Chapter 4

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

**Last Period**

     Walking into my last class of the day I was surprise to see Christian in the back of the classroom, just sitting alone. Staring off into space while a group of girl's was trying so hard to get him to look at them.

     Might as well thank him Amy, he didn't have to stand up for you like that.

     Taking a deep breath in, I started walking towards him. As if he could sense me coming. He turns his head, making me stare straight into his gorgeous black eyes. My heart was beating fast against my throat, as if threatening to bust out.

     Calm down Amy, he's just another guy. Why am I so nervous just to talk to him!?

     He smiles a charming smile that melts my heart even more. I could feel my face heat up. Way to play it cool Amy!

     God, I'm such a loser.

     "Uhm...Christian right?" I asked, stopping right in front of him.

     He chuckles lightly and nods his head, "Yes, and what's your name beautiful?"

     I rolled my eyes at him, "Sky's not here, you don't have to keep trying to impress me with your charm," I tell him calmly, but I was starting to get a little annoyed by his behaviour.

     Why is he being so fucking nice? Mmm, weirdo.

     He raised a brow at me, looking a little confused at what I was implying, "Would you like to sit with me?" He asked kindly, gesturing towards the empty chair next to him.

     I narrowed my eyes at him, starting to get suspicious, "You sure you want to sit with a girl like me?" I asked him,  crossing my arms under my breast.

     He looked even more confused at my question. This poor bastard.

     "Why not? I really don't see nothing wrong with you," He said honestly, scanning his eyes up and down on my body.

     Boy he is blind uh?

     I give him my best warm smile and decided to just sit down next to him. Which earns me many glares by the other girl's who were already trying to get his attention.

     Great...

     "I actually came over here to thank you for standing up for me. Not many people do that," I tell him honestly, looking down and fiddling with my fingers.

     "Don't ever thank me for standing up for you. Nobody should be treated like that, especially from the one person that is suppose to love them," he says in a low threatening manner.

     I look back up at him with a raised brow, uhm ok?

     I quickly smiled and changed the subject, "So why did your family move from California to here?"

     He studied my face before chuckles lightly, "My family has always lived here. I've... just been... away in another school."

     "Like boarding school or something?" I ask.

     He laughs throwing his head back, "Yeah you could say that. What about you though, have you always been in Oklahoma?" He asked leaning forward over the desk, as if he was really interested in what I had to say.

     This time it was my turn to laugh, "Um no, actually I was born in Florida. But ended up here in Oklahoma by the foster care system," I tell him honestly.

     He looks at me for a moment with those observing dark eyes, "You're a foster kid?" He asked slowly.

     I nodded my head while chewing on the inside of my cheek. Why am I telling him this?

     "It's not as bad as you think," I tell him, "Some of my best memories are in foster care. Plus I got to travel all over Florida and Oklahoma State's. And I love to travel."

     He just stares at me, so intensely that I couldn't help but blush as I take a deep breath in, "So Chris, you don't mind if I call you Chris right?"

     He smiles at the name and shakes his head no. I nod and continued with my next questions.

     "Do you.... like to play football, basketball or baseball?" I asked awkwardly.

     "You know football doesn't sound that bad," he says, rubbing his chin in thought, but then he looks at me with a wicked smirk, "But I need a good sexy cheerleader to cheer me on, you up for the potion?"

     I looked at him, shocked at what in the FUCK he just said!

     I looked closely to see if he was joking or not, he wasn't. But I ending up busting up laughing. He is cute and funny.

     "I don't think anyone would want to see me in a cheerleading outfit. That would just be horrible. Plus I'm sure you could find some poor soul to be your cheerleader," I tell him, laughing at the end.

     He chuckles lightly and raises a thick brow, "Well I think you would look mighty good in a cheerleader outfit," he says, winking at me.

     I giggled and punch his arm playfully, but then looking down fast so I could hide my red cheeks.

     "Do you miss California? Like your friends and stuff back there?" I asked, looking back up at him.

     He stares at me for a moment, as if he was trying to read my thoughts. Or trying to sort his out.

     "Some parts yes, but for the most part. I just couldn't wait to come back home," he said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his well built arms over his chest.

     "If you don't mind me asking, why start school over here now? I mean, if you only had one more year of schooling, why not stay and finish there?" I say really wanting to know.

     That's odd, normally I don't care, or wouldn't care about anyone from this school.

     He thinks for a moment, I guess choosing his words, "I've been learning about my family's business since birth. That was the whole reason why I was in school over in California and not here. I came back because my parents are wanting to retire soon, and I have to be here for whenever they decide to retire."

     I nod my head in understanding.

     The rest of the class was filled with jokes and just really getting to know him. Cause I'm pretty fucking sure Sky's going to be hounding me about him later. He really does seemed like a really nice guy, I mean I knew it was an act. Every guy Sky starts dating comes to me for information about her. They act all nice until they get their information about her, then like a switch. They go back to being the little dipshit's everyone knows and loves.

     Which surprisenly, Chris hasn't asked not one thing about her. Uhmm... weird.

     Once the bell rang for school to be over with, I gathered my things and started to head out when Chris stopped me.

     "Hey, you never told me your name," he says, swishing his hair to the side so it won't be in his eyes.

     My name is anything you want it to be, my inner though screamed. Good god woman, Justin. Just think of Justin.

     Fuck! It's not working!

     I smiled sweetly at him, "Well I'm sure somebody will eventually tell you," and with that, I walked away and was out the building before anyone could stop me.

     "Hey babe wait up!" I hear Justin holler after me.

     I turn to see him running through the crowd to catch up with me. But I also seen Chris at the school entrance, just staring at me so intense with Sky wrapped around him. Like a weirdo.

     Ignoring him I smile up at Justin as he stops before me and kisses my lips. Pulling back he smiles down at me, his eyes filled with love.

     "So I was thinking that I could stop by later? You know after the old man goes to bed," he asked, with hopeful eyes.

     I bit the inside of my cheek, "I don't know Justin. The last time Mr.Rogers caught you in my room he threatened to kick me out."

     He puts on his dumb looking pouty face while embracing me with a warm, and loving hug. God I wish moments like these could last forever with him.

     I blush shyly as he places his face in my neck and started placing kisses there. I couldn't help my eyes as they wondered over Justin's shoulder to Chris.

     He looked upset, like full on pissed off to high heavens.

     "Pwetty pwease? I promise to be more quiet this time," Justin pleaded, blowing hot breath on my skin, making lean my head back and giggle as I broke eye contact with Christian.

     I roll my eyes at him and slap his arm playfully, "Fiiine, I guess you could come by."

     He smiles widely and kisses my lips once more, "You're the best babe! I'll see you later, I have to give someone a ride home."

     Before I could even ask who he was giving a ride to. He hurried off to a group of popular kids.

     Oh, well ok? I look back over to where Chris and Sky were, only to see that they're not there anymore.

     On my walk home all I could think about was two soild black eyes. That for some reason, I can't seem to stop thinking about. God why am I even thinking about him? I have Justin, and he's ok. I mean, he treats me.... alright, I guess.

     But there's something about Chris. Something about him that I just seem to always want to be around. I felt some type of connection with him that honestly scares the living fuck out of me. I'm not really sure what I should do with my feelings towards him yet. I shouldn't have these feelings towards him, for fuck sakes I just met the bastard today!

     Ugh!