A/N: Ok so this story has been nagging at my head to be written ever since yesterday when I thought of it.

Song for this chapter: Saving My Face - KT Tunstall

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"Hey! Watch out!"

I turned to see where the voice was coming from but, faster than my eyes could process, a football smacked me in the face, knocking me onto the soft sand beneath me.

"Are you alright? I am so sorry!" One moment I was simply looking at the cloudless blue French sky, the next two emerald eyes filled my vision.

"Ummm…."I was struggling slightly with coherency while staring into his eyes, and shook my head. "Yeah I'm fine thanks".

He smiled at me, completely derailing any hope of saying something remotely interesting to him, and then offered me a hand to help me up. I took it and stood up, despite the fact that my legs felt like jelly.

Once I had looked away and gathered my thoughts I looked at him properly. His hair was defying the laws of gravity in a way that still somehow looked casual and the rest of his body was well muscled in a way that you knew he would be able to catch you if you fell but didn't look like a serious weightlifter.

After my examination I realised that I had been staring at him for over a minute and blushed a deep red. I looked into his eyes again and he, seeing the colour of my cheeks, smiled crookedly again.

"I'm Edward" He looked at me expectantly, but I was beyond noticing, still comitting his smile to memory, and he continued. "And you are….?"

"Oh umm.." I blushed deeper. "I'm Bella".

"It was nice to meet you Bella, I hope we meet again" He sprinted back across the beach to his friends, pausing halfway across to turn and smile at me yet again.

I still hadn't learned how to regain control of the muscles throughout my body and just stood there, frozen. Until my best friend came running over.

"Come on Bella, the coach is leaving soon." Tanya tugged on my arm, pulling me back across the beach.

"Right. Coach. Yeah…" I took one last look at Edward and let her lead me back towards the road where both coaches were packing up ready to go to the D-Day museum.

"Tanya…?" I started.

"Yes?" She prompted when I didn't continue.

"Do you know a guy…"

"I know lots of guys Bella, which one in particular were you thinking of?" She was obviously overjoyed, having tried to set me up with someone ever since we came on this stupid trip Tanya was desperate for me to find a guy I liked.

"His name's Edward" I said, trying to sound indifferent but my voice came out with an almost desperate edge.

"Edward?" She asked, incredulous. "As in Edward Cullen?"

"I don't know what his last name is, but he has bronze coloured hair, Green eyes…What?" I asked, catching sight of my expression.

"Bella, he's the biggest player like…Ever! He seriously has a new girl on his arm every day" My heart sunk at her words. "Don't ever go after that jerk, he would just use you until the next girl came along."

"Oh…." I murmered.

By this time we had reached the buses and I was just about to step onto the bus when I tripped on the curb. I was waiting for the inevitable impact when suddenly two strong arms wrapped around my torso, keeping me upright.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked from behind me. Oh no! I thought Please Please Please let it be some other person who has an amazing voice.

I turned around in their arms, and my worst suspicions were confirmed. It was him. I stood abruptly, eager to escape his grasp, and straightened myself up. Aware that everyone was looking at me.

"Thankyou" I said curtly, and abruptly turned on my heel and walked towards the que for my bus.

I didn't realise that he had followed me until I came to a standstill behind Angela and turned to catch one last glimpse at the ocean.

"Why are you following me?" I asked, trying to sound as cold as possible, it would be harder to fancy someone if they hated you.

He looked slightly taken aback from my tone but answered anyway. "I wasn't" He said this as if it was perfectly obvious. "I was simply doing the same as you, getting onto my bus"

I turned away, scrambling inside my head trying to remember seeing him before, if not on this trip, surely I had caught a glimpse of him at school? But, despite my best efforts, I came up with nothing.

I climbed onto the bus taking the window seat next to Angela and plugging in my ipod, I closed my eyes trying to listen to the lyrics and nothing else. But somehow his voice seemed to filter through my ear phones and the babble that surrounded me on the bus. The low tone of his voice stood out as if he was right beside me.

I managed to avoid him for the rest of the day and, with Tanya's constant reminders of what a playewr he was, I had no intention of ever speaking to him again. However whenever I caught a glimpse of him a different frame of mind set in, not caring about Tanya's warnings, I just simply wanted to get to know him.

Another point that didn't help was that, quite often, I caught him staring at me, a look of frustration in his eyes. Could he possibly be as troubled as me about the space that I had forced between us? I rejected that thought immediately, before I could fall into the trap of speaking to him again. I would only get hurt.

But despite this, I felt a pull towards him, almost as if I was meant to be. How cliché.

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