A/N Hi guys, I'm back. I've been ill for the past week (not the virus) but I'm on the mend now so I hope you enjoy this chapter and regular updates will now ensue – Elizabeth x

On my first day at high school, I found out that Christian and I were not in the same form. I was prepared for the worst, both of us had agreed that we were older, and it wasn't necessary to get our parents to ask the school again. Plus, high school was different. We were put into classes based on ability, not forms. Still, it was a hard pill to swallow. When Christian got called forward to go to his form, the same one as Adam and Jose, I felt tears prick at my eyes. I knew I was being a baby, but I had no control over it.

"You'll be fine," Christian said, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I loved his hugs more than anything. I was content to just stay in his arms forever. "I'll be waiting for you at lunch. And we probably have loads of the same classes."

He pulled back and tilted my chin up. With his thumb, he brushed away a stray tear.

"I'm gonna miss you," I whispered.

I hated being apart from him. Even if it was just for a little while.

"I'll miss you too," he said and kissed me quickly before he had to go.

I willed myself not to cry but the tears came anyway. Luckily for me, Kate was in my form and she hugged me and told me it would be okay. I was grateful I had her.

Our form teacher, Mr Markey, was a balding man in his mid-forties. He was nice enough and he said that the tests from the next few weeks would determine the classes we were put in. I knew Christian would be put in all the top classes and so I knew I'd have to work my ass of studying so I could be with him.

At lunch, Kate and I went to the bathroom. She was topping up her makeup and I was brushing my hair when she told me about a boy she'd met over the summer.

"He's called Ryan," she said. "He's a sophomore."

"He goes here?" I asked, putting on my lip-gloss. "Where did you meet him?"

"You know my parents made me go to summer school," she frowned, rolling her eyes. "My grades were bad last year but anyway, he was there too. He's got blonde hair and really pretty eyes. He told me to meet him at lunch."

"You're ditching us already?" I asked, irritated.

"Don't be like that Ana," she said moodily. "You've got Christian. Aren't I allowed to have a boyfriend too? Anyway, it's not like it'll happen every-day."

I rolled my eyes. Of course it would.

"So he's your boyfriend then?" I asked.

She nodded with a big smile, turning to face me. Her eyes glanced around the bathroom, making sure nobody else was in there when she said, "I did stuff with him."

My eyes widened. What?

"I know," she giggled. "He invited me over last week. His house is really nice by the way. We were kissing in his bedroom and then he was touching and kissing my boobs."

"What, like, naked?" I asked.

She nodded. "And then he put his hands down my pants and... touched me there. He put his fingers in. It hurt a bit, but apparently that's normal."

I grimaced. It didn't sound very nice.

"I asked Holly about it, - don't look at me like that - only because she's experienced. She told me that I'm probably not wet enough. She gave me some lube to borrow for next time."

I nodded, feeling completely out of my depth. I didn't know what lube was and I didn't even really know how fingering worked much. I knew she'd tell me everything I wanted to know but I didn't want to look completely hopeless. Especially when I had a boyfriend.

We left for lunch and Christian was waiting for me at the door. After the morning I'd had, I felt a big feeling of relief as I fell into his arms and he hugged me tightly. There was nowhere I felt happier, or safer.

"Was everything okay?" He asked.

I nodded and we went to join the line for food.

After school, I went over to Christian's and we worked on math, my least favourite subject. He made question cards for me and I had to remember them by heart.

The next day we did biology, followed by chemistry. On the fourth, it was my time to shine in English. Christian didn't have patience for the classics.

"They're old and boring," he'd say, and I'd shake my head at him; resigned to the fact he was a hopeless case.

The two weeks flew by in no time and soon it was time for our tests. Christian kissed me before I went to class, wishing me good luck.

The first test was maths. It was hard, but every time I forgot something, I'd picture Christian's face holding the revision card and I'd write it down quickly before I forgot. I was actually feeling optimistic when it was over. The rest of the week went by in similar fashion. At the end, the groups were announced, and I was with Christian in all top set classes. Kate was with us too in most of them; maybe summer school had payed off after all. Brody, Adam and Jose were in a few, but mostly second sets.

On our first day of our official new classes, Christian met me from form to walk to English together. He held my jacket for me, and I swooned like a love sick teenager. Which is exactly what I was. Our teacher, Miss Pierson, was everything you could want in an English teacher. She was young with a pink cardigan on and big glasses. Her hair was in a messy bun as she drank tea and talked about the pros and cons of each Bronte sister. Our first book we were studying was Jane Eyre and I was super excited to read it. I loved anything romantic. Christian, not so much.

"It's so big," he complained, on the way to our next class. "I'll just let you read it and copy your notes."

I tutted at him, telling him that he would not, but I knew I'd cave.

At lunch, Brody came over late, a bagel half hanging out of his mouth. Kate eyed him with distaste.

"Having a party this weekend," he said, chewing loudly.

Kate's expression changed to one of excitement. "Your parents going out of town?" She asked eagerly.

"Yup," he said, giving her a wink. "Got the house to myself all weekend. Well, my sister's supposed to be there but she's taking the opportunity to stay at her boyfriends." Brody's sister was in Elliot's year at school.

"Excellent," Kate grinned. "Can I invite someone?"

"Yeah," Brody said. "Anyone you want. It's going to be the best party of the year."

I rolled my eyes. Brody had always had a tendency to show off and this year seemed to be no exception. My guess was that he was trying to prove popular with the older kids since he asked Christian afterwards if he'd tell Elliot and his friends about it.

"You going?" Christian asked me when lunch was over.

I shrugged. "I suppose we should," I said to him. "He is our friend after all."

Christian cast me a dark look and I gave an exasperated sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you," I started but he cut me off.

"Alright," he snapped. "I don't need a lecture."

I was affronted. Christian rarely snapped at me. I mean, I knew he snapped at other people a lot. Actually, he was moody most of the time with our friends, but never me.

I didn't talk to him on the way to biology. We opened the doors to an empty classroom; we were five minutes early. When we sat down, he said sorry, but I continued rummaging through my bag looking for my books.

He pulled my arm, forcing my gaze. "I said sorry," he said intensely, looking into my eyes.

"I heard," I snapped, pulling my arm free.

I looked back down into my bag, but fingers tilted my face up and his lips were suddenly on mine, hot and intense. I kissed him back instinctively. He tasted like the lemonade we'd just had. When I pulled away breathless, his lips trailed down to my neck where he sucked the skin there lightly. As he did this, one hand moved across my chest and he squeezed my breast - so lightly. I gripped his arm, the sensations rolling over me tenfold. My breathing hitched. Wow. He'd never done this before, and it felt heavenly. I never wanted him to stop.

The other students coming into the room broke us apart. I was flushed and bothered; my hand reached up to the side of my neck where Christian had just sucked. He looked at me and smirked.

I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.