Teach Me

Chapter Eighteen: Trouble

"You seemed angry when you were talking on the phone." Alana stated after a few minutes of silence. I wordlessly shrugged.

"I get angry a lot." I reminded her.

"Are you going to tell me what exactly made you angry?" she questioned.

"Not until you tell me what's going on with Blake." I shot back.

"Chris you know I told you-"

"I know." I said quickly, brushing her off. She sighed and wrapped her arms tighter around me, hugging herself to me. I kissed the top of her head lightly, and she just laid there motionless in my arms. I stared up at the ceiling. I needed this time to think. I was about to make an important decision, a decision that would determine if Alana really loved me or not. It would also determine just how much Angie loved me... My arms started shaking slightly around Alana.

"Chris, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly. I got up, sitting her next to me on the bed.

"Nothing." I said quickly, holding my head in my hands. She touched my back lightly, and I lifted my head up, looking at her.

"Chris...Tell me." she whispered. I sighed and took her hands in mine.

"You love me, don't you?" I questioned nervously. She nodded, still staring at me.

"If I did something...kind of...bad, would you still love me?" I wondered. She frowned.

"I mean...how bad?" she questioned.

"I didn't break the law or anything. Not that bad." I assured her. She sighed.

"Well...I'm pretty sure I would still love you. But I can't think of what you did. What was it?" she asked.

"You'll find out in a few hours. But I just need you to trust me. When I tell you to just stay quiet, do it, okay? I need you to watch what happens. Just know that if I hurt you, I didn't mean it." I pleaded.

"Chris, this is scaring me. What did you do?" she asked, fear in her tone.

"I can't tell you or you'll hate me. You won't understand. Like I said, I need you to see it." I reminded her. She shook her head and then leaned forward.

"Well as of now I'm not mad at you." she whispered, kissing me softly. I kissed her back, letting my arms wrap around her waist.

"I love you." I whispered against her lips.

"I love you too." she mumbled, kissing me deeper. When we broke away I rested my forehead against hers, breathing deeply.

"Let's go downstairs." I said after a few minutes. She nodded and then I took her hand, leading her out of my room and down the stairs to the living room. I sat down on the couch and motioned to her backpack. She frowned and I just smirked.

"Get your backpack and come here." I chuckled.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because it's time for you to do your homework." I reminded her.

"What?! I don't wanna do homework!" she complained.

"Well you have to. And I know you have homework because I assigned homework today in my class." I said firmly. She groaned and snatched up her backpack, walking over to the couch and sitting in my lap as she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her math binder. She stuck her tongue out at me and then grabbed a pencil, flipping open to the homework.

"I hate this." she grumbled under her breath. I laughed softly.

"Why do I have to do homework?" she complained again.