A Loaded Gun And A Bastards History ~ and Ashley Purdy Love Story~

Chapter 5: School...

---Monday---

Kristin's POV:

I grabbed my bag & headed out to my Camero. I inherited my moms red Camero when I received my license. I pulled up between Christian and Nicole, Blades girlfriend, & parked. Christian was leaning against his mustang, holding an extra coffee, as usual. I walked over and lit up a cigarette with him.

"Excited?" Christian asked me, taking a drag.

"No, but it's a requirement. No school, no touring." I responded, stomping out my smoke. We walked into school and I was crowded around, people wanting to talk to me & take pictures and autographs. Christian helped me to my first hour class, which is Science/Chemistry/Biology. Our teacher, Mr. Bordewick, came in & began his long, long, looooonnnnngggg lesson, ending with us getting together as partners. Of coarse, everyone crowds around me, but I choose to work with Christian. After class, Christian and I head to our lockers for our math books, meeting each other & sitting together in math. Our Math teacher, Mrs. Truttman has us work on our Algebra homework, so I again work with Christian. Christian and I work together in every class. It's just what we do, we work best together.

--lunch--

I sat down at the usual spot, with all the guys and their girlfriends; Jaime & Aslynn, Jack & Jennifer, Blade & Nicole, David, and I. Christian was off doing who knows what. He finally joined us minutes later, handing me a small, rectangular piece of material like construction paper. I look down to realize its a ticket to the Snowball Dance. AWWW. I reach under the table & place my hand in his, him gently squeezing. I wonder what's up with him today. David 'drops' his spoon, and bends over to pick it up; grinning when he readjusts himself in his seat.

Something between the guys is getting suspicious, and it's creeping me out.

By now I had lost what little appetite I've had, so I go & throw away my plate. I had only taken a salad, so I barely ate any of it. Christian looked at me with a sigh of concern, as did everyone else as our table got quiet. Too quiet.

Christian came up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"You okay?" He asked, looking at me with his beautiful crystal blue eyes so much like his father. He looks exactly like a younger version of Uncle Andy. I then realized he was snapping his fingers I front of my face because I had zoned out.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." I told him. I knew he didn't believe me one bit, but he never pushes the subject. I returned to the table, seeing everyone worried, and Blade looking mad enough to rip some ones head off with his bare hands.

Why the hell was he mad?