Chapter 9

The kiss didn't last long, once he tried to see how far I was willing to go this time, and got disappointed, he ended it abruptly, but didn't leave.

"What's the fucking issue? Don't you like me enough?" He asked in a serious tone, willing to talk things out with me.
I was glad for this, at least he didn't leave me alone and refuse to see me. Anything was better than being left alone wondering what you did wrong.

I gathered my things from the floor, and placed them into my bag, thinking of the best response to give him.
"I'm thinking of us doing it...on the night of the spring dance. If that's...okay with you." I told him, trying my hardest not to stutter.

"Peyton, that's three whole months away! Do you honestly think it's fair I have to wait that long?" His angry eyes made me feel insecure, but I loved him too much to tell him that.

"But...I don't want to rush it, if you love me, then try understand me..."
"No. If you love me, then try understanding things from my point of view. Not everyone still thinks the world is a fairytale, wake up to reality, you're not going to find some prince charming whose going to take you on some carriage. Count yourself lucky that I'm the one dating you. Other guys aren't this patient."

If anyone else had said this to me, I might have walked out on them or maybe even slapped them for disrespecting me this way.
But this was my boyfriend, and I could see, just how stressed up he was about the entire issue.

"So, what do you want from me?" I asked, trying not to get mad at him or worse, break down in tears.
He walked over to where I sat on the floor organising my things, and pulled me up by the wrist, caging my wrist against the wall.

"You know what I want Peyton, you're the smartest person in school, so don't act coy with me." While he spoke, his free hand snaked under my skirt, gently massaging both my thighs.

"But...it's too sudden..." I tried to explain to him, closing my legs as best as I could, squinting my eyes so I wouldn't look into his piercing gaze.
His hand effortlessly parted my legs, causing me to let out a groan, vividly frightened by what would happen next.

"I'm not forcing you into doing this, think of it as a little push into reality. If your boyfriend doesn't help cure you from thinking like a child, someone else will." He told me, planting kisses down my neck.

I wriggled against his grip on my hands, moving my hips against his hands, which were basically on the verge of peeling away my underwear!

"Ace...I don't know about this... let's just stop for a while and talk it out. Please." The please was muttered with all my emotion, I was on the verge of almost collapsing out of shock.

The shock had only just begun, as his hands shifted my underwear to the side, about to take advantage of me.

"I want to touch what's mine, if you don't want it, then let's break up right here, right now." He told me, stoping everything he was doing.
"If we don't do this today, then let's just go our separate ways and forget we even dated." He selfishly said, looking me straight in the eye.

I was completely paralysed in shock at his statement, never had I thought Ace was thinking of breaking up with me.
"I don't want to lose you but..." Before I could finish what I was saying, he stuck his middle finger into my cave, causing me to let out a deafening cry in pain.

"This is so good, I want to..." Before he could anymore, someone pulled back his shoulder and landed a heavy blow to his left eye, sending him crashing down to the ground.

I immediately closed my legs and dragged my skirt down, trying to regain my breathing.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I heard a familiar voice shout in a demanding tone, sending literal chills down my spine, as my feet refused to move, stricken with fear.

"Who the hell..." Ace was cut off, by Carlisle, who grabbed him by the collar and raised him up, bringing his frightened gaze to meet his angry brown eyes.

I wanted to scream and call for help, but something about the situation seemed so right. Seeing Carlisle step in and save me yet again, even from my own boyfriend made me feel safe.

"Stop it. Please." I begged in a soft whisper, noticing how pale Ace had started to look, due to how tightly Carlisle held him up. If he kept on going, he might really hurt Ace badly.

But, my plea didn't reach him, the hunger in his eyes spread across his body, as he slammed Ace's back against a wall, pinned him by his collar.

Ace tried to speak, but found it difficult as Carlisle's grip on his collar tightened, causing him unmeasurable pain.

Confused about what to do, I decided to step into the situation, placing my hands on Carlisle's pale knuckles, rubbing my thumb against them.

"I'm begging you to stop this now, please." I pleaded with him, feeling how uneasy his breathing had become. He calmed down a bit, but still hadn't let go of my boyfriend.
"Carlisle." I called out his name, staring directly at him, holding his knuckles tight with all my might, reminding him of my presence.

He slowly averted his gaze from Ace's pale face, and brought it down to my petrified face. I gave him a reassuring look, letting him know that I was fine now.

Reluctantly, he retracted his fingers, allowing Ace fall hard to the floor, desperately panting for air, using both hands to cage his neck defensively.

"Are you..." Right as I wanted to check up on Ace, Carlisle took me by the wrist and dragged me out of the class, leaving my things inside like they didn't matter.

"Just where do you think you're taking me!" I snapped at him, fighting against his grip on my wrist. He was being surprisingly gentle with me, unlike with Ace.

He did not stop for a second to look at me, thankfully a lot of people had gone home already, so it was just us rushing down the hallway.

"I want to go back and stay with him!" I challenged, wondering if Ace was doing fine or not.
"Don't ever lie like that again, guys like him only live to hurt others. He doesn't deserve you." Carlisle told me, tightening his grip around my wrist a bit.

"Oh really? And what would someone like you know about him?" I retorted, not willing to let anyone badmouth my boyfriend right in front of me. Even when a part of me agreed a hundred percent with what Carlisle said.

We reached the parking lot, they were a lot more people aside, majorly athletes who had finished up practice and were heading out.

"Get in." He told me, opening the front door to an old black van, using his eyes to gesture me to sit.
"No. I am not going anywhere with someone like you." I sharply told him, standing my ground. "It's best you let go of me, or so help me I'll scream and have you arrested for kidnapping." My threat was half baked but he bought it.

He let go of my hand, but didn't close the door, "still, get in." He insisted, rolling the windows down.
"How many times does someone need to say something before you get it? No means no, I can't get into a car with you, not after you punched my boyfriend in the eye and almost choked him to death." I argued, raising my voice a bit.

Maybe the rumours about him weren't all smoke and mirrors, someone as violent as him definitely couldn't be trustworthy.

"All I did to him, was only the tip of the iceberg of what I'd do to any guy whose so weak they have to force their way on a woman." He said, meaning every last word that fell from that pretty mouth of his.

"We're a couple so it doesn't matter if he..." My sentence got cut off by Carlisle, slamming his curled up fist against the van.

"Except it does matter when the girl involved happens to be you!" He announced, drawing attention towards the two of us.

I froze where I stood, unsure of how to react at that moment in time. His anger wasn't dying down and neither was my curiosity about him.

My gaze met with his erratic brown eyes staring down at me, the more I stared into them, the more it felt like I was gazing into the soul of a tortured creature, begging to be let out.

"Just...stay away from me." I told him, using his shock to run away from him, back into the school building, as far away from him as possible.