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Lizzy POV

I held the note close to my heart and sunk deeper into my desk. I sighed.

"Um, Lizzy?" The teacher asked pulling me out of my reverie.

"Yeah?"

"Won't you be late for class?" The warning bell rang; I only had two minutes left!

"Crap!" I muttered as I ran out of the door.

I made it to gym just in time; the second I stepped through the locker room door the nasally bell rang.

When we got outside after our Warm-Ups the boys were playing soccer.

The coach blew her whistle and yelled in our ears. "ALRIGHT GIRLS YOU HAVE TO WALK AROUND THE SOCCOR FIELD TWENTY FOUR TIMES OR ELSE YOU'LL FAIL." A girl spoke up.

"But Coach Todd the field is so huge and we only have half an hour left of class-"

"DO YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO SPEAK? DO YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO SPEAK?! DROP!" The girl fell to the ground and started doing push-ups. Coach put her foot on her back.

"FASTER! I HAVE A GRANDMA WITH A WOODEN LEG AND A COLONOSCOPY BAG THAT CAN GO FASTER THAN THAT!" We all groaned and started walked around the field. Hannah walked next to me.

"So I heard the guys that attacked us got three years in prison." Hannah said trying to break the silence.

"Oh that's' good." I answered. Silence. She got an excited look in her eyes suddenly, she poked my shoulder repeatedly.

"Lizzy! Lizzy!"

"What?"

"There's Dean playing soccer!" I whipped my head around and searched the field. I spotted him, he was dribbling the ball and was far ahead than anyone else.

I sunk down and sat in the grass; I rested my cheek in my hand and sighed longingly. Hannah sat down next to me.

"You got bad don't you?"

"Yes, I really do." I sighed again. "When did I become a fawning admirer? I always thought I was so independent." She rested her hand on my shoulder.

"It's called your first crush honey. Don't worry we all get one."

"When did you get your first crush?"

"In preschool."

"So young?"

"Yeah, his name was Blake and he gave me his lion animal cracker. I can still remember it had its' ear broken off and its' leg was a little deformed…"

"Wow someone is a little obsessive." I teased.

"Oh? And you aren't?" I gave up, she just sat and waited while I fawned over Dean like a pathetic little school girl.

He had such agility, the way he would dodge in, out, and between players. He was unstoppable, he was so strong too, he kicked a goal from half way across the field, and not to mention fast. Dang I bet I'm not the only girl staring at him.

In the middle of the game, he was generous enough to let someone else take the spotlight and he hung back while they played. Aw, he was nice too.

I sighed and –as if he had heard me- he turned around to face me. His deep brown eyes bored into my own, I twirled a strand of my hair again and bit my lower lip. And I decided I'd bat my lashes a bit. His chest started heaving up and down more; I brushed it aside concluding that he was still cooling down from running so much.

I giggled. Wait did I just- oh when did I start succumbing to these emotions?!

The ball suddenly whizzed past him but he made move to go after it; was it because of me? Someone called to him.

"Dean, dude go after it! Do you want us to lose?" He turned away unwillingly and jogged after it.

I giggled again and turned to Hannah.

"Oh girl he's got a thing for you."

"No Hannah, he's just humoring me. I bet he has a super model girlfriend in Milan right now." I looked after him.

"Ok Lizzy, he's hot but not that hot."

"To me he is."

"Wow I don't think this is your first crush."

"What do you mean? You said it was."

"I think it's' more than that. I think it's' your first love." I snorted.

"Oh please Hannah! We're thirteen!"

"I heard Dean is fourteen."

"Yes because that makes a huge difference!"

"Romeo and Juliet were that age."

"Yes but I'm no Juliet."

"Sweetie you don't see yourself very clearly do you?"

"I see myself fine."

"No you don't! I can almost guarantee that Dean feels the same way about you, and I can name about," she counted on her fingers. "Seven guys that would jump at the chance to date you."

"Or jump at the chance to ask me out, then me say yes, then they scream "YOU FELL FOR IT!"."

She gave up with a sigh of frustration. Coach Todd blew the whistle and Hannah and I stood up to go in.

When I passed by Coach Todd she grabbed my arm.

"Why were you doing nothing? You do realize you've failed for today right?" She snarled. I cringed back, why didn't she grab Hannah too?

Hannah came up behind me.

"Coach I was sitting there with her."

"Stay out of this Bounds, and go get dressed or you'll earn yourself an office referral."

Hannah mouth the word "sorry" to me before disappearing into the locker room.

"Now," her grip on my arm tightened. "What makes you think you can just ignore the rules? Maybe I'll just fail you for the week!"

"But I've done everything I was told for every other day!"

"Well maybe you should have done it today!" Her grip tightened so much that it hurt like hell; it reminded me of Jacob's grip.

A wave of horrifying memories hit me like a wrecking ball.

So much pain, so painful. Her grip kept tightening, fueling my flashbacks. I had thousands of flashbacks to the times where he would ruthlessly hurt me, the pain was so clear and my brain recalled it with so much clarity that it scared me.

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.

"No Dad stop! Please!" I shrieked. Coach let go of my arm and I collapse on the floor with tears, broken sobs ripped through my chest.

"What are you-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" A husky voice boomed at coach. Dean.

"I-I didn't do anything-"

"SHE'S ON THE FLOOR IN TEARS AND YOU SAY YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?!"

"Dean, do I have to give you detention…." Fear colored her voice as he toward over her.

"Fine, I dare you!" He growled. She took a step back.

"I-I-"

"I will ask you again." He grabbed her arm. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"

She took a step back. I say Dean's body start to shiver; it was like spasms were rocking through him.

I don't know what, but something told me to do something before it escalated.

I stood up and walked over to them and rested my hand on his shoulder. The tears never completely stopped flowing but I figured his comfort was more important than my own at this point. His head turned and he stared into my eyes.

His eyes were filled with uncontrollable rage; but when he started to look at me his eyes softened but the anger never left.

"It's ok." I whispered, but somehow it didn't help. Because even to myself I sounded broken and vulnerable.

He released coach and stepped back.

"Take care of yourself." He said without looking at me; he strode down the hallway.

I stood there in silence staring after him as coach crawled into her office shaking. I walked into the locker room in a daze. What had just happened?

Did Dean get mad because I was hurt? No, I shouldn't let myself dream of such things.

I changed and Hannah came over.

"What happened? Where you crying?" She wiped away a tear on my cheek.

"Yeah coach just said some things."

"Like what?"

"I would fail."

"Oh, well that would make me cry too." She would never understand. As good of a friend she was, she wouldn't be able to comprehend what I was going through. She saw the world as a simple place. One plus one equaled two. But that's not always the case.

(AN- I wanna stop here but I won't :P)

As I walked out of locker room, I had more than enough to think about.

Does Dean really care about me? And why did he get calm under my touch? Does he like me?

When I did the combination to my locker, a piece of folded paper fell out.

You won't have to worry about getting hurt by coach –or anyone for that matter- with me around.
I don't have a girlfriend; who says you're not Juliet?

I bit my lower lip and held the note close to my heart; I knew it wasn't just a crush anymore.

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