Forbitten

Chapter 10

It had been months since that first day Christopher and I kissed in his classroom and got coffee together. Christopher. His name perfectly suited him and I could not believe I was finally dating the man of my dreams.

We had been on quite a few dates over the course of our relationship. We went to the park, shopped at a bookstore together, visited the same coffee shop again, and Christopher even brought me to a church service. These all had to be out of town since we couldn't risk being seen together. Christopher had made it very clear that he could lose his job over this and I understood completely. After I graduated in the spring, we could finally be seen in public together. I could barely wait to tell the whole world that he was mine.

He finally asked me to be his when we were walking around the city after the church session. He sat me down on a bench on the outskirts of a small park. It was barely winter, but still cold, and his warm, beautiful body kept me safe from the frost. The lake had almost frozen over and there was fresh snow on the ground. I could not stop thinking about how lucky I was, looking at the view with the man beside me, when Christopher began to speak.

"Mos, that service had me thinking," He cleared his throat slightly, and shifted in his seat. I could tell he was nervous, but about what? "'Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.' Do you know what passage that is?"

"Romans 12:10, they recited it in church today," I replied with a smile. Christopher was truly devoted to his beliefs and his religion, and I adored him for it. We had not used anything stronger than "like" to describe our relationship yet, but here he was, reciting a passage about love to me. I felt the color rise in my cheeks as he continued.

"It made me think about us, Mos. We've been on numerous dates and the very presence of you makes my entire body stir with happiness. You truly highlight my existence." He smiled and pushed his circular glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was beginning to pinken from the cold and I wanted to nibble it. "I want to devote myself to you, and I want to make you an even bigger priority in my life. So, what I'm trying to say is, will you be mine? My boyfriend, I mean..." He laughed nervously, and I could feel my body vibrate with the butterflies he was still inflicting upon me months after we had first met.

"I-I don't know what to say..." I replied, looking away but still holding onto his warm hand.

"Say yes, Mos."

I did not respond, instead I turned to him and kissed his smooth lips. He smiled into the meeting and I was so happy we were somewhere where nobody cared who we were to each other. I could just sit there in that park, kissing my boyfriend, and nobody would spare a second glance. The night soon ended and we parted ways, but only physically. In our hearts, we were always with one another.

Being intimate with Christopher was all I ever wanted. His creamy skin on my tiny body while he held my hands and kissed me whenever he or I desired. I wanted nothing more than to wake up and see his hazel orbs gazing into mine. Not to mention, I desired to feel his big, hard, throbbing- THWACK!

The wiffle ball hit my tiny body and sent me soaring across the gym. I got so caught up in daydreaming about him, I completely forgot I was in gym class amongst my classmates. Richothy smirked at me from across the gym, holding the plastic bat he used to indirectly attack me with, as Terry helped me stand back up. Mr. Papa Smoke blew on his rusty whistle, spittle flying, and we all got back into our starting positions. I had no idea why Richothy hated me so much, it's not like he knew I was dating Christopher, did he?

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I stayed after school to spend some extra time with Christopher, like I always did. Everyone else tended to leave relatively early and my foster parents thought I was receiving extra help, so we were not worried about being caught.

The sun was shining through the windows, as usual. We both sat in the light with my head resting on the soft thigh of Christopher Yoi. He wore a light blue shirt with another one of his extravagant ties. The tie was a darker blue and had a paisley pattern, which matched the navy of his trousers.

"Mos, I'm so lucky to be in this relationship with you," Christopher spoke softly. He didn't need to put on a fake authoritative voice when we were alone; I was no longer his student and he was no longer my teacher.

"You make me so happy." Christopher leaned down to where I was laying and I nuzzled my proboscis against his nose. I was truly starting to fall deeper and deeper for this man. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and then pulled away. He stared at me for a moment and I reddened. "What are you looking at?"

"Your beauty." He kissed me again, this time much deeper. I rested my hand on his cheek and he pressed his tongue against my bottom lip. I granted him access and our tongues instantly battled for dominance, before mine submitted. Things continued, creating a heat deep within my stomach, when I heard my cell phone beep.

"It's Bryin, he must be here," I said, pulling away, before continuing. "I told him I was at tutoring."

Christopher nodded. "I understand. Any second I spend with you is a second I treasure. I'll see you tomorrow, Bright Eyes." I blushed at his nickname for me and left the classroom with my belongings.

I was halfway down the hallway, my head still spinning from the kiss, when I slammed into a body. It was none other than Richothy Linkin. He stood before me, his chapped lips curved into a frown and his faux bat tail dangling menacingly from his belt loop.

"I know what's going on," he whispered angrily. Spit flew from between his crispy lips and landed on my face.

I felt my heart skip a beat in anxiousness, but I did not let it show. "What are you talking about? Nothing is 'going on.'" I tried moving around him but he stepped to block my path. "Move, please," I urged him. "My dad is here."

He sneered at me, and I backed up to avoid the foul smell of his plaque breath. "You and Christopher. You're... together. I heard everything, you dirty, little bloodsucker."

My mouth went dry. I couldn't think of anything to say. My silence confirmed his suspicions and he smiled dangerously. "I'll tell the principal, I'll expose the two of you. Christopher is mine, I promise you that."

I could no longer deny it, I just had to stop him from hurting Christopher. "He'll be fired for abusing his power as a teacher. Would you really hurt him just to separate us?"

He came close to me, his hot breath fanning my cheek. "I'll do what I have to do to get him back, Bright Eyes," He said mockingly.

Get him back? Had Christopher and Richie really been together before? I leveled my eyes with his and tried to sound far more confident than I felt. "You'll hurt him more than you'll hurt me. Why would he want you back then?"

He glowered at me but didn't respond. I moved around him and flew out of the school. As I got in the car, Bryin smiled at me and asked about my day. I could only give half-hearted grunts or one word answers to his questions. When we got home, I apologized for my cold demeanor, blaming it on a headache. I escaped to my room so I could sulk by myself. Then, I called Christopher and told him everything.

"I'll handle Richothy Linkin." Christopher told me. "Don't worry."