

     I smiled, "So what do you plan on doing, you know... after highschool?"

     She opens those chocolate brown eyes and turns to look at me. Then off in the distance, like she was collecting her thoughts.

     "You know, I'm not really sure..." she with a frown, then bites her painted covered lips, "I guess I haven't really thought that far into the future yet."

     I raised my brow at her, and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, "Really? I would have thought you had it all figured out by now, " I teased.

     She laughed, "Normally yes, but lately... it's like I haven't even had time to think for myself, much less my own future."

     I give her a gentle smile, "You don't plan on going to college?"

     She laughs dryly, "College is the furthest thing from my mind."

     My eyebrows creased together, "Why is that?"

     She looks at me with a 'are you serious' look, "College takes a lot of money, money that I don't have."

     "But that's what scholarships are for right?" I asked.

     "Yeah if you get one," she says softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

     I pressed my lips together and nod, "What age were you, when you got put in the foster care system?"

     Her eyebrows creased together, confused, "Why are you asking me this?"

     Now I was confused, "What do you mean?"

     "This! These questions about my future and past and stuff," she says, rubbing her arms.

     "Am I not allowed to ask these simple questions?" I asked, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

     She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, I just... I've never had anyone ask me so many questions before. I feel like I'm taking a pop quiz or something."

     I laughed lightly, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way Princess. I'm just trying to get to know you."

     "Well... I guess that's ok. But don't call me that," she says looking back down at her hands.

     She shivers as a cold breeze whips around us.

     "Are you cold?"

     "No," she says in between chattering teeth.

     I laughed and went to take my jacket off, standing up a little bit. I laid my jacket across her shoulders.

     Her eyes light up at this, then she smiles widely, "There you go again, working that chivalrous charm on me," she teases, but pulled the jacket closer to her front.

     No my jacket didn't fit her properly.

     But I wasn't going to sit here and let my Queen freeze to death when I have something to keep her warm.

     "You call it charm, I call it manners," I tell her honestly, looking deep into her eyes.

     She bit her lip and opened her mouth to say something.

     "Hey babe, I'm going back to my place. Wanna come?" Justin says, kissing her lips before she could even say anything.

     My jaw clinched shut, as the stinging pain in my heart started to grow. My mood instantly turning sour at his appearance.

     "Justin we just got here, I thought you wanted to hang out with your friends?" She said, confused on why he's wanting to leave.

     But I knew why, he just doesn't want her around me.

     "I know babe, but now I'm really just wanting to spend some alone time with you. I feel like we never spend any alone time together," he whines, kissing her lips again, then placing 'sweet' kisses all around her face.

     Making her eyes light up as he does this. So much love in her brown eyes for this asshole.

     I wonder if she'll ever look at me like that...

     "Ok ok!" She giggles out, resting her hand on the back of his neck, "We can leave."

     My heart litterally shatters at her last three words.

     She looks over at me and her expression saddens a little, "I'm so sorry Chris, but I'll see you around school, ok?"

     Not meeting her eyes, I give her a curt nod and chugged down the rest of my beer. I stormed inside and grab another beer from the bar as I watched them leave.

     Balling my hands up into a tight fist. Wanting desperately to kick his ass. One, for treating her like shit and thinking it's ok to do so, two, for touching what is mine.

     "Well that sucked," I hear Sky pout, coming up to me and also watching Amy and her dipshit leave.

     "I'm not in the mood right now Sky," I tell her harshly.

     Ignoring my ill manner, she smiles up at me, "Luckily for you, I don't really care. So loose that attitude mister."

     I rolled my eyes at her, "Yay, lucky me.."

     She playfully slaps my arm, "You better start being nice if you want my help."

     I raised my brow at her, "Help?"

     She nods with a big grin on her pretty face, "Yes. Operation 'GCHW' engaged," she says holding her hands up to her mouth, as if she was speaking into a walkie-talkie.

     "GCHW?" I asked.

     She gives me a duh look, "Operation 'Get Chris His Woman'."