A/N: I love, love, love all your reviews. Some of you are so deep into the exact feelings that I have in my head while I write this, and that makes me so happy! Enjoy this one! X Milou.

Forty-seven: Red and ocean-blue.

"What the fuck was all that man?" John's confused tone demands an answer while he pulls me away from the group, and by doing so, successfully tearing my eyes away from Ana, who has been talking to Kate while looking from Rodriguez to me.

Rodriguez is on the phone with Brown, hopefully, getting his ass thrown out now that he hit me. It wasn't my intention to rile him up like that, but seeing his hands all over Ana, my Ana, did it without effort. I couldn't look at it.

I had to hold myself back for not going at him first. My old self would've definitely done that immediately, without even saying a word. But I held back, for her. I held back because I knew I would be the one in José's position if I didn't, and that would've been a drastic problem since all I can think about since last night is graduating and getting my shit together.

Because she promised me she'd come to me when she is ready, and when that time comes, I want to be able to offer her my best.

Now, hoping that that moment will be in a matter of weeks, or at the top months, I'm not making any illusions. I know I don't have my own house by that time, or a decent job, but I can damn right make sure I graduated. Or, if she wants me sooner, that I'm not in any kind of trouble.

"Fuck, even Dave is texting me what's going on," John pushes again while his head is down, typing on his phone.

I take the opportunity as fast as I can, and let my eyes go towards Ana again. Our eyes connect, and her worried expression is slightly covered by the small smile she gives me. I let my eyes go over her body once. Her knee is scraped, her jeans torn because of the fall she and John made. I wish I could make sure she was completely okay.

When my eyes meet hers again, I can't help but ask her, without sound, "Okay?"

She nods her head and smiles, trying to reassure me that she is. Her mouth departs, no doubt to mouth something to me as well, but we're interrupted by Rodriguez, who looks pale as a sheet and scared like a puppy. He hands Ana the phone without a word and then walks to Lopez. Ana on her turn answers the phone and turns around so she can talk to Brown.

"Grey? What the fuck was that?" John's arm shoves my side, and when I turn to look at him, his wide eyes move from Ana to me. Without saying anything, I know his question, and I know that he witnessed some of the moment Ana and I just had.

I sigh and rub my eyes, buying myself some time to prepare my next story, but nothing comes to mind but the truth. The truth he just witnessed. The truth I've been keeping in for what feels like years even though I've told Sara about it yesterday.

Once I have the nerve to look at him again, I mumble, "It's complicated."

John raises his eyebrow, arms crossing in front of him. "No shit."

"Mrs. Davies and I, we have things going on. I don't want to get into detail right here," I wave my hand at our surroundings, "but she and I, we are..." I wave my hand once again, not able to say the words.

I should tell him I love her since that's the exact thing I told Ana last night, but somehow it's too private. It was a moment between Ana and me, and I don't want to share it with anyone else just yet.

Thankfully, John understands the direction I'm heading, and in response, his mouth hangs open in awe and disbelieve. "Shut the fuck up."

I watch as everything seems to fall into place in his head. His eyes widen, then a smirk appears which soon is hidden by his hand in front of his mouth. All the reactions show me exactly what he thinks. He is jealous, in awe, shocked, he doesn't believe me even though he just saw it's true, but he mostly wants the dirty details, as always.

"Holy fucking shit. You're lying."

"I'm not," I mumble, shaking my head. I almost can't believe it myself.

"You're fucking our math teacher?" His tone confirms the envy that I saw in his reaction.

I sigh and nod my head a little before I take my phone from my pocket, hoping that he gets the hint that I don't want to talk about it now while standing in the middle of Amsterdam.

"You're my hero, Grey," he chuckles. After that, his attention goes back to his phone as well, honoring my silent request of not wanting to talk about it now.

I roll through my massages and see a text from Sara, Dave, and Leila. It's no surprise since they all saw what happened.

Dave's text-only reads, what the fuck was that?

Leila's text is a little longer, has a jealous tone which tells me that she won't let what she saw go unspoken of, and it makes me want to punch her in the fucking face as well. What the hell, Christian? You're seriously defending that prude whore now? What the fuck is wrong with you? And you're fucking Sara now, too?

And then there is Sara's text. It's the one that worries me the most. Christian, I've got Leila on my back. She's constantly asking me what the fuck was happening between you and Anastasia. I didn't know what to do, so I ended up telling her that I sneaked out with you last night to get the attention of what happened. She is pissed as fuck and almost slapped me across the face. I'm okay with keeping you're secret, but I'm not willing to damage my own reputation because of it.

I close my eyes for a second, ignoring all the texts for now. I have to think about what to do with Leila, and I definitely have to make sure Sara doesn't get shit because of this. I owe her. I'm not worried about Dave. I'm not sure I'll tell him what's going on, but I am sure that if I do, he'll react just like John.

When I open my eyes, I see Ana walking towards me, and without thinking, my eyes move down her body once more to check is she walks any different. She doesn't which tells me that her knee is indeed not as bad as it looks.

When she stands in front of me, she hands me the phone, our fingers touching for just a nanosecond which weirdly feels like a relief. "Mr. Brown wants to talk to you."

I'd expected this, so I nod my head and turn away a little. In the corner of my eye, I see that Ana turns to John, no doubt to ask him if he is hurt anywhere because of the fall they made, and I hope and pray that he keeps his mouth shut about what I just told him.

"Hello?" I say into the phone. I honestly don't feel like talking to Brown at all. He hates my guts, and he wants me gone just as much as Rodriguez, so it wouldn't surprise me if all he has to say to me is shit.

"Christian, I heard what happened between you and Rodriguez. First, I'd like to apologize on behalf of both Rodriguez and myself. As head of this team, I'm deeply shocked by what happened, and I want to reassure you that I'm taking the appropriate steps as we speak to make sure Rodriguez won't lose his temper again."

So, he does surprise me. While I let all the words that Brown just said sink in, he continues as if he hears that I don't have a response to that.

"Mrs. Davies told me that you tried to help her, and I find that very noble of you. Can you tell me why you felt the need to help her?"

I look at Ana again for a moment. She is talking to Kavanagh, but I catch her eyes on me just a second later while she waves her hand towards Kavanagh, no doubt talking about what happened as well. When I look in the direction of Lopez and Rodriguez, I see that they are gone.

"During this trip, I've noticed that when Rodriguez comes close to Mrs. Davies, she looks uncomfortable. After she fell, his hands moved over her while she clearly didn't want that. She tried to move his hands away from her but he didn't listen. That's when I said that he needed to stop. He didn't take it well."

"Are you seriously injured?"

I snort. As if. "No. I think I just have a small bruise on my cheek. I'm fine."

"Good," Brown answers. "Once you're back, I'd like to talk with you again. This is a serious matter, and I'm going to report it. Are you okay with that?"

"Fine," I shrug.

"Good. I'll also have to inform you aunt and uncle."

I roll my eyes at that. I'm fucking eighteen years old for Christ's sake. "Whatever. Is that all?"

"For now it is," Brown says. "I hope you still can enjoy this day."

"Okay. Bye."

"Goodbye, Christian," is the last thing I hear before I hang up the phone.

"And?" John asks immediately after. I know he was listening to what I said to Brown, and now he wants to know what the other side said as well.

"Rodriguez is in a lot of trouble," I say, not even trying to hide a small smirk. "Come on, let's go."

Just before I want to walk away, he stops me by grabbing my upper arm. "Does Blondie know?" He nods towards Kavanagh.

"About me and Ana?" I ask, earning another nod in response. "Yeah. I think so."

John chuckles again, this time while shaking his head. "You're seriously one lucky son of a bitch."

I nod my head, knowing what he means. Until now, Kavanagh hasn't said anything to anyone, while she easily could have. I know she doesn't like me very much, and she has information now that could ruin me, but she doesn't use it. I'm pleased about that for obvious reasons, but also because it means that she is a true friend to Ana, and that's exactly what Ana needs.

We both walk to Ana and Kavanagh, in my hand Kavanagh's phone. "Here," I tell her when we've reached them.

"Thanks," she mumbles, putting the phone back in the pocket of her coat. "So, as you two can see, Mr. Lopez and Mr. Rodriguez are no longer with us, and the rest of the group has already continued with the tour, so you two are coming with us."

By the way, she speaks to us, I can tell that she isn't looking forward to it. Ana, who is standing next to her, looks uncomfortable as well, trying really hard not to look at me.

"Right," John speaks when the silence is getting at him. "Let's go then. Kavanagh, fancy to bike alongside me?" The wink he gives her right after makes me chuckle, and I can see that Ana is holding back a giggle as well.

"Fuck sakes," Kavanagh rolls her eyes. She doesn't look as amused as us, but she doesn't look mad either. "Let's just get on with it."

They both walk to their bikes, which are standing against the building. "That means you're stuck with me, Miss Steele," I whisper before we follow them.

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Tell me something new."

''Let's put the bikes here. It's about a ten-minute walk from here," Kate says while she stalls her bike against a fence of a bridge that's over one of the many canals in Amsterdam.

We're in the middle of the center of busy Amsterdam, and I have to say that cycling through it was a bit of a challenge. Everywhere are people, trams are practically showing up out of nowhere, and every few miles a random pole sticks out of the ground. On top of that, the locals don't seem too happy with tourists on bikes; I had to stop John from breaking a guy's nose because he called him an asshole, twice.

Because my attention was mostly on the road and on making sure I didn't hit people with my bike, I've hardly taken the opportunity of talking to Ana even though she was cycling next to me.

John and Kate were in front of us, bickering about which way to go, which made us laugh. We've looked at each other a few times, and I asked her once again if her knee really was okay, but other than that we've been silent.

I think she doesn't know what to say and how to behave because she is afraid John will notice it. I haven't told her that John knows something is going on yet because I'm not sure how she will react. I can imagine that she wouldn't be too happy with it though considering his reputation as a troublemaker.

When Kavanagh and John have locked their bikes, Ana and I do the same. We then start walking, following Kavanagh, who has opened Google Maps on her phone and now reassured John that it'll lead us in the right direction.

Ana is walking next to me, her hand touching mine lightly with every step she takes. I want to hold her hand and lead her through the mass of people to make sure I don't lose her. I want to hold her hand because for once, I want to feel like we're just a normal couple.

"What do you think of Amsterdam so far?" She asks me after a few minutes of walking in silence. The question is very simple and she obviously asks it because the silence was getting at her.

"It's nice," I tell her, walking a little closer to her so she can hear me properly. "The museums were cool and all, but I'm excited to see more of the city itself."

And yes, like every other teen with only eyes for tits and ass, I'm most excited about the red light district, even though it's just to look. I'm trying very hard to show Ana that I'm serious about her by acting appropriately and telling her what I feel, and I mean all of it, but I'm still a guy.

"To see the girls in front of the windows, you mean," she chuckles while she shakes her head a little. She doesn't look offended or mad though, her face is covered with a small smile.

"Yeah," I grin, not seeing the point in denying. "That too."

"What do you think you're going to see? What's your expectation?" She looks at me with interest, her cheeks a little red due to the cold breeze. Her expression is open, but in the far distance, I think I see a little jealousy. Or maybe I want to see it there.

"I don't know, really," I shrug. "Just girls in nice pieces, I guess."

"Right," Ana answers, her eyes on were she walks again. "I've heard there aren't many girls working anymore. They've closed a lot of windows."

"Oh, okay," I reply, not sure what to say to that. "But it's cool anyway, right? I mean, it's one of the most famous things about Amsterdam."

She nods her head. "Sure. I just can't imagine that people would pay girls like that. I mean, if you order a prostitute, it's not as obvious. But here, everybody sees it. And you know that they do it with others a lot. You can literally see that."

"Um, yeah," I mumble, for a moment taken aback. Why is she saying this?

"Would you?" She asks.

"Would I what?"

"Would you go to a girl like that?" She clarifies, and suddenly I understand where this is going. She looks at me curiously, but somehow I know that she is hoping I'll say no.

Without thinking, I grab her hand and lace our fingers. "Look, I'm going, to be honest. If I was here with John and Dave, just on a city trip while smoking joints and if I didn't just tell a beautiful, brown-haired woman that I love her, I might go to a strip club or something, but I wouldn't have sex with a prostitute. I'm too picky."

"You're picky?" She asks, and I can't help but see the surprise on her face.

"Yeah," I chuckle. "You sound surprised?"

"Well, I am. I mean, the way you talked to me before we, you know... And it seems like you have a reputation. And then Leila." She waves her hand and rolls her eyes at the mention of that name, and I fight my smile as I hear how she almost growls it out.

"Yeah, Leila was a mistake I guess," I agree. "But that reputation isn't really based on facts. I admit that I've said things that fed it, but that doesn't mean it's true. I don't just fuck every girl."

"Really?" Ana arches her eyebrow, obviously not believing me. "How many girls have you had sex with then?"

Even though I am a little annoyed that she thinks I fuck around all day, I am having fun discussing things like this. I'm happy she asks because it gives me a chance to let her get to know me better.

"Before you and including Leila, three."

"Three?" She asks, again surprised.

I nod my head, a smirk playing along my lips. "Three." I lean down and kiss her forehead, making her eyes widen as she looks towards Kavanagh and John to see if they saw it. I couldn't give a fuck if they have. "And before you ask," I mumble against her head, "you beat them all. By far."

A delicious blush creeps from her neck to her cheeks, and her teeth find her lower lip in order to hide her smile. "You know why?" I ask her when she doesn't say anything.

She shakes her head, her blue eyes finding mine. "Why?"

I stop walking and let go of her hand so I can move my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. "Because I love you." I kiss her nose. "And because your body is fucking sexy." I kiss her mouth, which hangs open. "And because your pussy is-"

"Christian," she hisses, her hand slammed against my mouth before I have finished my sentence. She then looks at John and Kavanagh again, who have stopped walking as well. John is looking at us with a shit-eating grin and wide eyes, Kavanagh is looking at anything but us.

I kiss the palm of Ana's hand before I grab her wrist and pull her hand away. "Don't worry. I've told him when you talked to Brown. He saw it."

"Damn it," she mumbles. "You need to stop looking at me like that." Her tone is accusive even though she knows that she's looking at me the same way. "Can you trust him?"

I look at John once again. He is now standing in front of a sex shop, hands almost against the window while he looks in awe, exactly like a kid in front of a candy shop.

"I can. I've known him for ages. He won't say anything."

"Good," she mumbles. "Come on."

We walk towards Kavanagh and John, our hands no longer touching, our bodies not even brushing against each other. My hands are in the pockets of my jacket, Ana's are folded in front of her. Her cheeks are red, and her head is cast down, avoiding the look of Kavanagh and John, who has now returned back to earth.

"Okay," Kavanagh says when we stand in front of them. "So I guess walking boner over here knows it too," she moves her head towards John, who doesn't even look offended, "and I know which is cool and all, but please, don't touch each other like that. The fact that I know doesn't mean that it doesn't freak me out."

I'm surprised by the familiar and very un-teacher like tone she uses, and I think Ana is too.

"Right," Ana nods, grabbing Kavanagh's arm before looping her own through it. "Let's continue the excursion."

She starts walking determinedly, pulling Kavanagh along with her. As good students do, John and I follow. The shit-eating grin that's covering John's face doesn't go unnoticed, and when I look at him, he can't hold himself back.

"Fuck, Grey. This is insane." The excitement is written all over his face. "How long have you been tapping that?"

His choice of words doesn't sit right with me, and because of it, I feel my demanour change. "Don't talk about it like that, John."

His eyes widen at my bark. "Jesus, man. Chill out. Forgive me for wanting to know how long my best friend has been fucking our teacher."

He misunderstands me, but for now, I let it go since I see the red lights appear in the distance. To get his attention from the whole situation of Ana and me, I nudge him with my arm while I nod to the street ahead. As expected, his focus goes to the red glow immediately while his eyes shine with anticipation.

"Here we go, man," he says excitedly, slamming my shoulder in the process.

I chuckle and look as well, but instead of letting my eyes go to the red-lighted windows that slowly come closer, I can't tear my eyes away from the woman that's walking a few feet in front of me.

Her long brown hair is in a ponytail, flipping from left to right as she walks, and she is wearing that Bordeaux trenchcoat again which hugs her waist perfectly. As if she feels my eyes on her, she turns her head for just a moment, showing a beautiful smile before her focus goes to Kavanagh again.

And while the sound of nails that tick against the window without shame try to get my attention on the half-naked girls that are standing and dancing seductively under the red led-light, offering themselves willingly, I only have eyes for her.

Anastasia Davies, soon-to-be Steele.