Hey all. Soooo sorry for the forever it took me to finally update. I was actually ready to be done with this fanfiction, but than read someones comment about how inspiration would come to me even if it took months. Well, months later it's come back. So the writing may be different since it's been so damn long, but I'm working on it. I hope you guys like it!

Enjoy:


Chappie 14: Hurt
Song: Save Your Heart by Mayday Parade

BPOV

The smile on Edward's face almost made it seem too hard to punch him, but this girl was not about to let a boy stop her from fighting.

I threw a punch, he quickly blocked. Even if he couldn't read my mind, his instincts were fast.

"So, you're a sponge?"

I threw a kick with full force to his stomach; he caught it at the last minute, but still wasn't expecting the force behind it and rubbed his arm with care.

"Something like that," I said, blocking a punch, "I can absorb other people's powers from a 100 feet radius, and after I keep them."

"And Zeno?"

This time I didn't try to block the blow, mentally or physically. He sent a hook to my head, I didn't care to stop it and let him wrack my brains around.

"Aw shit Bells, are you okay?"

In my stupefied state of his mention of Zeno, I didn't even realize he had knocked me to the ground. Now he knelt beside me, holding my head in his hand and rubbing the spot he had hit me at.

"Sorry," I mumbled, rubbing my palms nervously, "I guess I was just distracted."

"Oh yeah?" He looked at me comically, running a hand through his copper hair. How was it that just a few weeks ago that copper hair had me running wild and now I was completely bored with it? Was Zeno right, do I chase them and drop them when I have them?

"Yeah." I snapped, standing up suddenly and brushing invisible sedimentary from my body. I turned to leave but was obstructed by a grip around my wrist.

"Bells," he pleaded, almost desperately, "I didn't come here to spar with you; I came here to talk. But then I saw you trying to fight yourself, than killing the punching bag; I just thought you could blow off some steam by hitting me a few times. I see now it didn't work, but please, just stay here and talk to me."

"About what?" I couldn't bare his pitiful look, his copper hair, his emerald pools, any of it. It took a toll of my conscious and how much more was I expected to take?

"What happened Bella? We were so much closer before. And that kiss—"

"WHAT KISS?" I couldn't control the volume of my voice suddenly, and flinched at the hurt look on his face, "we never kissed," I whispered, staring at my hands.

"But we almost did."

"But we didn't"
"But you wanted to," I looked up and into his eyes, those eyes that seemed to see right into my soul. They were the eyes you would think knew all your secrets, knew anything and everything and never even cared. They were the eyes that you were always searching for. Maybe Edward was right, we are always searching; maybe I had just finally found what I was looking for.


EPOV

A day later and I still couldn't erase that moment from my mind. The moment Bella looked deep into my eyes and nodded.

But you wanted to. To be honest, it was just a guess, wishful thinking really. I hoped that she wanted to, but never got an honest yes, or an honest no. But this changed it all, she did want to.

"I…I did," she struggled out, biting her lip nervously, "but…" she trailed off and looked at me pleadingly.

"Jacob stopped us?" She nodded.

"And that I am glad of," she took a step towards me, "Zeno and I, we were involved," the last word seemed hard for her to say, almost painful, "we were great, the power couple. But then you came along and changed everything. I wasn't supposed to have feelings like that for anyone but him, yet my mind couldn't stop thinking about you. Jacob stopped us from making a mistake."

Even now, a day later, those words still hurt. She left after that, her head hung and her body shaking, as if she were sobbing. Who was I to think that I had a chance with Bella Swan? She was the girl of my dreams, the one I had spent these past few months dreaming about, folding and unfolding in my mind. She plagued my thoughts, an addiction I didn't want to become sober from. And she was stupid if she thought I was going to give up that easily.


BPOV

I tried to avoid him, but I couldn't. He was my roommate, my troop mate, and my friend. No matter what I did, he was there, in some way shape or form. I still had 2 weeks left of my suspension, and two weeks had never felt longer.

I craved for a war, and not only the stupid listen to the captain's orders war, a full-fledged war. This time I wouldn't be following anyone's orders, they would be following mine. Too bad I had to sit out the first and most important battle of the year.

I sighed and attempted to pour all my thoughts into a book, but failed miserably. What I needed was a trip to a psychiatrist, not a trip to la la land. Too bad there are none of them on campus, I really needed to talk to mom about that, don't they care about the mental well being of their students here?

I ran a hand through my hair, imagining Edward doing the same. Why had I denied him? I knew I didn't want to. More than anything I wanted to run into his arms, plant one right on the kisser, and tell him that it was okay, we could finally be together. Yet something was stopping me. It was as if Zeno were still here, telling me that all I would do was hurt him in the end, and I couldn't bear to do that. I never wanted to see Edward hurt, even if it meant hurting myself along the way.


There you have it. Hopefully it wasn't too bad. Give me a break though, I haven't touched a keyboard with the intentions of writing in months. Reviews are loved.

-Cole