Chapter 40

***Amy's P.O.V***

     Trenton turns to me, a familiar smile was on his face. He wore a blue shirt that flattered the color of his eyes and his darker skin tone. He still had the same long curly hair, but it was now ontop of his head in a stylish man bun that suited him.

     He wastes no time and came up to me, wrapping his arms tightly around me in a hug. Stunning me for a second by how strong he's gotten. But also not missing the way his eyes flickered over to Chris, a glimpse of amusement sparkled through his eyes.

     "Hey you! I didn't know you were still living around this area," he says, pulling back from the hug to lean against the teachers desk, crossing his arms while he's at it.

     Trenton used to be one of the older kids that I played with all the time as a little girl. This was way back when I lived at the old couples house in Florida though. But now he's my substitute teacher!? What?! That's not weird at all.

     Wait... is he even old enough to be doing this!?

     I smiled and fixed the bag strap on my shoulder, "Yeah I moved here like 7 years ago. Right after I left your grandparents. Hey but, when did you become a teacher?" I asked him, then felt a warm arm slither around my waist from behind.

     "Yeah I just recently started this teaching gig, about a year ago actually," he says with a bright smile.

     I then watched his eyes flick down to where Christian hands were. But the strange and weird thing was. I'm pretty sure I saw a little bit of envious behind Trentons eyes at the sight of Christian touching me.

     Good lord woman. You're losing it Amy, you're fucking losing it!

     Ignoring that thought, I turned to smile back at Chris. Who wasn't looking too pleased for some odd reason. I give him a look that silently asked him what was wrong. But it was like I wasn't even here, his only focus right now was on Trenton and nothing else.

     Trentons smile seemed to brighten at the mean muggin look Chris was giving, "It's great to see you again Chris, just like I knew we would," he spoke politely, holding his hand out towards him.

     I could see Christians eyes squint a little and his jaw flex with anger. My god what is wrong with him? Does he know him or something?

     I lightly placed my hand in Christians, snapping his focus to me finally. Those black orbs soften and he squeezed my hand back. Then turns back to Trenton, completely dismissing his handshake.

     "Trenton," he greeted coldly.

     But even then, Christians odd behaviour looked as if it somehow pleased Trenton even more, "Please, you can call me Mr.Ryder."

     Uh... ok? Not weird.

     "Uhm, hey how are your grandparents doing?" I asked him, attempting to lighten the awkward mood that they've created.

     Sadness flashed over his face, before quickly concealing it with a small smile, "They passed away shortly after you left us," he eyes flicked over to Christian again, and then back to me.

     My brows pulled together and my heart drops at the news, "Ooh," was all I could say, biting my lip.

     What a way to brighten up the mood Amy! "I'm so sorry to hear that Trent, they were so kind to me and to other's."

     He looks at me with a weird emotion swarming in his eyes, then grins, "Thank you, please, have a seat and class is about to start. We'll catch up later, right?"

     I give him an thumbs up and go to the back of the class in my usual seat, with Christian of course sitting next to me. But he still kept that same cold glare on Trenton.

     "Hey, come back to me," I start quietly, placing a hand on his thigh to make sure I get his attention, which worked like a charm cause his focus was now on me entirely, "What's wrong? Do you know him?"

     He takes a deep breath, "Yes I do... but, h-how do you know him?" Was all he asked, not in a rude way, but in a way that somehow had me feeling guilty for even knowing him.

     "We kinda grew up together back in Florida, with that old couple I told you about, that had the same kind of car as you. Yeah, I think I lived with them for like 2 years or so? Give or take. But ya...umm.. He was their grandson and we just kinda, you know... hung out as friends," I say awkwardly.

     He must've felt my discomfort. Because the next thing he did, was take ahold of my hand on his lap, and brings it up to his lips. Kissing them tenderly while making me blush for the billionth time today!

     "I'm sorry Princess, I didn't mean to sound harsh," he starts gently, looking back at Trenton and then at me, "So, you were, just friends with him?"

     I looked at him confused before laughing a little, "Well ya? I mean... what else would we be?"

     Seriously, does this cracker think I have boy's falling at my feet or something? I mean... I accidently tripped a really cute football player back in seventh grade once. He fell pretty hard for me... well, behind me anyways.... that still count, right?

     He smiles and rubs my hand with his thumb, "I don't know, you're a pretty likeable person Princess. Take me for example, I downright adore you."

     I looked at him, offended, then placed my free hand over my heart, "I'm likeable? You adore me!? What!? Why, this is unheard of! This is not right! I'ma offended! Quick! Give me a sharpie, I have to commit a crime!" I demanded playfully while holding out my hand.

     He laughs at my stupid command, but none the less still pulls out a black sharpie and hands it to me. I grinned mischievously and grasped his arm. Flipping it to where his palm was facing up towards me while pushed the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow.

     "And what do you think you're doing?" He asked after a few moments of just watching me doodle on him.

     "Shhh!" I shushed him by placing a finger on his lips to silence him, "Just let it happen, just let it happen," I say, getting back to my drawing.

     As I continued to draw random things on his arm, Trenton soon started the class. I was pretty surprised to hear his voice, it was very clear and smooth as he spoke, not a single stutter at all! He used to be very bad at that, and speaking with new people. But that's what also surprised me as well, how easy it was for him to connect with this group of teenagers.

     It's like he's been practicing for years. Everyone loved his way of teaching.

     Well, except for Bryce and Chris, those two would just stare him down like they wanted to beat the shit out of him. But their eyes would fog up from time to time, telling me that they were talking through mindlink.

     Good lord these men need some midol so they can chill the hell out. And they say women overreact, pssh!

     It was no surprise to me to see most of these females trying desperately to gain the new teachers attention. He did grow up to be some sort of a eye candy. 

     Man thinking about eye candy makes want some candy... I wonder if I have some in my bag.

     Once I was finished drawing on Christians arm. I reached down to dig in my back pack for some candy..... Ah-ha! I knew I had some in here! Fuck yes!

     "Amy."

     "Mmm?" I mumbled before looking up, only to see Trenton standing next to my desk. With my mouth slightly open, and a Reeses peanut butter cup hanging halfway out of it.

     Great...

     He raised a brow at me, and crossed his arms, then pressed his lips down in a tight line, "Are you even listing to me?"

     I maintained eye contact while I chewed the Reeses up slowly, then swallowed hard before answering, "Umm...no?"

     His eyes glisten with amusement, but his face told me that I was annoying him, "Then you wouldn't mind staying a little bit after class today, so I can make sure you're taught the lesson correctly, yes?"

     "But I-"

     "Great! I'll see you then," he cuts me off rudely, then turns back around and continued on with the class lesson, "anyways as I was saying class-"

     Man when did he become such a dick all of a sudden? All I wanted was a fucking piece of candy and now I'm stuck staying even longer than I planned for after class!

     Ugh!

     "Don't worry Princess, I'm not leaving without you," Chris reassures me with a smile, taking the extra piece of chocolate from my hand and opening it.

     "Heeey! Now you owe Ian some more. He's gonna be pissed when I tell him that you ate all his good candy," I teased with a flirtatious smile.

     He laughs and pops the chocolate in his mouth. Eating it kinda slow, like he was seeing if something was wrong with it. Then smiles at me.

     "Mmm, I know where to eat a tastier piece of candy," he says, sending me a wink that had me beat red.

     YES! Good god yes please! Now I'm not trying to sound like a horny bitch or anything.... because let's just be honest, I am a horny bitch 90 percent of the time.

     But it's been some time since we've done, as Sky would put it, the 'hokey pokey'. Chris has been super caution when it came down to physically touching me. He's been like this ever since I got out of the hospital, it's like, he's afraid to touch me or something.

     And let's just say that, I'm LITERALLY DYING! Well not literally but you know what I mean.

     Shit! I wouldn't even mind actually doing the fucking hokey pokey you know!? He can even lift my left leg up and put my right leg down. Or lift my ass up in order to bend my ass back down! I don't even care, I wouldn't mind!

     "Shut up," I tell him quietly, looking down at my hands and hiding my red face from the world.

     This makes him chuckle, then he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, "What's the matter Prince-"

     "Amy!" Trenton yells from the front of the room, making everyone's eyes gravitate towards me, "Since you like to gossip during class hour's, then you won't mind detention for a week with me."

     What the fuck dude!? Why is he being like this towards me? As far as I know we left on good terms, so why is he being such a dick right now?

     "I'm pretty sure I was the one talking, not her," Chris hissed out, balling up his fist underneath the table.

     "Would you like to join her then?" Trenton shot back.

     I could've sworn I seen a small grin tugging on the corner of Trentons lips. Was he enjoying this?

     I placed a hand over Christians fist and spoke before he could, "I'm sorry Mr.Ryder, but there's no need for that. It won't happen again."

     I hate apologizing for something so stupid as this, but with the heavy amount of anger I felt flowing off of Chris. I'm surprised that Zander didn't make himself known. And if I didn't stop this, then he just might do something crazy.

     The bell rings and everyone stood except for us three. They all gathered their things up before leaving the room, whispering quitely amongst themselves.

     I turned to Chris with a small smile for comfort, "Please, just go ahead without me. Ian doesn't need both of us in detention. But it looks like I'll be a little bit late for our date."

     He thought long and hard about it, but eventually ended up nodding in agreement, then adding, "Bryce will be waiting in the parking lot to take you home and if you need anything. I'll pick up Ian and he can help me set everything up for tonight."

     I smiled at the thought of Chris and Ian spending time with each other. I've never had a family before, much less ever thought about starting my own, especially at this age!

     But it was nice to see that dad side of Chris come out. It was just nice to call the three of us a family.

     I smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips quickly, grinning from ear to ear as I pull back, "Alrighty then, cool."

     Ugh, I seriously need to find better ways than THIS, to express how FUCKING excited I really am!

     He laughs softly and we both stand to our feet, walking hand in hand up to the teachers desk. Stopping a few feet away.

     "Remember what I said, Bryce is outside if you need him for any reason," he whispers in my ear, then kissed my cheek and knuckles before leaving the classroom.

     Of course not before shooting Trenton a hard glare, as if to warn him about something. God he's so weird, but I love it.

     I walk the rest of the way and stood in front of the teachers desk. Trenton was looking down at paper's, grading them.

     "Please sit down Amy, we have a lot to discuss," he tells me without looking up.