I changed the title of this story because my other title was just not working for me.

There it is! Sorry it took so long to update, I hope you are all still reading and enjoying. I'll try and be quicker with my next update!

Hello again! Sorry for the complete lack of updates lately, school is just getting in the way but I promise I have not forgotten about this story! I'm not usually on fanfiction and logged in so I can't always respond to your reviews, but I appreciate every single one of them, thank you :]

I have decided, for now at least, to up the story rating to an M. Because of the content in the previous chapter, it just seems more fitting. Warning: Lots of cursing.

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BPOV

There are these old medieval myths. Or, at least I think they're myths. What happens is a handsome knight meets this beautiful princess and they fall in love. One day, the princess is in grave danger and out of absolutely nowhere, the prince shows up on his galloping stallion and whisks her away to their happily ever after.

I would be the last person anyone would expect to believe in this. And I don't believe in this happy ending at all. It's just sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I'm awake and rereading Wuthering Heights by the light of my flashlight I think about these things. And wonder. And wish. And hope that one day someone falls madly and deeply in love with me.

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"Jake!" I yelled, grasping at his sleeve, severely irritated. "Give it back. Please?"

"A – freaking – plus, Bells, again!" he laughed his big, hearty Jacob laugh and I couldn't help but give a chuckle.

Jacob has been my best friend since before I can remember. We've laughed together, we've cried together and we've done everything best friends do. We even passed our awkward puberty stage together, and even then, we were close. He's the type of teddy bear whose laugh is so infectious, you can't help but be happy.

"You have to admit," he said, still waving my last English essay up in the air, "this is kind of supernatural. You have like this ability."

I rolled my eyes and he brought the paper down to my level, holding it out to me.

"I'll take that, thank you," I muttered, tearing the paper from his hand and stuffing it into my folder.

He laughed again and patted me on the back, causing me to bite my lip in pain. He didn't know about what I endured at school, he had no idea. I liked to separate my school and home lives because I couldn't even imagine having to deal with what I went through at school in my own home.

Thankfully, he seemed oblivious to my agony and quickly turned to get the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the couch, barely registering the conversation Jacob was having in the kitchen.

"Bells, I gotta go now," he said, walking over to me. "My dad just called. I'll be over again after school tomorrow, you better save some leftover spaghetti for me, sweetheart." A grin engulfed his youthful face and he brushed a few strands of glossy black hair out of his face.

He held out his arms for me and I got up and relaxed against his toned chest, breathing in my Jacob. He was my rock, the only stable thing in my messed up life, my best friend.

And nothing Edward Cullen could do was ever going to change that.

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EPOV

"God, Jessica, get the fuck off me," I said, pushing her almost completely off my bed.

I mean don't get me wrong, I fucking love the sex, but the bitch just doesn't know when to stop. I don't want to fucking cuddle with her. She sniffled and I sighed loudly, getting up and putting my boxers back on.

"I have things to do," I spat, throwing her clothes at her. "Get out of my house, please."

She clumsily caught the clothes I threw at her and shakily put them on. So fucking fragile. Every single one of them. They're great for sex and then as soon as you tell them to go, they cry.

"God, just stop crying, come on," I said, looking away and scratching the back of my neck. I knew I was being an ass, but I just couldn't deal with her anymore.

"You're such a dick, Edward Cullen," she muttered as she pushed past me, opening my bedroom door and exiting quietly.

I laughed inwardly. Jessica may be the school's biggest slut, but she knew what she was talking about. I couldn't deny her words as they were true.

Just as I started to redress, there was a loud, booming voice at my door. "Brother, put some clothes on, no one wants to see that shit!"

"Shut up, Emmet," I groaned, buttoning my jeans and throwing on a clean white t-shirt. "I can't help it if you aren't getting any."

'Whoa there, Edster, who said Rose wasn't putting out?" He winked and plopped down on my desk chair, propping his feet up.

"Fuck you," I said, chuckling as I threw a pillow at him. He dodged it and got off my chair, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving," he said, smirking and getting up to leave my room. "Mom asked you to go to the store for her, she's out of a few things."

"Why can't you go?" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

"She didn't ask me. Just get it over with."

"Fine," I mumbled, grabbing the car keys to the only thing important in my life, my Volvo.

As soon as I got in my car, I sped out of the driveway, my only goal being to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible. I pulled into the parking lot at Forks Grocery and sprinted inside.

Forks Grocery was a tiny, dimly lit, pathetic excuse of a grocery store, yet it was the only one in this god-forsaken town. I picked up a straw basket from the floor and smoothed out the shopping list my mom had given me.

"Bow tie noodles, bow tie noodles," I muttered, scanning the isles until coming across the pasta isle. I walked into the isle and froze.

Isabella Swan was standing less than twenty feet away from me, chatting away with an employee.

"So, if I wanted to make a pasta with meat sauce, would you recommend this red sauce and the ground meat?" she asked, holding up a jar. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she had on a casual pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

He nodded she started to ask another question as she quickly scanned the back of the noodle box.

Once I regained my composure, I walked over, stopping in front of the both of them. When she saw me she immediately shut her mouth and looked downward, grasping the box so tightly her fingers were turning white.

"Thank you for your time," she mumbled to the store clerk and shuffled away in the opposite direction of me. I gave a small smile to the man who helped her and jogged to catch up with her.

As soon as I was within a foot of her, I shot my hand out and caught her wrist. She gave a small whimper of pain and whipped around to face me.

"What do you want, Cullen," she said lowly, her voice icy. "Did you come here just to be an ass to me?"

I stared intently at her. Her eyes were red-rimmed and although she had tried to cover it up, there was a faint outline of a handprint on her face. She blinked, glaring at me with utter loathing and tried to free her hand. When it was clear I wasn't going to let go, she sighed and looked to her feet again, causing some of her chesnut hair to fall into her face.

"Please," she whispered so quietly I almost couldn't hear her. I wasn't even sure if she wanted me to hear her or if she was just muttering to herself. She looked so weak in that moment, so fucking fragile and I let go of her hand like it burned. She turned around and sped quickly to the check-out line, leaving me standing in the pasta isle, alone.

Guilt wasn't something I was used to, nor something I enjoyed feeling. She was just a girl, just another girl and I'd be damned if I let myself feel guilt over her. She was worthless, nothing, nothing special to me.

But one thing I couldn't stand was how fragile girls were. I hated seeing them like that so my frustration turned to anger. I couldn't help but be mad at her even though her fragility wasn't her fault. After what happened to my mom, I just couldn't handle Isabella and her fucking issues.

Yet when I walked out of the market that day, the guilt was still there.

And I fucking hated it.

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Sorry it's kind of a short chapter, but do we see Edward feeling a bit guilty for her? Hmm…:] Sorry for some grammar and spelling errors. I'll try and update soon, I have developed a few more ideas for this story so hopefully it'll go faster!