Chapter 38 Not Done Yet
Lana’s Point of View
‘Would you be mine?’ A beat dropped, and so did my heart as I wondered if he was being serious. I searched through his eyes, looking for something, even for a little bit—a hint of playfulness, but there was nothing; his stare was cold and sharp enough to bend through steel.
He wanted me to be his?
But why would a boy with a status like his want to have someone like me? He must have noticed it by now, just how poor I am. Honestly, we were two worlds apart; he is like the sky, and I am the bottom of the ocean. Even if we were in a normal school or in a normal situation, our relationship would be frowned upon by society.
I have seen too many soap operas to know that this would end in a tragedy, and I would just prefer to have the fun while it lasted.
Christian’s blue eyes remained fixed on mine, staring at me with all the seriousness in the world, piercing and burning through me like they were laser beams, and once again, my body temperature increased.
“What do you say?” His voice broke the silence again; I looked away from him when he insisted again. “You have to give me an answer today.”
“Christian, let me go,” I answered, trying to pull my arms free from his grip, but he wasn’t letting me. “I need to go to class.”
“Not a chance.” He shook his head. “I am not going to have you leave me only to run into the arms of another man.”
Another man named Xavier, and I wondered why he was so weary of Xavier, and why he was so fixated on him, even right from the beginning. “I want an answer right now, Alan. Would you date me?”
“You want to hear the truth?” I asked honestly, realizing this wasn’t a topic I could ignore forever. He nodded. “I don’t like you.”
“Really?” A strange emotion flashed through his eyes, something that looked like…hurt, but I wasn’t so sure, because it moved so quickly. Probably a bruise in his ego. “So, do you like Xavier instead?”
I bit down on my lips, unwilling to answer, but I think he got the message.
“It didn’t seem like that last night, or three nights ago.” His fingers trailed my lips, and then down to my neck, and then to my chest. “You might hate me, but your body clearly doesn’t, and you hardly stop me from doing anything. Is it just a me thing or you’re like that with everyone?”
I slapped his hands away from me. “Don’t fucking insult me.”
“I am not.” He threw his shoulders up. “You might dislike me, but I guess it just boils down to personality, not chemistry… we have amazing chemistry. And considering that I wasn’t very nice to you when we first met, you have every right to dislike me.”
I scoffed, so he knew that he was being a jerk to me all that time, then?
“Is there anything I can do to make you change your mind?” He closed up the distance between us almost immediately; his large hands cradled my face with odd gentleness. “I am willing to show you a side of me that you can like.”
“Christian…” I muttered, unable to say anything. My body was responding to his touch, fuck, I cursed internally, I was supposed to hate this boy.
So, why did I crave his touch?
Why were my feet rooted on the ground with my mouth slightly parted, waiting for him to cover my lips with his, hold me against the wall, and kiss the breath out of my lungs?
I wanted him to kiss me, and the look in his eyes tells me that he would, except that he didn’t.’
“Can you give me some time to think about it?” I asked curiously, but there was no room for compromise in his eyes.
“No.” He remained determined. “Tell me now, would you date me? I can’t stand that you are with Xavier or that you like Xavier.”
Just before I was about to say something, we both heard a loud bang on the door, my heart lurched in my chest, and our gazes snapped towards the door.
“Are the supervisors here for inspection?” I whispered against Christian, they cannot see us here together, if they do, it’s over for me, his eyebrows drawn together, but instead of fear, he seemed kind of confused.
“They would never come here.” He lets go of me. “I am Christian fucking Blackwood; no one comes to inspect me.”
Why do I keep forgetting the kind of influence this boy has in the school? The bang came again, this time even louder, before Christian reached the door.
I stared around, checking where I could squeeze myself in, in case I needed to hide—I cannot let myself be caught.
“Alan, I know you’re in there!” My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard my name being mentioned, but then I froze for a minute, realizing that I recognized the voice.
Xavier?
What the hell was he doing here?”
“Christian!” His voice came again, and he banged the door even more. “Open the fucking door.”
Christian turned towards me with a smirk, tugging his lips.
“Superman is here—why don’t we all have this meeting?”
My eyes widened, about to tell him not to open the door, but it was too late, Christian unlocked the door, and my eyes met with the green eyes of Xavier, who was looking angrily.
“Hey, you could knock with a little more manners.” Christian teased, leaning against the door frame, but Xavier ignored him as he stormed into the room. He bounced towards me, anger burning off of him.
I remained frozen in one spot. He got to me, grabbed my arms without speaking a single word, and pulled me off, trying to leave when Christian slammed the door shut.
“I am not letting you take her.” Christian stood in front of the door. “I am not done yet.”