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Matthew Cullen is intrigued by Kacie. She is something unexpected. Something he never expected to find. She needs him and he desperatly wants to help her, but things don't always work out the way we want them to, do they?

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1. Bullied

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Where do I go now, I thought as I aimlessly wandered away from the school building. I was in no shape to go home yet. Not after what just happened. I snorted darkly. Spotting a bench I walked over to it to sit down on. From here, I was out of view of the school, so most likely, no one would find me. That was fine with me. In fact, that was great. Having no friends didn't bother me, but when people started making fun of me continually, and other people laughed, then I got ticked off. It takes a lot to get me mad, but Jessica had pushed me to the limit. Thankfully, I was able to walk away from her without hurting her. I was pretty proud of that fact.

As I stared out at nothing, I started to wonder why Jessica had started talking about me. How had that started? I was practically invisible at school, and I liked it that way. But now, little miss snobby had to ruin everything. But, I guess that's just her talent. And let me tell you this, she is good at it.

Oh, yeah. It all started before the first school dance. Everyone knew that she wanted to go with Mike Newton. Everyone. Unfortunatley, Mike wanted to go with me. But I didn't go and Mike ended up going alone. When Jessica found out that he would rather go alone than with her, she immediatly started to hate me. Like it was my fault! How fair is that? But did Jessica think about it like that? No, of course not. She decided to blame me. It was now my fault that Mike Newton liked me and not her. Try figuring that one out. I tried and I failed. Do you want to know why I failed? Because it doesn't make any sense! Now that Jessica officially hates me, she goes and does what she does best: starting rumors and gossiping. I mean, come on people! What idiot would actually believe that I like Tyler?! Since Jessica is so popular (I still don't know why) other people join her and think how she thinks so that they might one day become popular too. To me, they're all just a bunch of followers who are bored. I've ignored them all pretty well so far, so hopefully, if I keep ignoring them, they'll just stop. I hope.

"Hello," someone greeted me from behind. I jumped straight up in the air. I guess I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't heard anyone approaching me.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," I said, still a little startled. Was he here to make fun of me, too? He better hope not, I thought roughly.

He walked around the bench so that he was standing in front of me where I could see him. He was the new guy, the guy that Jessica had been drooling over during lunch. He hadn't payed the slightest bit of attention to her, which was fun to watch. I could see why she liked him. He was beautiful.

"My name's Matthew," he said as he extended his hand. I shook it.

"I'm Kacie," I replied. Of course, he probably already knows that thanks to Jessica.

He smiled. "Yes, I believe I've heard your name mentioned a couple of times," Matthew said. The corners of his lips twitched.

I groaned. "If you're here to make fun of me in place of Jessica, then go away."

"I wasn't making fun of you," he pointed out.

I sighed. "Good. Just don't start now."

He gestured to the spot next to me on the bench. "Would you mind if I sat here?"

I shook my head. He sat down next to me and I couldn't help but try to sneakily catch glimpses of him from the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to notice, but with my luck, which wasn't that good, he probably did and just felt bad for me.

"Why are you here?" I asked him. I had never seen anyone here after school, ever.

He looked at me and shrugged. "I was walking around and I saw you sitting here all by yourself and I just wondered why."

I turned away from him and said nothing.

"So.... why are you here all alone?" he asked me innocently. I turned to glare at him. Why did he try to act stupid? Everyone knew about Jessica's rumors.

"Because I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be away from everyone, because all they do is stare at me and talk about me behind my back. And, of course, we can't forget the latest rumors. I have Jessica to thank for that," I ranted.

He didn't say anything, so I looked up at him to see why. He was staring out across the field, so I did too. "Ah, yes. Jessica..." To tell you the truth, I didn't like the way he said her name. Like she was something better than who she really was.

"What do you know about Jessica?" I asked as casually as I could. He glanced down at me, but I continued to stare out across the field.

"Well," he said, "she's popular, rude, she likes Mike Newton and she's pretty hot." It was like he was reading them off of a list he had made. For some reason, when he said that last reason, a pang of jealousy jolted through me. I quickly got rid of it. What do I care if he likes Jessica? Let him. Besides, who would want to hang out with me?

"Anything else?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled sweetly as he stared straight ahead. It made me sick. It looked like he was picturing her face as he answered me. "She's hot, pretty smart and rough."

I looked away from him and made a pained expression. Of course, why would I think that Matthew, perfect Matthew, would be any different? No duh he would like her, just like every other brainless guy in this school. I grabbed my backpack, put my arms through the straps and started to walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Matthew asked, he sounded hurt. I kept walking.

"Away," I said without looking back.

"But why?" There was a pause. "Did I say something?" Oh, no of course not! Sarcasm used very heavily in that sentence, just so you know.

"Oh, no. Of course not!" I said sarcastically.

He started to follow me. Just go away, I thought angrily. Once he was walking beside me he said, "No. Stop. What did I say? Please tell me!" He was begging.

I looked straight ahead and did what I had to do everyday: ignore people.

"Is it about Jessica?" he asked quietly.

I didn't answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," he replied lightly.

I continued to look straight ahead. Let him think what he wants. Maybe he can go to Jessica and give her the latest gossip on Kacie.

He sighed and stopped. I couldn't help it, I looked back. Why did I do that?! To be honest, I don't know. He looked really hurt, and now I felt bad! How did that happen? One moment his eyes were locked onto mine, but the next moment he was staring right over my shoulder. I froze when I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. Please don't be who I think it is, Please don't be who I think it is, Please don't be who I think it is, I chanted over and over. Maybe if I said it enough times, it would come true. I doubted that.

I grimaced before I slowly turned around. Jessica. Well that's great, just great. I stared at her as she came closer. Kristal and Beth were right behind her.

"Well, well, Jessica. What a suprise," Jessica taunted. I sealed my lips shut and willed myself to be able to ignore her. Why hadn't she seen Matthew yet? I glanced behind me and, to my shock, noticed that he was gone. How had he disappeared so quickly? And why hadn't he taked me with him if he saw Jessica coming? Coward!

Jessica laughed softly. "It's just us, Kacie. Don't worry."

I glared at her when she finally stopped and stood about a foot away from me.

"What are you doing way out here, huh?" Jessica asked in her sickly sweet voice.

"Maybe she's secretly meeting Tyler," Beth sneered.

What a nasally voice! Ugh, it's even worse than Jessica's. I glanced at her and said, "Wow, you're a smart one Beth."

She glared at me and Jessica said, "Ooo. You've got a little bit of a temper, haven't you?"

I moved to the right to walk around her, but she moved in front of me. "You can leave when I say you can," she said evilly.

I looked her right in the eyes and said, "We live in America, genious. I leave when I want to."

Kristal laughed her charming laugh and said, "Life's not always fair, kid. Get used to it." She called me 'kid', even though we were in the same grade.

"So I've noticed," I muttered. Once again, I tried to move around Jessica, but she moved in front of me.

"Will you just move?" I asked angrily.

She grinned, glad that she was getting a reaction. "Nope." Then they laughed.

What's funny, I wondered.

Instead of going around them, I shoved her aside and quickly started to walk away. I didn't shove her hard, just a gentle push to move her so I could go on my merry way. Well, she didn't like that. Not...one....bit. She grabbed my backpack and pulled me back. I yelped in shock. I hadn't seen that one coming. I couldn't drop my arms out of my backpack because I needed it. So I was forced to stay there, helpless. Three against one. Not fair, I thought anxiously.

"Don't you ever push me again," she growled quietly in my ear. "Do you understand me?" She was pulling my hair. So this is what people mean when they say 'cat fight'. It hurt, her pulling my hair, but I could live with it. I forced myself to smile at her. She became even more infuriated. She threw me to the ground, which hurt. Ouch. Geez, she's ruthless. I hadn't noticed, but when she swung me down, she ripped my backpack off of my back. Well that stinks, I thought glumly. She began ruffling through it and said, "There's nothing in here but textbooks!"

"What a nerd," Beth said in her nasally voice. I started to get up, but Beth shoved me back down with such force that I had to muffle a cry of pain that was about to escape.

"Stay down," she said in a deadly quiet voice. Well, there's not much I can do but stay down.

"Oh, well," Jessica said. Oh no... she sounded happy. That was never a good sign. Never. She turned my backpack upside down and all of my notebooks, binders and textbooks fell to the ground with a dull thud. She picked up a binder and opended the 3-rings. Aw, come on! That's low. She pulled out all of my notes and dropped them. She did this with each binder and every notebook I had until all of my notes and paper were in a huge pile. She kicked them and walked on them happily. When she was done, she smiled sweetly at me and said, "I hope you learned your lesson, Kacie." Then she and her little gang walked away.

I layed there for some time, unable to comprehend what had just happened. More like not wanting to comprehend what had just happened. Sorting out those notes is going to take forever! I got so angry that tears of rage starting spilling over my eyes. I wanted to kick something, which shocked me because I really wasn't a violent person.

Then someone stretched out their hand to me. I looked up defiantly. It was Matthew. How dare he show his face to me after abandoning me and not helping me. He shows up after Jessica ruins everything again. I slapped his hand away.

"Get away from me!" I yelled. "You're such a coward!"

He just stared at me with no expression on his face.

"Get away!"

He didn't move. Instead he reached down and pulled me to my feet.

I winced in pain. He checked to see if I was okay, which I was, besides the bruises.

I stepped away from him and whispered, "Why did you leave?" My voice sounded so hurt and defenseless.

His expressionless face gave way then. He looked tortured with guilt. I didn't care. Well, part of me did, but I didn't listen to that part. I was too hurt by him leaving like that then showing up now.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. I shook my head.

"How did you get away so quickly?" I asked him suddenly.

He glanced at me and his gaze hardened for a moment. I glared at him again. What a jerk!

He sighed and lowered his gaze to my huge pile of notes. Just looking at them made me tired. Together we quietly sorted them out. Note by note, notebook by notebook and binder by binder. It was almost dark by the time we finished.

"I'm so sorry," he said in such a hurt voice that it made me want to cry. Putting my notes back together had given me some time to think over things. There was more to this Matthew than he was letting on. Maybe he couldn't have helped me. I don't mean physically, he could physically (he was strong). He acted like he had a secret that he had to protect with his life. But what was it? I was going to find out.

"It's okay," I said softly. He glanced up at me and I said, "I mean it."

He closed his eyes momentarily and it looked like he was going to cry. "I'm going to make it up to you, Kacie. I promise you that."

I looked at him and I could tell he meant it. I nodded. When our eyes met, something sparked between us, and I didn't know what it was. I'd never had any experience with this type of thing. He smiled weakly and said, "Please tell me you'll forgive me."

I gazed into his eyes, searching to see if he meant it or not. From what I found, he did. His expression and his beautiful golden eyes told me he was hurting even more than I was. Wait a minute. Golden eyes? I was about to ask but he started to move away.

"Wait!" I called after him. He looked back. "Of course I forgive you," I said quietly and sincerely, and was surprised to realize that I meant it.

He gave me a small smile and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I waved and said goodnight. Then we went our seperate ways.