Chapter 6

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

     The very next day I went straight to my locker, not wanting to talk to anyone really. You ever get those day's to were you just want to keep to yourself? You don't want anybody to bother you, or look at you, or even ask if you're ok? You're not mad or sad, you just wanna be left alone?

     That's me, right now.

     After Justin left last night I just had this feeling of guilt, and I don't even know why. I didn't even do anything wrong, did I?

     Shaking my head I put my stuff away in my locker for class. Today for first period is gym, juuust wonderful.

     I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see Chris standing there. Looking pretty fucking rough. His hair was messy, there were dark circles under his red tiring eyes. He didn't even look like the guy I met yesterday. He was still extremely fucking hot, like a.... bad boy type of way?

     "Are you ok Amy?" He asked, sounding really concerned.

     I was stunned for a moment, here he was looking rough as fuck, and he's asking me if I'm ok? Mm... nobody has ever really asked me that before.

     I think for a moment, then with a genuine gentle smile, "No," I start, "But I have this odd feeling that I will be."

     He looked at me, studying my face like he was trying to fit a puzzle game together. It was quite amusing to see.

     "Umm, Sky's at her doctors appointment right now... You know... if that's who you were looking for," I say, my voice snapping him out of some sort trance he always seems to be in.

     His face broke out into an adorable smile as he chuckled, "Trust me, that's the last person I was looking for."

     I looked at him confused, slowly feeling my brows pull together, "I'm sorry, I just thought you two would be dating by now," I tell him honestly.

     He laughs lightly and shook his head, "Trust me, under any normal circumstances I would, but..." his voice trails off as he takes a look over at me. 

     The slightest shade of pink started creeping up on his cheeks.

     My eyes widened and I smirked at him, "Christian Shaw! Are you blushing?!" I teased, nugging him with my shoulder.

     His blush deepens, but he did not answer, "Sooo what class are you headed to anyways?"

     I laughed at his attempt to change the subject, "Well, I'm actually on my way to a wonderful place I love to call hell, gym class. Care to join me?"

     He chuckles and adjust the backpack strap on his shoulder, "Wish I could Princess, but I have mathematics today. I just came to check up on you and see if you were ok."

     "Why wouldn't I be ok?" I asked.

     His eyes widened, like he didn't expect me to ask such a simple question, "Oh I uh um, I just had this feeling that you were a bit down today."

     I raise my eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously, "Well thank you Chris, but I am fine. I will see you later?"

     His eyes light up like a little kid in a candy store, then he shakes his head yes. I smile and wave him goodbye as I go to my class. Mmm, well I'm in a better mood then I was.

     It's amazing what one person can do, just to change your whole mood of the day.

     The rest of the four hours I was thinking of nothing but Christian Shaw. Of how nice he was to me. I mean, I know it's all an act to get Sky. I'm not stupid, I know boy's like him do not associate with girls like me on a regular basis. But why is he trying so hard to get on my good side for Sky? I'm pretty sure if he wanted to, he could've slept with her in the first hour of meeting her.

     Mmm, strange...

     I mean I'm not one to complain, I actually enjoy time spending time with him. In fact, I looked forward to it everyday. I don't know....it just feels right, it feels natural being around him. Being myself around him. The conversations flow easily, and I like that. I don't have to worrie about hurting his feelings with my dark sense of humor. Kinda like what I  have to do with Justin.

     Oh great!

     Now I'm comparing Christian with my boyfriend! What's wrong with me!? I sighed and shook my head as the bell rang for lunch.

     After changing and pushing through the crowd of gossiping girl's, I finally managed to get to my locker. I go to open my locker, but only to have it slammed back closed in my face. I gasped and turned to see a furious looking Justin.

     "What the fuck is this I'm hearing around school? About you and Chris having a little chat this morning?!" Justin hisses out, pushing my body up against the lockers.

     What the hell?

     "He was just asking me if I was ok Justin. Nothing more nothing less, it's not a big deal," I tell him, not really sure how he could be mad at me cause of that.

     If his face could get anymore red, I'm sure he would pop a vain.

     "NOT A BIG DEAL!" He screeches out, pushing me up against the lockers again, harder, "First that motherfucker puts his nose into our business! And now, he's flirting on my girlfriend!"

     I rolled my eyes at him, "Please I would hardly call that flirtling! He wasn't hitting on me he was just asking if I was ok!" I yell at him.

     Seriously what is his problem!?

     He scoffs and grips my arm, yanking me closer to him. The lit fire in his eyes told me that he was starting to become impatient.

     "I knew you were a fat bitch from the start, but I'll be damned if you'll end up being a whore as well!"

     "Justin wait, where are you talking me!?" I asked, starting to get panicked as he drags me to a spot.

     He stops not too far from where we were standing and yanks me into a dark empty classroom, pushing me to the ground. He lockes the door turns to me. The look in his brown eyes is something that I've never seen before, I gulped.

     "I'm going to make you regret talking to him."