I am avoiding Christian like how Cookie Monster avoids vegetables.
I felt his stare in on my back during every class. I just refused to face him.
It was now lunch time and Kate and her friends were still gushing about what Christian said.
"Oh look, there he is!" Kate shook my shoulder and outright pointed at Christian who was sitting alone at a corner table.
We get in line and get lunch, thankfully, my card isn't denied today.
I make my way to the table we sat at yesterday only, no one is behind me. I whirl around and watch as Kate, Aaliyah and, Tyla take a seat across from Christian.
I think I shall die. Yes, I shall expire right here.
His eyes widen the size of coconuts as he stares at the girls.
They pay him no mind and being to eat and chat. I ever so slowly make my way to the table, noticing the only seat left was next to Christian.
I gulp down as much air as I can before I reach the table.
"Ana, what took you so long? Sit! We were just discussing how we can get you into dance class with us." Kate smirks at me as I take a seat.
"Actually, I want to take kickboxing." My voice comes put soft as I stare down at my tray full of food. My raging appetite seems to have vanished.
"Did you get all the things you need for kickboxing?" Christian asks, silencing all three girls.
"Yes, it's in my locker." I use my fork to pick at the grilled fish on my plate.
I peek over at Christian, he nods and stuffs a huge piece of steak into his mouth. Steak sauce his smeared across his chin and I have a huge urge to take my thumb and wipe it away, the way my Mom used to do me.
We fall silent again until Tyla speaks up, "So Ana, any chance you hooking up with Justin?"
"Ew, hell no." I blurt out then, cover my mouth with my hand.
Everyone laughs at the table, including Christian. His laugh is beautiful. He's beautiful. When he laughs, he looks so young, care free....happy.
I let out a small giggle, that's when Christian stops laughing and stares at me with pure wonder in his gray eyes.
I quickly look away and pop a piece of fish into my mouth.
I want so badly to use my hair as a shield. I push my food around as Kate and Aaliyah watch us and whisper to one another while Tyla, scarfs down her food in a very unlady like fashion.
"You should eat. I don't want you to pass out on me later in the gym." Christian murmurs as he wolfs down his baked potato.
I pick up a piece of asparagus and bite off the tip.
Christian freezes, his fork suspended mid air, his mouth hanging open.
I blush again and go back to my food.
The rest of lunch is relatively quiet, except for Kate and Aaliyah whispering. No doubt about Christian and I.
A few moments before the bell rings, Christian stands and picks up his tray as well as mine.
"We should get your equipment for class, before the bell rings."
I nod in agreement and collect the two textbooks and binder that I used for my last few classes.
Together we walk side by side down the almost deserted halls.
I notice how sparkly and clean everything is. There are trophies on top of trophies lines in glass cases. The walls and floors are bright white, like they were brand spanking new. The lockers seem to be freshly painted.
"Best private school around." Christian's voice is low, he too is looking around.
"It's amazing. Better than the school I used to go to." My voice is low too as we come to a halt in front of my locker.
"What was your old school like?" Christian leans against the locker next to mine. He looks like, what did Bella call Edward?
Oh yes, "It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up" .
That's exactly how I would describe Christian in this moment.
I quickly look away and put my combination in. The locker pops open and I shove my books in and sling my new hot pink gym bag over my shoulder. Right as I go to close my locker, I spy Christian's hoodie folded up neatly at the bottom.
"Oh! Here's your hoodie. I tried to give it back to you yesterday but, you left, I guess." I hold out his hoodie to him. He stares at it then, shakes his head.
"Keep it." With that, he walks off.
I unzip my gym bag and cram the hoodie inside and slam my locker shut. I run to catch up with Christian as the bell rings.
Students and staff flood the halls. A few people stare as we walk by. I finally pull my hair down and use it as a shield.
We make it to the gym in record time, since Christian likes to walk at thirty miles per hour! He has to learn my tiny legs can't keeo up with his giant strides.
"Steele! Go change in my office bathroom. Here's the key, make sure you lock the door, okay?" Mr. Claude hands me his key chain that holds two keys.
I nod and walk off in the direction he's pointed.
Man, I hope I don't embarrass nyself out here today.
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Christian's Point Of View:
I sit on the padded gym floor in my basketball shorts and t-shirt, streatching out when I heard a someone whistle.
I glance up and see a blushing Ana making her way over to the mats.
She was wearing a tight hot pink tank top with a black sports bra underneath. Her legs looked as if the black and hot pink yoga pants had been painted in them. Her feet were bare and her toenails were painted some gold glittery color.
"Damn, I'd tap that." I hear some guy whisper to another. I feel my blood start to boil. I hop to my feet and meet her halfway.
"Ready? You should probably stretch first, over there." I pointed to the furthest corner away from perv one and two.
I guide her through the stretches and a few other warm up exercises until Mr. Claude calls for class to begin.
"Alright, pair up. Christian, you take Steele over there, show her the basics." Mr. Claude nods toward the newer, softer mats off to the side.
Anastasia follows behind me, as I pull on my gloves, happy I wrapped my hands in the locker room when I changed.
Anastasia stands there, looking very nervous.
I take the wraps and gloves that I just noticed she was carrying out her hands and unravel the wraps. I take her hand in mine and start to wrap it. She blushes a light pink and, it's the most beautiful color I've ever seen.
I shake my head and focus on wrapping her hands and getting her gloves on.
"You should probably put your hair up." I murmur to her as I fix her glove.
"Um.."I realize that she might have a hard time doing that with her gloves on.
A small smile flitters across my lips as I walk behind her, gather all her hair and, start to braid it.
I tie the end with an extra wrap I have, tying it in a bow.
Anastasia giggles and the sound floors me just like it did at lunch. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
I snap out of my thoughts and start to teach her how to stand, the basic punches and kicks and, how to block.
"Ready to try it out?" I ask, getting into stance in front of her.
She bites her lip and nods.
Whoa, that was hot.
I close my eyes for a moment to gain back my focus, "Okay, let's go."
Anastasia dances around me for a bit, avoiding every punch and kick I throw her way.
Then, out of nowhere, she hits me. Putting me down, flat on my ass.
And all I can do is laugh.
God this woman is perfect.