Chapter 24

**Week Later**

     "No no no! Christian! Where is the compassion in your voice?! The fake love on your face!?" Mr.Higman exclaims dramatically, walking across the stage towards Christian and a girl named Ray.

     The drama class was doing rehearsals before the big night next week. Christian was supposed to be a werewolf named Zander, proclaiming his love for a human girl named Raven.

     It was all very cliché if you ask me.

    But I was in the back, painting a tree, because that's what I do.

     I see Christian rub the back of his neck stressfully and groans in frustration.

     "I'm trying! I just can't seem to get it," he says, looking back down at his lines.

     I smirked, and found my eyes wondering to the backside of Christian.

     Did I mention that it's a Friday evening, AFTER SCHOOL and they have been at it for the past three hour's.

     Mr.Higman smiles and taps his chin with his pointing finger. My eyes wondered again back to Christian ass just when he started stretching his arms high up in the air.

     Oh my dear sweet baby Jesus, I've just died and gone to heaven.

     The grey shirt that he was wearing lifted up quite a bit, showing off his nicely built body. His jeans were hanging a bit low, not too low, but enough to see those grey briefs poking out from the top.

     His ass is so beautiful, like a perfect juicy orange that I wanted to just tear my teeth into.

     I bet there's something else that's juic-

     "AMY!"

     "Uh?"

     My eyes traveled up to see an annoyed and irritated Mr.Higman looking down at me.

     Uh-oh.

     "Glad to have you back, I need you to run over some lines with Christian, Ray has to go," he says.

     My eyes widened and I started frantically shaking my head no, "Oooh umm no, I'd much rather not. I'm painting a tree, because I'm a tree painter," I say, pointing at my sloppy work of art.

     He smiles and reaches for my hand, pulling me up to my feet, "I need Christian to be relaxed when he's going over the lines. He only seems to be relaxed when he's around you," he whispers in my ear, pushing me closer to the now smirking Christian.

     Why!? Why am I always getting put in situations like this, especially with him!?

     "Here are the line, and Christian, ya gotta work on that fake love man," he tells him, handing me a booklet full of word's before looking over me and walking off, "Bryce! What have I told you about painting boobs on my tree's!"

     My eyes widened and my heart drops. It's cool, I'm ok, don't panic!

     How the fuck do you act?! I've never done this before! What if I mix up my word's and say something stupid!?

     Who am I kidding, I know I will! It never fails. Ugh!!!

     "Well hello Princess," he greeted cheerfully, crossing his bulky arms over his chest.

     I blush hard and gave him an awkward smile and a slight wave in return.

     Let's just say, since that night he um... you know...ate me out, we haven't talked. Not because we didn't want to! It's just, I really haven't seen him at school much.

     Or at all.

     Today's actually the first time I've seen him this whole week. I would ask him where he's been these passed couple of days. But I didn't want to sound or act like I'm clingy or anything.

     Plus I figured if he wanted me to know, he would tell me. Right?

     "Hellooo! Earth to Princess!" Christian says, waving his hand in front of my face.

     "Huh? Yeah? What?" I answered quickly, coming back to reality.

     He chuckles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, making my face even more red.

     "You sure are out of it today huh?" He asked, a look of concern crossed his eyes.

     I rolled my eyes at him and gently slapped his stomach out of nervousness. Why am I so nervous? No fucking clue.

     "Pssshhhh, who me? I was just sitting over there, minding my own may I add. Painting... a tree," and looking at your sculpted ass made by the gods.

     "Because that's what I do. I paint tree's," I added.

     He lifted a brow at me, and then smirked, "Yes I'm very sorry for disrupting you and your important work of tree painting."

     I nod my head, "You're forgiven," I say, quickly looking down at the booklet.

     My eyebrows creased together at the scene Mr.Higman had marked for me and Christian to go over.

     I shake my head, "I'm not a very good actress. So don't make fun of my attempt."

     I glanced up to see he was smirking down at me, but nods his head. I looked back down at the words.

     "Zander," I called out, reading the script, "Zander please don't go!"

     I looked back up to see his black eyes widen in fear and recognition, but his full attention was on me.

     "I have to Am-Raven, it's the only way for you to be safe," he said seriously, his tone was hard as I see him swallow a lump in his throat.

     As if it actually pained him to say this, just like how the character is supposed to act.

     Man, he really is a good actor.

     I looked back down and read my line in my head before looking back up.

     Ok Amy, here we go.

     I closed the small gap between us, and placed a hand on his chest. Just like the booklet told me to do.

     I feel him stiffen up under my touch as I looked into his eyes.

     "Please Zander, you can't leave me. I don't care that you're a werewolf. I don't care that your family and friends don't approve of me because I am a human, please. Please stay with me, I-I need you," I tried pleading in a needy and almost heartbreaking tone.

     But I'm pretty sure I sound more like a whiny baby.

     He stares at me for a moment, then pushes me away gently, shaking his head, "I can't do this, not with you, you can go back to your tree painting. I can't rehearse with you," he said seriously.

     I was hurt, I mean, I know I sucked but damn. 

     "Zander please, please don't push me away," I continued regardless, closing back the gap between us.

     His black eyes widen, completely terrified, "Amy please don't say that name," he says, his voice was soft but still demanding.

     He slowly started to back away from me. But this action alone made me feel in control. So I took a step forward everytime he took one back.

     "What's the matter Zander? What are you so afraid of?" I asked, putting my own little sass in the characters name.

     "Amy please stop, you honestly don't know what you're doing to me. This isn't a game," he pleaded, his hands started to shake as he held his eyes shut tight.

     Did he just say I couldn't act? Well... no, but I'm gonna accept the challenge anyways!

     "Zander please, we can work something out with our families. You don't have to push me away. You can't push me away! I'm bound to you for life!" I fake yell, grabbing the back of his neck to hold him in place.

     I see him squeeze his eyes shut tighter and his mouth formed a thin line.

     "Zander please open your eyes, I can't do this without you," I say softly, bringing his face closer to me.

     I bring my other hand up and placed it on his neck also, locking him in.

     "Please Amy, stop," he pleaded some more through clinched teeth.

     "No! I'm not going to stop, look at me Zander! Tell me you don't want me, tell me you never want to see me again and I'll go. Tell me you don't love me, TELL ME ZANDER!" I demanded at once, placing my forehead against his.

     Just like the script told me to do.

     He snapped his eyes open and I gasped. Bright violet now replaced his once black eyes. Nothing but love and determination twirling through them.

     "Chri- (Gasped!)" I was immediately cut off by Christian taking a hold of my throat, and turning me around so fast while pushing me up against the wall.

     Pressing his body up close to mine, he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. He boldly placed his nose in the crease of my neck and inhales deeply.

     "Mmmm, you called for me mate," his voice seemed to have alot of authority to it, and it was deeper, but the kind of deep that it you weak at the knees.

     My heart was pounding so fucking hard, I literally thought it was gonna jump out of my chest.

     "I-I-I don't th-think this is part of the scr-script," I say, stumbling over my word's like a fucking idiot!

     I feel him smile against my skin, "You have no idea how much I want to mark you right here and now. Mmm, right here is a good spot."

     I almost fainted on the spot when he lightly grazed something long and sharp against the sweet spot on my neck.

     Wait... did he just say he wanted to mark me!? What the fuck does that mean!? Like bite!?

     Now I know that is not in the script!

     I started pushing on his chest to create some type of space between us. But Jesus Christ, this motherfucker wasn't having it apparently, cause the little cracker didn't even budge!

     By now almost every one was staring at us with wide eyed and some looking in disgust.

     "Christian," I breathed out, "Christian everyone is sta-"

     My voice was cut off by lips smashing against mine so roughly, that our teeth clashed together.

     A soft moan escaped my lips as we started moving our mouths in sync against each other's.

     This kiss was different. This kiss was rougher, and more demanding. Nothing like the other times we've kissed before. You could taste the hungrily desire on his strong tounge as it explores deep in my mouth.

     It was like he knew what he wanted, and he greedily took it without no questions asked. It was hot.

     He deepens the kiss as his hands went around my waist and to my ass. Giving my ass a firm squeeze he traveled down to the back of my thighs.

     With little effort, he lifted me up and wraps my legs around his waist as he pressed me harder into the wall. Our lips never once disconnecting. My hands find there way into his hair and started tangling themselves up in it.

     I couldn't stop, no matter how much I wanted to I couldn't. His lips were holding me captive and he showed no signs of letting me go anytime soon.

     "CHRIS! AMY! PDA IS NOT ALLOWED!" Mr.Higman yells at us, breaking our concentration to our heated kiss.

     We both pulled back and breathed hard on one another.

     "I know for a fact, that that wasn't part of the script," I tell him breathlessly, as a small smirk made its way to my lips.

     He gently sits me down on my feet and quickly backs away from me. Keeping his eyes on the ground.

     "I'm sorry Princess, that could have ended badly," he says quietly, while quickly gathering up his stuff.

     My eyebrows creased together, confused, "What're you talking about?"

     He shakes his head and starts walking towards the exit door. Slamming it open and storming out.

     "Chris wait!" I yell after him.

     I quickly walked out of the auditorium to catch up with him. But as soon as I ran out the door, I couldn't find him. Like he disappeared.

     How the fuck does he keep disappearing like that!?

     "Amy," I hear a male voice from behind me.

     I turned my head and froze on the spot, "Justin."