Christian

She nodded her head and she lead me to my lit class and she walked in she went straight to the back and I sat with her at the table top. I looked around and students really didn't look this way. I wonder if it was because my angry expression or the fact that Anastasia didn't bring or court attention.

"We have a seating chart and the only open seat IS next to me. We are reading Pride and Prejudice. Here are my notes so you know what we are doing." She handed me her notebook to look over. I have read the material but I was never good at analysis. I didn't understand emotional motives sometimes and this made English my worst subject.

The teacher came in and acknowledged me but did nothing but give me a syllabus. I didn't even get a book. I look at Anastasia and raise my eye brow.

"Why didn't he give me a book?" Why wouldn't the teacher give me everything I need? Was he treating me different then everyone else? I am getting angrier by the minute. I start to rise

"Please take mine. We had to buy our own for this section. He didn't mean to be mean. I already read the book." She pleads with her big blue eyes. I sit slowly she looks like she is telling the truth. I believe she couldn't tell a lie with the way her eyes express themselves.

"Thank you Anastasia" I flip through her used book and notice she did use this book a lot. She underlined and wrote notes into the margins. I think would help me a lot.

"We have a paper due about it in about two weeks." She said in a low voice as the teacher talked on and on.

"Okay I will have to get on that right away." I like how she went out of her way to tell me this even though I already had a syllabus.

We sat in communal silence until the bell rang. We lead me to the gym and told the coach I was new. She is my little spokesperson. And he gave me my uniform and I changed while Anastasia did. When she came back to me she was in a t shirt and shorts that showed she had beautiful legs and this did things to me.

When we joined the group of classmates we were instructed that it was a free day. A girl with blonde hair came up to me and Anastasia.

"Hello I am April, you're a new student right?" she tried to push up her boobs while she talked

"Yeah" I hated chicks like this.

"You shouldn't be seen with this loser. She nothing more than a mouse." She looked at my Anastasia with contempt. I now hate her for being mean to my little friend.

While she stares at Anastasia, my little friend slowly stands behind my arm. She shouldn't be afraid. I will protect her.

"Don't talk about my friend like that." I said this while stepping towards her. I would never raise a hand to a girl but I will sure as hell scare her.

"Come on sugar don't you want a FRIEND who and do more for you." She raised her hand to touch my chest and I backed away.

"Come one I can be much nicer to you" she raised her hand again and I didn't know what to do.

But I didn't have to make a decision. A little pale hand struck out in front of me and it was attached to my little Ana. She wore a facial expression filled with such anger that I didn't understand what would turn her from the quiet girl to this angry women. She didn't know my issues about touching.

"Do Not Touch him." She said with a strong to and squeezed the girls wrist until April had to struggle to release her harm and rubbed it.

"Freaks" she yelled and walked back to her friends obviously over telling what just happened between us and her.

I look back at my Ana. When did I start to think of her in these terms? I liked it so I am sticking with it. She looked small again. I walk us both by the bleachers and sit along their side hiding from everyone else.

"Why did you do that Ana?" I looked her in her eyes. She slowly lowered her head but I was having none of this hiding shit. My hands shot out and went around her jaws and made her look at me.

She stuttered her sentence. "Y-oo-ou di-didn't w-want h-her to touch y-oou" she stared at me and didn't say anything as I held her face in my hands. She noticed that I didn't want April to touch me. How did she know? It doesn't matter. She watched out for me and I will be forever grateful for her protecting me from going crazy on a female and I don't know what would have happened if I hit that girl.

"You are right Ana. I didn't want her to. Thank you." She smiled a little

"Thank you for standing up for me." She said more steadily

"I will always protect you Ana" I stood and brought her with me.

The bell rang and we changed. I waited for Ana and she lead me to my next class. Calculus, now this was my thing. I could do this with my eyes closed. The teacher gave me a good this time and told us what problem to start on. I was done in five minutes. But Ana looked like she was having a hard time.

"Do you need help?" I offered and she nodded. I showed her step by step and then she eventually got what they mean. She smiled at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

By the end of class I couldn't figure out why I was so happy. Ana was a great girl and I want to keep this going. My little friend went to her locker and I followed her.

"Do you have a locker?" she asked

Yes I did but I didn't know where it was. And I didn't care. "No"

"Do you want to use mine?" she was helping me every step of the way and I am beginning to believe that this is just her personality.

"That would be lovely my little Ana…" I put my stuff in the locker expect the Pride and Prejudice and by notebook. Wait….did I just let my nickname for her slip. I look at her and she is looking down with a blush on her cheeks. But she didn't say anything but just waited for me to finish and she wrote down her combination down. We walked outside I went to my car that my parents said I was only to use to go to and from school. And little Ana just stood there.

"Good bye Christian" she waved and started walking.

"Get in the car" I said. I was not having her walk home.

She got in my car and sat down. "Where do you live?"

She directed me to a nice little home about eight blocks from the school. It was simple and suited her just right. A man with a buzz cut was in the garage working with a saw watching me.

"Thank you for the ride Christian. I really appreciate it." she lowered her head and I am starting to think that this is a form of her goodbyes. She didn't know how to gesture goodbyes without touching me. I took her hand, wrapped it around mine and patted the back of it.

"My pleasure" she walked out of the car and waved goodbye.

Her dad walked over to her with a smile and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and showed her what he was working on. Whatever it was made her smile.

Okay guys here is the quick next chapter I promised.

I'm actually ahead a couple chapters so they do get longer promise.

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