A/N: I'm enjoying writing my story alot now there's more Edward involved :) I hope you guys are! As always, let me know what you think! Do we all hate slobbery Royce now? Who knew!
THANK YOU TO MY SISTER WHO GIVES ME IDEAS. I LOVE YOU 3
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things twilight. I just like to mix things up abit and have some fun. :)
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It rang a couple of times, and then I heard him. "Hello?" His deep voice through the phone.
I leaned my head against the wall, still breathing heavily. Was it the best idea to have rang him? "Hey . . . Edward?"
I heard him clear his throat, "Bella? How did you get my number?" I had his number for quite some time, mostly if Alice and I needed a ride back in the days when we didn't know how to drive. And I guess I'd always added his number into my phone every time I upgraded.
"Can you come and get me?" I swallowed. This was definitely a bad idea. He probably could think of a ton of things to do then listen to me. "I- its prom and I don't feel well."
It was silent on the other end and I contemplated on just hanging up. I peeked out the window, still shook from what Royce had tried to attempt. "I'll be there in five." I heard him say, and then the line cut off.
I realised I had left my purse inside and I didn't feel like going back into the school, I didn't feel like partying and I didn't want Rosalie to ask me questions. I also didn't want to be the one to ruin their night. I quickly dropped a text saying I didn't feel too good and slipped down the latch before sprinting across the field.
Royce was nowhere to be seen and I thanked my lucky stars that he hadn't been waiting for me all this time. I straightened my outfit a little, fuck. I had flung my shoes off when Royce was forcing himself on me and fuck they were Rosalie's fucking Loubitons.
Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuck.
I was not going back to get them now, there was no way in hell. Rosalie was going to kill me, I as officially dead. I am dead.
A honking noise snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw Edwards silver Volvo roll up near the school entrance. Shit. I had no fucking shoes on; luck was definitely on my side today. Not. I speed walked towards the car, hoping that I could get inside without Edward noticing my shoes were missing.
I quickly grabbed the handle and slipped inside. I looked up at Edward, subconsciously running my hands through my messy hair. Thanks to Royce the bastard. I opened my mouth, apologising for making him come all this way but his eyes widened and he stared at my lips.
"What happened to your lip Bella?" His eyes narrowed. I furrowed my brows, bringing my hand up to my lip and wincing as it scraped my bottom lip. I pulled it back, there was blood on my fingers and I gulped.
Fucking Royce bit me! How did I not feel that?!
I let out a shaky breath, clamping my lips together thinking it would all go away. "Nothing. I just, caught it on something." I sat forward and he grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at him.
"Bella. What the fuck. Where are your shoes?" He inhaled and his arm stretched to rest it in front of me. Great. Did he want to notice anything else whilst I was here?
"Can we just go, I don't feel we-"
"Bullshit." He cut me off. I rubbed a hand over my face, being careful not to ruin my makeup, not that I gave a shit about it right now. "Bella." He said in a deathly calm voice.
Too calm.
I looked up at him, his fingers reached out and he placed his thumb on my bottom lip. I stared at his face as he wiped the blood away and took out a tissue wiping his own fingers. I licked my lip and instantly regretted it. It definitely stung like a mother fucker.
"Did Royce do this?" His eyes searched mine and I didn't say no, but I also didn't admit that he did. Royce needed more than ass kicking, but I knew if I admitted it he would cause another bruise to appear on his face; probably more. He didn't wait for an answer, he cursed under his breath and took off his seatbelt, his hand reaching for the handle.
Shit. I grabbed his arm. "Pleas-"
"I fucking told him. I fucking warned that bastard of a boy." He was angry, that was for sure. I didn't want him to cause a scene, damn it. He opened the car door, and I quickly pulled on his arm.
"Edward." I pleaded, near enough crying. His movement paused at the mention of his name and he twisted his head to look at me. Think of something. Think of something. "Please don't leave me."
He didn't say anything, and I hoped that it would be a good enough excuse for him to stay. His eyes looked down to where my arm was still attached to his and I quickly dropped it. He shut the door, breathing out loudly and he leaned his head against the seat; eyes closed.
No one says a word until we stop at the first stoplight. I begin to feel nervous, where were we going? Was it really a good idea to be with Edward? He switches the stereo on and hits the AUX button. Under the stereo, he has his phone plugged in. He scrolls, clicking and dropping it down. That's the only noise that fills the car. I slump into my seat, noticing my bare feet and mentally preparing myself for tomorrow when Rosalie would notice her heels were gone and kill me.
I bite my bottom lip, staring ahead as the light turns green and he turns a corner. I see his head turn to look at me from the side of my eye and I gulp. Where was he taking us?
He stops near a bridge, overlooking a long lake, it looked like it went on for miles; or it was just really dark. I look up at him and he reaches in front of me to open the glove box. There's a pack of cigarettes, along with small black box and a handful of unopened cigars. He grabs the cigarettes and puts one between his lips and slams it shut. He then turns the engine off, getting out of the car and I watch him as he moves to walk around my side.
I open my side of the door, he stares at me and motions for me to come and then he turns and sits on the grass nearby the lake overlooking the lake. I wearily took a seat next to him and smoke filled the air near us as he puffed out. I sighed, looking out at the lake and the lantern lights that decorated the bridge.
It was beautiful. But why had he bought me here?
"I like to come here and think." My eyes turn to meet his but he's staring out, cigarette in hand. Crap, had I said that out loud?
I blushed; thank god it was dark out. I stretched my legs out, it was cold tonight and I shiver and run my hands up and down my arms. He inhales deeply and I turn to him, the smoke coming out of his nose as he shrugs out of his leather jacket.
"Here," he mumbles around his cigarette and hands it to me.
I don't want to take it, but I don't want to be cold either. Besides, something tells me if I say no anyways he'll put it on me. I smile, the wind blowing my hair back but before I can take it off him he drapes it around my shoulders.
I snuggle up to the jacket, burying my arms inside and he throws his cigarette. I start to think we are going to sit in silence when he turns his head to me.
"I won't let it slide y'know."
I look up, turning my head slightly to look at him. I couldn't see him well, but well enough for me to make out his facial expressions and right now he didn't look happy.
"I don't want to talk about Royce." I shake my head, picking at the grass with my fingers. I hear him shift beside me and his cold fingers are on my chin, lifting it up to look at him. He had a habit of doing that.
He runs his thumb along my lip, and I swallow. "He won't touch you again. I'll make sure of that." I look up at him, his eyes are trained on my lips and I suddenly don't feel cold anymore. I tip my shoulders back and let the jacket fall off me onto the ground. His eyes immediately drop down to my chest and it only makes me breathe faster.
His Adams apple bobs up and down, "You look. . ." his hand trails along my collar bone and I shiver. "beautiful."
"Thank you." I whisper, and he stares at me for all of five seconds and he clears his throat. His finger leaves my chin and he flops down on his back. He pats the space and I shuffle back, putting my head back to his. And we both lay like that, staring up at the sky, no words.
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