Chapter 25

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I haven't really realized yet what I did yesterday. I run to the soccer field filled with boys and teachers to Corbyn, climbed on him and kiss him right in front of them all. We kissed each other so passionately that it took me twenty minutes to manage to walk back to the Dance Club and start breathing again properly.

He seemed glad though at my spontaneous action and to be honest if I had to do it again...I would. It felt amazing and freeing at the same time and from what it seemed, he enjoyed it as much as I did.

"Hey," I hear Corbyn's voice and it's like an earthquake takes place inside of me just at the sound of his voice.

"Hi," I say turning around to him. I was letting my books to my locker when he came.

I open my mouth to ask how his day is so far but I stop. Am I supposed to ask that? Am I allowed to? It counts as a personal question, doesn't it?

"What is it?" he asks and I bite my lip.

"Can I ask how your day went or..." I leave the question unfinished and he cocks his head to one side smirking.

"I thought you were the spontaneous kind of girl,"

I grin finds its way to my lips as I talk. "I am, I just-"

The words don't come out as panic posses my whole body in a split of a second. The air leaves my lugs and my brain stops working.

The students part into two grounds as they let a tall boy come between them. I gasp as I notice his appearance. His right hand is put in a cast. His face has plenty of green and mauve bruises as they have started to fade away. He has a big mauve bruise around his left eye and only then do I notice that he doesn't walk but keeps stumbling as he makes his way further into the corridor.

Edward

When my brain starts operating, I turn to Corbyn in shock. His eyes are stuck to Edward as well but his expression is totally different from mine. A wicked smile covers his face and he looks pleased with himself to see him like that.

I recall the night after the incident asking Corbyn how hard he hit Edward and he said he must have broken a lot of bones and things would be bad but this is just...unbelievable.

Edward's eyes travel through the hallway and halt their movement when they find me and Corbyn. I gulp painfully trying not to collapse on the floor; repeating to myself that my angel is right next to me.

Just when I say the words, Corbyn leaves my side, and all my attempts at calming go to waste. I want to go after him but it's like my feet are stuck to the ground. I want to leave but my body disobeys me.

He moves through the crowd that separates for him, allowing him to walk and stand right in front of Edward. Edward's face pales as Corbyn gets closer but I see as his right fist balls and his eyes are blank with clear hate and rage. Corbyn, on the other side, is still smirking and but his smile sends cold down my spine.

I see as Corbyn's lips start moving and get that he must be talking. Unfortunately, I can't hear a thing from where I'm standing no matter how hard I try. I'm too far from them to able to hear. The room is covered in utter silence as all the students are watching them closely trying to listen to what Corbyn says.

Suddenly, he takes a step closer so he is face to face with Edward and the smirk falls. He moves and whispers something to Edward's ear and after glancing at him from the side, he walks past him causing him to lost his balance and stumble. Edward turns and follows Corbyn's figure as all the rest of us as he walks away.

His fist is still clenched, his body tensed, and his mouth a hard line as he stands there at the center of the corridor. His eyes quit staring at Corbyn and come back and find me. My heart is pounding fast and the only sound I hear is my quick breath and heartbeat. I shudder as memories of the same look revisit me. I feel his dirty hands on me as he touched me and rent my dress to shreds, his lips when he kissed my neck, and the way his body felt pressed against mine. My eyes prick due to the tears as fear gets the best of me.

The ring bells bringing me back to reality and I realize that not only is Edward staring at me but as well as every other person in here. My feet start walking and running away from them. I push the double wooden doors and rush out of the school. The autumn air of California fills my burning lugs as I rest my back at the wall; my hands on my knees focusing on slowing down my rapid breath.

I knew he would come back eventually but I didn't think t it would be so soon. Every time this thought occurred to me, I kept pushing it away, and now that he's back; I have no idea what to do.

The next hours are total torture since thoughts are messing up with my mind yet what I keep going back to is the expression on Edward's face when Corbyn was talking to him. What did he say that made him react that way?

"Excuse me?" I ask and Ms. Pattison turns to me.

"Yes, Amelia,"

"May I go to the bathroom please?" Once I close the door, I begin running towards the soccer field.

I go out and the strong sun makes me blink until I manage to adjust my sight. I can't see him from here so I move up to the bleachers and gaze down searching for glowing blonde hair. I glance around and stop when I see at least twenty boys doing push-ups, shirtless.

I immediately look down and clear my throat. I turn to leave but I fall into someone in the process.

"I'm so-" I say but stop when I find electric blue eyes find and lock with mine.

"Nice to see that you're shy," he whispers leaning down.

I frown and he titles his head at something past me. I turn and see he's pointing towards the boys.

"Oh...no it-it's n-not," I start to say shuttering. Why am I shuttering?

"If you wanted me to take my shirt off, you could have just asked," he murmurs and I feel his breath fan my cheeks that are probably red. My eyes widen when he lowers his hands and I touch his hands to halt him.

"NO! No...I mean as much appealing as that might sound, I prefer you with your shirt on. I need to talk to you," I mutter in one quick breath. He doesn't say anything to try to stop me so I continue.

"What did you tell Edward?" I ask even though I'm not quite sure I want to know what Corbyn said or threaten him with to look so fearful.

"Why do you ask?" he exclaims avoiding my question.

"Because he looked so terrified when you were there and after you left me, he was looking at me with that look of anger and-"

"I didn't leave you," he interrupts me and I look up at him again.

"What?"

"You said I left you, I didn't." he states.

"Well, Edward was there and after you talked to him, you vanished,"

"First of all, no one is supposed to know about us and second, do you really think if Edward knew about us he wouldn't look at you that way or whatever he did?"

"He's scared of you Corbyn! Do you think that fear is what he feels about me?"

"No, but that doesn't change-" he tries to speak but I don't let him do so.

"What did you tell him?" I ask him again interrupting him. I want to know what he said or if he threatens with something.

"I just pointed out how good he looks," he tells me and the usual playful and cocky smirk has returned. How can he turn a conversation about Edward into a smiley one?

"Corbyn,"

"Amelia,"

"Tell me! I need to know." I mutter staring at his eyes, waiting helplessly so the answer.

"You don't. I just made sure he won't come near you ever again,"

"How?" I ask again trying to get the answer I want through a different question but he's too smart to fall for that. He cocks his head one side looking down at me.

"You're wasting your time, I'm not going to say a word. It dies with me," he exclaims and I narrow my eyes at him. I begin to talk fighting back but he speaks again.

"What are you doing here by the way? Don't you have a lesson?"

"I'm in the bathroom," I say and he laughs.

"I need to go back," he announces turning away.

"Just so you know, that's not fair," I don't know what exactly I said that made him turn to me and stop in his tracks.

"I saved you, Amelia" he says and for some reason, I feel my heart clench. "And I'll do it again if I have to. That's all you need to know,"

And with that, he runs down the bleachers and went towards the coach that was talking in the big group of boys with football cloths.

I admire how gracefully he moves and runs in the field, how beautifully the sun caresses his blonde hair making it glitter; like an angel. My angel.

"I'll go to the garage to get something, ok?" Jacob tells me as he leaves the house. I'm studying on the couch of the living room when I hear the doorbell. No one else is home and Jacob left a couple of minutes ago so, I walk to the door.

Opening the door, I see electric eyes staring back at mine and I freeze. Despite the fact that I'm still a little mad at him, I feel shy out of a sudden; I have no idea why. I open the door further to let him come in and decide to speak to stop this awkward silence.

"Jacob isn't here, he...um...he went to the garage to fetch something." I mumble looking on the floor and I wall to the couch I was previously seating on. He follows me and sits right next to me so we're somehow touching. His present affects my whole body; my breath becomes quicker and I feel his fire boom inside of me.

I open my mouth to ask him about his day but I stop. Am I allowed to ask him that according to his rules? I wanted to ask him that this morning but we never got to finish the conversation.

I bite my bottom lip thinking until he touches me. He slides his arms around my body and lifts me so I sit on him as he captures my lips in his.

And just like that, I calm down and the weird feeling of shyness fades away. I place my hands in his head to pull him closer before I tug his hair lightly, earning a soft moan from him.

"I'm still mad at you," I whisper against his lips as he brushes his lips in mine.

"I know,"

"Do you remember when I asked you this morning if I can ask you how your day went?" I see as the corners of his mouth tug up and form a small smile.

"Yeah and I said that I thought you were the spontaneous type of girl,"

"I'm but..." I murmur looking at his eyes. He giggles at my loss of words again.

"Yes," he says and I feel my body relax.

"When I said no personal questions I meant that I don't want you to ask me about my parents, my family, or why I act the way I do" he clarifies but I get a bad vibe when he says 'act the way I do'. Does he mean the fights he gets into? The girls? The wounds that I can't sometimes explain, like that night?

"So how was it?"

"Boring...but it got better," he whispers the last part and kisses me. I giggle at his words and move a bit so my legs are on the sides of him. He places his hands on my back and pulls me closer.

Our little moment doesn't last long. I hear keys and in a split of a second, I get up and stand feet away from Corbyn. Jacob comes and looks at Corbyn.

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