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Save Me

Summary:
Late at night when no one is watching, when no one can see, they share their deepest secrets with each other. Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan are total opposites, they aren't really even friends, but they trust one another for reasons that neither one can explain. He has told her things that no one else does or will ever know! She knows how he is, the things he does and why he does them...but she just wants him to see the beautiful soul he possesses. While she watches him spiral out of control she wants nothing more than to save him! But in order to save someone that person has to want to be saved..He is stubborn and can't see the truth about himself..he just wants the pain to end..can she make a difference before it's to late?


Notes:
Okay guys this is my very first attempt at fan fic! I usually stick to poetry but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head so I started writing a one-shot and it just got more and more out of hand, so i decided to do a longer story. Once the story spun itself out of control i had to go with it! I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for reading Oh and just incase you don't already know: I own nothing but the plot and my OC! All else belongs to Stephenie Meyer! No copyright infringement is intended!


4. Chapter 4

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I waited until the locker room was empty to change back into my clothes. I hated when people stare, and when you have scars they tend to do it alot. Then come the questions, which I never answer. No one needs to know my life, or my pain. They didn’t really care anyway so why do they feel the need to know. I slipped on my last black converse and headed outside through the gym. That’s when I heard them.

“Just face it Bella, your nod good enough for him.” I recognized the venom filled voice as Rosalie Hale.

“He’s just doing it to make a fool of you, it’s so obvious.”

There was no question that it was Lauren Mallory who spoke. I would know her voice anywhere, unfortunately for me. Then I heard the third female speak up.

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t touch her, no guy ever has and I doubt they will start now. Seriously, she’s never even had a first kiss, how sad is that, nobody wants her.”

Rosalie and her two followers all started laughing and went walking out from beside the bleachers. I realized then that I had stopped walking and started off toward the double doors again. Two steps later Bella rounded the bleachers with her head down and I ran right into her. My hands shot out instinctively and caught her arms to steady her. Once I knew she was not going to fall I dropped my hands from her and glanced around to find the gym empty. Good, no rude remarks would be required of me this time.

I returned my gaze to her and that’s when I saw the tears. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy and her cheeks were wet. And just like that, I was fucking angry, angry at Rosalie and her friends for being so cold and ruthless and angry at Bella for not defending herself. I looked around one more time making sure we were truly alone before grabbing her arm and pulling her with me behind the bleachers, out of sight of anyone who might come in. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself some before I spoke.

“Bella, you shouldn’t let those whores get to you. You shouldn’t just stand there and take it, fight back” I spoke quietly looking at her face. Her eyes were downcast.

“Don’t let them get to you.”

“I can’t help it Edward, everything they said is true. I didn’t want him to pay attention to me, he just did. Like they said, he’s just trying to make a fool out of me. He’ll probably succeed in that but I’m use to it by now.”

She was breathing easier now and her tears had stopped coming.

“So if you don’t care why cry about it?” I questioned her.

“They were right about everything else too, not that they said anything I don’t already know but it still hurts. It hurts to have the fact that I’m sixteen and I have never even been close to having a first kiss shoved in my face. I mean, I’ve held hands with Jacob, but that’s not even in a romantic way. I’m just…I can’t help but be upset by the fact that I’ll probably be alone, forever…that’s all…not big deal…I’m” and that was the last thing I heard before I crushed my lips to hers.

She froze slightly and then relaxed enough to move her lips with mine. She tasted like warm honey and I couldn’t pull away. I wrapped one arm around her waist and placed my other on the back of her neck holding her to me. And just like a switch had been flipped she threw her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair.

I had meant for this to be a quick peck and nothing more but she clung to me and I suddenly felt the urge, no the need, to take all her pain away from her. I knew how to handle pain, she didn’t, she’s too fragile.

Her lips parted slightly and I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth. And damn me to hell for thinking it, she tasted fucking amazing. Then she slipped her tongue out to meet mine and I instinctively pulled her body completely against me and a small moan escaped from her.

And that, that snapped me back to reality and I stepped back breaking her hold on me easily. I skimmed my eyes over her noticing her deep blush while she kept her eyes on the ground.

“There, now they can’t say shit about you never being kissed!” With that I turned and walked away leaving her standing in the gym.