A/N
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For the first time since Edward Cullen arrived in Forks, I witness the challenge of a Friday fight and how it all unfolds.
My last class was dismissed a couple of minutes early, and I'm at my locker when I hear the call.
"Cullen! Yo, Cullen! I'm game if you are?"
I want to roll my eyes at how childish the whole display is, but instantly, I remember Edward's bruises and the way he shifted his body tentatively in biology.
He passes me as I'm closing my locker and instinctively I reach out to grab his arm. I look up at him, pleading with him, begging him not to engage the asshole up ahead.
He quickly shrugs out of my grasp, eyes void of anything but anger.
"Don't. Please don't."
"I'm fine," he assures me, but I'm shaking my head, arguing silently. He's not fine. He's already in pain.
Why does he do this to himself?
"Think about this, please," I beg, setting my own pride aside for a moment. "Walk away."
"I can't."
"You can!" The hallway around us is filling with students, the anticipation heightening. My eyes scan the crowds quickly; people looking between each other, waiting; observing Edward and I eagerly. They're praying for a fist-fight, or a verbal brawl -they're not picky.
I want to scream at them all, tell them to fuck off and leave him alone.
"You don't get it." His teeth are clenched menacingly as he leans towards me, his eyes blazing. "I can't walk away. I can't ignore it. I need it."
With one final pleading glare in my direction, he storms off. It's all the confirmation the growing crowd needs and they follow excitedly. I watch on, my heart thudding, my breathing staggered, mind reeling.
He's in no fit state to fight.
Rose catches my eye as she approaches, looking worried. She opens her mouth to speak, but I don't hear what she has to say. Instead, I turn and, as fast as I can, run in Edward's direction.
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A/N
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