The class finishes and we walk out hand in hand. The next two classes we have study halls and they're with Elliott. Once we found two seats near the back, we sat down and got our books out. Christian pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my waist, then rested his chin on my shoulder and started to read from his book. I smile, that's cute. I turned my head and kissed his cheek before beginning my questions. Half way through, I bite the end of my pen and sigh, not understanding the question.
Christian looks over at me. "Want some help?" He asks.
I nodded my head and grinned at him. "Please. Otherwise I'll never finish this."
He kisses my cheek. "Okay," He explains it to me and helps me find the answer.
I kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Chrissy."
He chuckles. “No problem Ella." I leant my head against his and smiled. He squeezes my side lightly and then we hear him. Elliott. I looked up to see him frowning down at us. I sighed and turned my head into Christian's neck, not wanting to talk to him. I bury my head in the crook of his neck and just stay there, though I kiss his neck bit. Christian tightened his grip on me. "Stop it," he muttered.
"I just wanted to say sorry," Elliott said gruffly. "I shouldn't have punched you. Wes hit me round the back of the head a few times to make me see that." I look up and Christian nods to Elliott. Elliott sighed and sat down on the chair opposite. "I'm not happy about this-" he held his hand up when I opened my mouth to speak. "But I guess I can't really tell you not to, as much as I want to."
"You have no right to tell me what to do."
"I know." He glared at me. "That's why I'm here telling you I have decided not to bother you about this anymore," he said before pushing away from the table and walking away. I rub my eyes and put my head down on the table.
Christian pulled me against his chest and kissed my head. "I'm sorry," he murmured.
"It’s okay." I murmur. "I just don't understand why he doesn't want us together."
He sighed and didn't say anything, only pull me closer. "He'll get used to it soon," he said quietly, a hopeful edge to his voice.
I nod and lean into him. "I hope." We sat in silence the rest of the period, neither of us finishing our work, just sitting with each other. When the period ends we get up and go to the library for our next study hall. The hour passes by quickly, Christian would help me with questions I didn't understand and I would kiss his cheek lightly each time he did.
Finally the day is over and Christian has soccer practice.
"Do-" Christian cleared his throat and looked down. "Do you want to watch practice?" he asked quietly.
I smile brightly. "I'd love to."
He grinned and kissed my forehead. "Okay, I just need to change. I'll meet you outside and show you were to sit." I nodded and smiled as he jogged towards the changing rooms then disappeared inside. I smile even more and wait outside for him. A few minutes he comes out with one of his team mates and grins at me. I smiled and slipped my fingers through his as he led us outside. He leads me to the bleachers. I sit down and kiss him softly when he bent his head forward. He gave me a boyish grin before running towards his coach and team mates.
He looks really cute. Then again, he always does. I bit my lip as he met my gaze after finishing his laps. He flicked his hair away from his face and smiled at me, winking. I feel my cheeks heat up a bit.
Practice went by quickly, mostly due to because I was staring at Christian when he was doing his laps or practicing passing the ball to one of the other guys. He jogs over to me and he's all sweaty.
