Edward Cullen: “You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”
You pull your shirt down just a bit farther, regretting the few moments that you felt sexy and confident in the morning. You had chosen a slightly shorter top, and at some points, it’ll show your stomach. You are a bit chubby, but you have Paul, who has imprinted on you.
“Ew, pull down your shirt you fat, ugly pig!” a guy laughs, hitting his friend to get his attention. He then laughs along with him, pointing at you. Tears spring to your eyes, the feeling of being unwanted and hated immediately spreading throughout your bodies. It is then that you hear Paul.
“Move! Get out of the way,” he growls angrily, his anger clearly rising every moment.
“Oh, no,” you whisper, not only fearing for Paul accidentally letting the secret out for you, but for Cody, the guy who’s bullying you. You may hate him and wish his death because he’s always made you feel like shit, but you don’t want it to actually happen, especially by the hands of Paul.
“Oh, shit, dude, it’s Paul Lahote!” his friend gasps, shaking his head in fear and running away, leaving Cody standing there, scared shit-less.
“What did you say about my beautiful girlfriend?” Paul screams, the pack running up from behind and cringing at the situation. Paul shoves Cody, gritting his teeth.
“H-How did you even hear it when you were all the way over there?” Cody stutters, gulping.
“Doesn’t matter how, I want to know why. Why would you say that to her when she’s already insecure? I tell her how beautiful she is everyday, and I mean it. But when assholes like you decide to try and be cool and act mean, it makes it harder for me to make sure my girlfriend isn’t crying in the bathroom because some idiot decided to make fun of her weight,” Paul growls, clenching his fists. He balls up the front of his shirt, bringing him face to face with Cody. You can see his chest rise and fall dramatically, signalling that he’s close to phasing.
“Paul,” you squeak, looking at him intently. It doesn’t even take a second for him to snap his head over to you in concern, “it’s okay. Calm down,” you remind him, not actually talking about the situation, but what may come from the situation. Paul nods ever so slightly, turning back to Cody, making sure to look him in the eyes and intimidate him.
“If you ever make fun of her again, I will personally rip your tongue out, blend it to a bloody pulp, then force you to drink it. You hear me?” Paul growls. Cody nods, terrified for his life, “now leave my sight, you disgusting, terrible excuse for a human being,” Paul shoves him away, turning to you after Cody scrambles away.
“Thanks, Paul,” you whisper, looking down at the floor. He lifts your head up, causing you to look into his eyes.
“Of course, beautiful,” Paul smiles sweetly, “but I wasn’t kidding. You are beautiful, and while others can’t see it, I list the millions of reasons why I love you every day in my head. Including your weight. Besides, you still only eat half as much as us,” Paul winks playfully. You let out a tearful laugh, wrapping him into a soft hug.