PART 3

*Christian POV bonus*

The summer before starting high school was my favourite yet. My parents didn't take us on vacation, or to see family members. This meant I got to spend the entire break with Ana and my friends. I worked on my business, played football, played my piano, came up with a zillion pranks for Elliot and best of all, kissed Ana. A lot. When I had first kissed her, I'd never felt anything like it. I thought that it couldn't get any better than that, but I had been so wrong. When we'd used tongues for the first time, that was the peak of kissing. We did it all the time now and if I was being honest, we were really good at it.

It was a bright day, only a week until school, and Ana was spending the day with her parents shopping. I stayed home working on my website downstairs, taking orders, when Elliot decided he was going to bother me.

"The big adventure starts here bro," he said coming over to me clutching a can of coke and pulling the tab so it sprayed in my direction. He put his arm around me. I shrugged it off immediately. Yes, apart from Ana or if I was the one initiating, I still had touch issues.

Elliot had grown a lot this past year. He was almost sixteen and he worked out a lot which meant he was getting muscles. We were both similar heights, me being tall for my age, but I was still kind of skinny.

"I mean it," he said, flopping down next to me. "These next four years are going be wild and I'm going to be there to introduce you to it all," he grinned.

"Go away," I murmured, busy staring at my screen.

"Booze, weed, girls. Hot girls shall I say."

I turned to face him angrily then.

"I don't need girls. I'm with Ana," I told him. He knew that.

He just shrugged, taking another sip. "You're in high school bro," he said. "Things happen. People change. And anyways, older girls are the ones you want to teach you. You can use your expertise on Ana after if you want. Trust me, she'll thank you for it."

I was disgusted at him. Is this why he'd dumped Kate? So he could learn from older girls and then go back to her? It was completely wrong.

"Don't judge me," he said, getting testy at the way I was looking at him. "I'm just a young guy having fun."

"You don't need old girls to have fun," I told him.

He got up then. "You'll realise what you're missing out on soon. I bet Ana hasn't even given you a hand job yet."

I went red.

He nodded. "I thought so," he said smugly. "Bet you haven't seen her tits either."

I got up then and moved toward him. "Don't talk about her like that," I said slowly, right in his face.

He put his hands up in mock surrender, but he knew when to back down. We'd gotten into a fair few fights over the years and I'd always won. I wasn't sure where my strength came from, but I knew it could get me into a lot of trouble if I didn't control my temper. My anger issues were one of the things I'd started working on with Flynn a few years back. It still got the best of me sometimes/

"Sorry," he said, heading back upstairs. "But hey, remember I'm here for whenever you want to have fun."

I flopped down angrily, his words turning over in my head.

Bet you haven't seen her tits yet…hasn't given you a hand job…

Both things were true of course. And both things I'd also thought about, a lot. Every time we kissed lately, I wanted to touch her. Her to touch me. She'd gotten boobs a few months ago and I was dying to see them. To touch them. But she hadn't initiated anything, and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Plus, truth be told, I didn't have a clue what I was doing. All I knew was that whenever I kissed her, I wanted more. That, and an annoying gift from puberty that had started happening last year. Erections. All the damn time. When we kissed and when she wore a tank top and I could see her boobs through it. When she sat next to me and played with my hands, hell even when I thought too hard about her. It was beyond frustrating.

It wasn't just about that though. I loved Ana. She'd been there ever since I could remember. She helped me when I needed it and gave me constant support. She was the funniest person I'd ever been around, I never failed to laugh when she was there. Plus, she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Now that she had boobs…she was magnificent. I loved everything about her from the perfume she wore to how soft and long her hair was. From her smile to the tiny beauty mark she had on her left cheek. I'd never felt that way about anyone before and I wasn't sure if I ever would. When I explained it to my dad that time he caught us kissing, he told me it was just a teenage crush. I hoped it wasn't because I couldn't imagine ever being without her.

I was bored by mid-afternoon, so I invited the boys around to play play-station with me. Adam couldn't come because he was with his family but half an hour later, Jose arrived with Brody. I was disappointed that Brody was here instead of Adam. We had a tense friendship; mainly because he was obsessed with my girlfriend. We were sitting on the couch, playing, when Brody started speaking about Ana.

"She's gotten really pretty," he said.

I attacked him with my sword on the screen and he died a dramatic bloody death.

"She's always been pretty," I countered.

"I know," he laughed. "But you know…before she was cute. Now she's hot."

I bristled. Jose tried to switch the subject to something more neutral, but Brody wouldn't budge.

"So, I know you two kiss and stuff, but are you properly together?" He asked.

"If by properly you mean she's my girlfriend, then yes," I said, growing angry.

"Oh."

He looked super disappointed and that made me happy.

"So you can back off and stop with the gifts now," I continued. "And the flirting. She's with me. She picked me. I don't want you trying to get with her anymore or else we won't be friends. Understand?" I said this in a firm voice as I looked at him. It was about time I really laid the law down otherwise there would be fights.

And he would lose.

"Jeez, alright," he said with a smile, but I knew he understood.

And if he didn't, well, he'd regret it very much.

The first day of high school came quickly enough. With it being my first day of ninth grade and Mia's of sixth, mom made us pose for pictures. She cried as she took them. She dropped all three of us, Mia first. She was fidgeting and nervous, so I reached for her hand. She looked up at me with a smile.

"You'll be fine," I told her. "I had a great time at middle school."

"Thanks Christian," she said quietly.

I pulled her into a bear hug, and she wrestled out of my arms, giggling.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't get the same encouragement from Elliot. I got out the car and with a pat on my back he told me not to 'get stuck with the losers,' and ran off into the building. I waited outside for Ana. She texted me to say sorry, running late. had a wardrobe malfunction. be there in 5. I shook my head with a smile and sat down, looking around and taking in my surroundings. The high school was so much bigger than middle school and there were infinitely more students. Hundreds were gathering together, hugging old friends. Some nervously alone. I thanked god I wasn't one of those kids.

I saw Ana before she'd noticed me. She got out of Carla's car carrying a tiny navy-blue bag pack with gold swirls that I knew could barely fit anything in. She was wearing a short light blue denim skirt which showed her smooth tanned legs and her hair was all wavy. When she walked up to me and gave me a little wave, I stood up and held out my arms. She fell into them and the scent of vanilla shampoo hit me. Her hair was so soft; like velvet. Her skin was warm, and I rested my chin on the top of her head. She was still so small. I towered over her now.

"All this summer to grow and you still haven't managed an inch," I teased, pulling back to look at her.

She looked up at me and laughed, pushing me playfully. I grabbed her around the waist, bending down to kiss her. She tasted like cinnamon from her bagel she always had in the morning. I couldn't get enough of her. When she pressed against me, I could feel her boobs. I wanted to touch them so badly. We pulled away, breathless, and she gave me a little smirk before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. I felt my pants grow tighter and cursed.

It looked like my first year of high school was going to be a very long year.