Chapter Twenty Five: Art, Oh Bloody Art

I opened my eyes to a beautiful, sunny Monday morning. May 18th. The end of the school year was fast approaching and so was the end of Max's pregnancy term. I walked into the kitchen and saw a very pregnant Max chowing down on a poptart while she helped Zack with his Math homework.

"Morning Cody." Zack said. Max nodded her head, her mouth full. I smiled and started towards the bathroom, swiftly scratching my butt.

I turned on the water and Brushed my teeth. After my shower I left feeling all clean and fresh. Ready for school. As it got closer to time to leave, I noticed that Zack wasn't dressed for school.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" I asked, looking over the living room for my book bag.

"I'm not going to school today. We're going to a parenting class at the community building." I could tell the excitement in his voice was forced. Max looked away and he whispered to me behind his hand, "If you want to pretend to be me and trade places, I'm up for that." Max slapped him in the arm and narrowed her eyes towards him.

I giggled as my eyes caught my book bag behind the left side of our flowered patterned couch. I grabbed it and made my way out the door where I nearly ran into Christian head first. I stopped myself just in time.

"Good morning lovely." He smiled and kissed my head. He was so sweet and that was something I loved about him. He made my heart flutter on a regular basis. Something that by now should have been a rarity. His cute clear face was shining with cuteness. I have literally never seen a more perfect form of human than Christian was. I smiled back and him and he started telling me about an art camp he wanted to attend for the summer.

"But doesn't that mean it will take you from me?"

"Only til the second week of August." He said, trying his hardest not to make it sound like a lot.

"TWO MONTHS??" I felt myself shout before I could control it. "I mean, I'm happy you wanna do it, It's just... I don't wanna be away from you for two months."

"I can call you babe. I mean, I'll have my cellphone, and like I can email you and stuff, so there's no reason to worry really." He rambled. It really didn't matter what he was saying. He lost me when he called me babe. At this point, I was on cloud mine and he was muted. I saw his mouth moving, I even heard sounds, but they amounted to nothing. All I saw was his perfect face. And all I could think about was him being mine forever.. his heart of complete love.. for me. He was everything.

"We'll do it somehow." I smiled rejoining the world again.

I wanted so badly to grab his hand, but the fact that we were exiting the Tipton now stopped me. That wouldn't be a good idea.

On the walk to school he talked to me about his art camp. I had never even known he liked art. But he seemed so passionate about it, and it was so cute. As he talked to me, I wanted nothing more than to hear his every thought. I was mesmerized by him. His beauty, his heart, his personality, his soul, everything about him was perfect.

As we got to school a small drizzle of rain had started. Rain. My favorite weather. It was like drops of tiny wet love. So clear, so pure. The school seemed different today. People were whispering to each other. Where their looks of disgust directed towards us? People kept whispering as we walked through the school and into the cafeteria.

"What's going on? Do I have something on my clothes?" I asked Christian, confused.

"No, I don't.... I don't know what's going on." Christian answered, confused as well.

As we got to the front of the lunch are and were about to do to the breakfast areas, a group of boys from the baseball team surrounded us. Todd Jacobs stepped onto the table beside us and smiled ruefully.

"The faggots have arrived." He announced to the cafeteria.. and the guys from the baseball team that I had came to love. The boys I had called my friends. They closed in on us. We were gonna be punished for something we couldn't control. I closed my eyes as Christian grabbed hand.. I felt impact, and heard Christian scream. My heart ached, there was nothing I could do to protect him, I felt my hand being ripped away from his and I screamed as something sharp entered my abdomen. The last thing I saw was the blood running from Christians chest. My eyes were blurred, sound was deformed. As I hit the floor, my thoughts and literal being were silenced.

A/N: Well guys, it's been over like what 3 or 4 months? lol. I'm sorry guys. I've been SO busy. I hope you Like the Chapter though. Please continue to review. x) Thanks for reading.