Chapter 9

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Just be cool Anna, it was a mistake. I tried to get myself together before English class, i wasn't paying attention to Cassie chatting away. She clicked her fingers in front of my face, "did you hear what i said?" "No, sorry." She sighed "i said Kells got in a fight." My eyes widened in shock "when?" 
"Yesterday, he and some tattoo artist." I shivered "he okay?" "You kidding, hes fine, just a couple bruises, luckily the artist was skinny too, you okay?" She narrowed her eyes at me, i fake smiled "i'm fine." We walked into class and i tried not to act non-chalant. We took our seats and Mr. Fin turned around, he smiled and shuffled some papers, he seemed fine. He began lecturing and i hid behind my laptop. A piece of paper flew on my desk and a cute guy smiled at me, i opened the note, it read, hey you're cute." I laughed and Mr. Fin caught me, "can you tell us whats so funny Ms. Brad." I cleared my throat and straightened my face "nothing." He narrowed his eyes and walked up to me, he took the piece of paper from my hand and read the note, his face hardened and i turned my attention to the ground. "Flirting is not permitted, are we clear?" I nodded and continued staring at the ground. He walked off "Seesh" said Cassie "what was that about, you'd think he was jealous." I bit my lip and shrugged. She studied me before turning back to her laptop. After classes, i went to visit Kells. I found him strumming a guitar in his room. "Hey" he looked up and looked back down, continuing his strumming "you okay? Heard you got in a fight." "I'm fine, i get into fights all the time." I found that sexy. I laughed and bit my lip, he had a couple bandages on his arm and a scrape on his face, but other than that he looked fine. "You know you should really comb your hair." He didn't answer, so i picked up his brush off the shelf and walked over to him. He stared at me, "i don't know why you own a brush." "My aunt bought it." I loomed over him and dragged the brush through his hair. I looked down and he stared at me, so i continued brushing his hair. He moved his guitar and folded his arms. "You mad at me?" He didn't answer, so i moved down to eye level with him. He just continued staring into my eyes. I sighed, i touched his scrape and he winced. "You know you have no reason to be mad right?" He still didn't answer. My heart lurched and i had a sudden rush of feelings, i needed him to forgive me but his anger was just so adorable. I leaned in and pecked him and pulled away. He stared at me and then in a flash pulled me into him, he kissed me slowly, taking his time. His hand rounded on my butt anf pulled me in closer so that i was on his lap. I tangled my hand into the hair i just brushed. It wasn't like kissing Mr. Fin, no kissing Kells was never like kissing anyone else, and thats the worse part cause i know thats all it'll ever be, a kiss. I couldn't help it i pulled away and looked down. He cradled my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. He didn't say anything, i think he knew why i pulled away. I brought my eyes back up his and blushed. "I should get going, i.." I jumped off of him and grabbed my stuff before hurrying away. I didn't hear him try to stop me which hurt more. Halfway between running i felt choked up, i stopped and took a deep breath. Get ahold of yourself Anna. "Anna?" I looked up to Mr. Fin "whats wrong?" I tried to smile "Boy troubles." He knit his brows and opened his car door. I knew i shouldn't but i looked back and he wasn't there so i did. He took me to some restaurant out of town. I pulled my sweater closer around me "I shouldn't be here, i have a paper to write." "Anna, its a paper due next week." I frowned "Whats your point?" My phone buzzed and Cassie popped up on the screen, i hesitated a minute before taking it off. 

Kells

I closed my eyes when she left. I told myself not to go after her, i keep hurting her, i can see it on her face but i'm powerless to stop it. I tried staying away but i can't and at the same time, i don't want anything more. My phone buzzed and i answered it. "Have you seen Anna?" 

"Cassie? Yeah she just left." "Where is she now?" I furrowed my brows "I thought she was with you."

"Well shes not and i can't find her." What the fuck Anna? I groaned "okay i'll be right over." 

She opened the door and i could tell right away she was genuinely worried. "Shes not answering her phone." I bit my lip, well lets start looking "can you think of any place she'd be?" We drove around for about half an hour, before giving up 'well shes not in town." "No shit Sherlock, what'd you do to her? You must've done something, she just doesn't take off like this." I gripped the steering wheel. We drove back to her apartment in silence, everything i did was a fucking mess. Fuck Anna i wasn't prepared for you, it was never supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to give a fuck, but here i am driving around town looking for her. We parked in front the apartment. Cassie gasped and grabbed my arm. I looked over to where she was pointing and i saw Anna step out of that douche teacher's car. "She was with Mr. Fin! How could she not tell me?!" 

"If i was boning a teacher, i wouldn't anyone to know either." "You can't tell me you're not pissed!" 

I was so fucking pissed. We got out and ran up to the apartment. We burst through the door and she regarded us before pouring some wine and sipping it. "Whats up guys?" 

"Whats up?! We've been worried sick about you!" yelled Cassie. "I was out, i'm not twelve, you don't have to worry about me."  "I can't fucking believe you Anna! Well you know what fuck you! Find a new bestfriend to put up with your bullshit!" Cassie stormed off and i honestly couldn't blame her "you're acting like a bitch." She shrugged and sipped more wine. "And a teacher Anna what the fuck is up with that?" "You're not my mother." I stared at her coldly "you didn't even have a mother for half your fucking childhood." I saw the colour drain out her face and i walked out and slammed the door. 

A/N: So much drama, now i have to brainstorm the next chapter for this sticky mess.

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