Chapter 16—Boys like Girls

When I wake up the next morning, Christian isn't in his bed. I wouldn't find that odd if it wasn't six in the morning. Did he even come back to the room last night?

I try to push thoughts of Christian aside while I mentally prepare myself for Mr. Fischer's test. When I'm finally dressed, I head to the door and run into Christian as he's walking into the room.

"Oh, um, sorry," I mutter, glancing quickly up at him before looking away and making a move to step around him so I can get into the hall.

"Wait." He grabs my wrist and I turn to look at him. He is looking at me with hesitation in his eyes, and I raise a brow, wondering what's going through his mind.

"Yes?" I ask, starting to get impatient. I wanted to review my notes some before the test.

"I—um, I . . .can you—can we have—will . . ."

I look at him in bewilderment. Since when does Christian Grey have trouble getting words out? I frown up at him. "What is it you're trying to say to me, Christian?" I ask softly, finding it a little adorable how hard it is for him to tell me whatever it is he has to say. I don't think he'd appreciate me calling him cute, though.

He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, letting go of my wrist and sighing loud enough to blow Piglets house down. "We need to talk. Meet me here later, okay?"

"Oh—" I don't even get to finish saying kay before he walks into the room and closes the door in my face. I shake my head and frown in frustration. If I didn't know any better I'd say someone was having their period. Maybe I should lend him a tampon? I giggle at the image of handing him a tampon. It would be funny to explain why I was handing him a sperm shaped blood absorber, and it would be even funnier explaining why I have one.

I walk down the hall, shaking my head, distracted, as I let my thoughts rattle in my head. I sigh softly, only imagining what this day has in store for me.

….

I'm pretty sure I passed Mr. Fischer's test with flying colors, but I guess only time will tell when he's finished grading, which means I most likely won't know until next Monday. I internally roll my eyes, wishing he wasn't so slow, physically and mentally.

Thankfully the school day is over and I'm on my way back to the dorm to drop off my stuff before heading to the cafeteria with Luke. When I get to the door I'm about to put my key in to unlock it, but I hear a voice on the other side talking pretty loud, and from the tone it's not a conversation that's going well. Feeling like a creep I press my ear against the door and listen to the one-sided slightly muffled conversation.

"No, Mom, I'm not going to ask him that . . . I don't understand why you're so interested in him for? . . . What? No! How could you—? Mother, I'm not gay! . . . I don't know okay, it's just when I'm around him I feel, ugh—you know I don't want to discuss this with you, Mom. . . . No, of course not, it's just too personal and I don't want my mother in my love life. . . . No, I didn't say I love him, I said love life! Ugh, I don't even know why I called you, you're not helping me. . . . Yes, I know, Mother, I love you too. . . . Actually, I have to go, Mom, I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye."

I sit there with wide eyes for a moment, trying to process what I heard. His mother thinks he's gay? He feels a certain way around someone? I assume he's talking about Victoria, but doesn't his mother already know about her? And why would he be gay for liking her? I lean against the wall and I'm so invested in my own thoughts that I didn't hear Luke approaching and scream like the girl that I am when he touches my shoulder.

He looks at me in surprise and then breaks out into that smirk that would make my knees jelly if I were any other girl. He raises a brow, "What are you doing?"

I open my mouth to respond just as Christian opens the door. His eyes find mine first, and I see something flicker in his expression before his gaze shifts to Luke. He looks back at me, his previous expression now replaced with a frown. "What's going on out here? I thought I heard a girl scream?"

I will my face not to turn red as Luke gently nudges me in the back. I look up at him quickly before looking back at Christian. "Uh, nothing is going on. I was just coming in . . . to, uh, put my stuff up." I gesture to my book bag as I lift it up to show him.

He raises a brow like he doesn't believe a word I'm saying. He gives Luke a suspicious look before he takes my bag from me and throws it inside the room, then grabs my hand and pushes me behind him. I blink at the back of his head, not fully understanding what's happening.

"Lucas," Christian says.

"Christian," Luke says, though not as seriously, and I swear I see amusement in his green eyes.

"Do you think you can allow me to spend a few minutes with Andy before you try to monopolize all of his time again?" Christian asks.

Luke raises his eyebrows in surprise, then chuckles softly. "Is that what you think I've been doing? Monopolizing his time?"

"Well what else should I call it?"

"I don't know, jealously?" Luke bates him.

I see the back of Christian's shoulders tense as he takes a step closer to Luke. "I have absolutely no reason to be jealous of you and it's quite funny that you would think otherwise."

"And yet neither of us are laughing," Luke mutters.

Christian doesn't say anything as he turns, my wrist in his grip, and walks back into the room. He pulls me along, and as I pass Luke he grins at me as I mouth what the hell? Christian closes the door behind me as I stand and watch as he walks away from the door, muttering under his breath and running his hands through his hair.

He paces back and forth in front of me and I'm not sure what I should say or do, I don't even know why I'm here. Should I ask him if he's okay? I think asking him if he lost his mind would be a better question. I don't think he'd appreciate me asking that, even though it does look like he's lost his mind by the way he's pulling at his hair now and biting his lip as if he's in pain.

Not being able to take watching him torture himself any longer, I quickly intercept his path and remove his hands from his hair gently, dropping his hands at his sides.

I stare into his eyes, and standing this close I can see dark blue flecks in his silvery gray eyes. I watch as his pupils dilate the longer we stare at each other, and when I realize that I've been staring at him like a drooling dog, I look down and take a step back. But before I can get too far away from him, he grabs me by my upper arms. I don't even get a chance to ask him what's going on before I feel his lips on mine and every nerve ending in my body fires just a moment before my mind goes completely blank. Oh. My. God.

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