Rose is a loner who doesn't like strangers, and she doesn't have any friends. James thinks that he loves her but she pushes him away. She's been in abusive relationships and she’s scared to get hurt again. After he convinces her that he'll never hurt her, her ex shows up again. James is going to protect her no matter what. How bad did her ex hurt her? How bad has she hurt herself? She loves him and he loves her.
I found myself staring off into space, when my mind came back into reality I realized I was staring at a guy with brownish blond short hair, and amazing green eyes, I blushed seeing how he was looking back with an eyebrow raised, I blushed and looked around the cafeteria it's lunch and everyone was busy with their friends talking and eating, I took a quick glance to see if he was still looking, he was walking over. Gosh how long was I staring? I put my face in my hands and heard the chair scrape against the floor, I looked up and he was sitting across from me my face turned red. "Hey," I turned around to see if he was talking to someone behind me. "I'm talking to you," he smiled sweetly, I immediately blushed and looked down, a smile like that would light up a room. "H-hey," I replied. "So tell me, do you like what you see?" Confused I tilted my head. "You were staring at me for a good fifteen minutes," he smirked. Dammit. "Aha, yeah I guess I do," I played with my fingers as I spoke. "What's your name?" He had such a curious face he looked cute like a child. "Rosemary." Is all I said. "Mind if I call you Rose?" I nodded in response. "Mine's James," he added, it made me smile. "I like your name," ah I'm so lame. He chuckled, "I like yours too," I giggled which brought a smirk on his face.
"So, where's your friends, or boyfriend?" I laughed a cold laugh. "Have none," he drummed his fingers on the table. "No friends, or no boyfriend?" I shook my head.
"I don't have either," he looked back to where his friends sat and thought for a moment then turned back to me. "Come and sit with us," he smiled and his eyes sparkled. Ugh why must this guy be so damn cute? "Sure," James came to my side of the table and held out his hand smirking, shaking my head I took his hand. What am I supposed to do now this is kinda awkward.. but he seems sweet..
A girl from his table gave me despising glare. Uh oh, guess I should've asked if he had a girlfriend. He let my hand go and took a seat as I did the same as soon as he sat down the girl hugged his arm and he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut, as the other girls, and guy eyed me. Yup this is awkward. I just sat there playing with my hands nervously. "Dude why is she over here?" A guy asked he had brown hair and blue eyes, I slumped a little in my chair. The girl scoffed and and replied; "I know, she obviously was alone for a reason," James took his arm back from the girl. "Stop it, both of you," he looked at me apologetically, I shrugged him off. Doesn't mean much since I'm used to it. "Um, maybe I should leave your girlfriend doesn't seem very happy with me around," I slowly got up from the table the girl beamed and tried to hug his arm again but pushed her off and grabbed my wrist. "Mackenzie, isn't my girlfriend." I took my hand from his grasp, sure fooled me," sadness kinda seeped into my words as I walked away from the table. I walked down to where my locker is and opened it and got my books out. Shutting my locker james popped out of nowhere I gasped, startled. "What the-" I got cut off. "Why did you leave like that?" I put a hand through my dark wavy hair. "I know when I'm not wanted," his eyebrows knitted together confused. "I wanted you there, I invited you over," I sighed. "Your friends didn't," he took my hand and looked at me, I raised an eyebrow. "Who cares, I wanted you there," I rolled my eyes and took my hand back, just as the bell rang, I started walking away. I don't like talking to many people. "Hey wait up!" I stopped and turned to see james walking behind me. "What I'm going to be late," he took my hand again I shook my head but let him. Whats with him and holding my hand? " what class do you have?" I smiled a bit. "English, what about you?" He smirked and held my hand tighter. "Same as you," I narrowed my eyes. Oh boy. "Since when?" His smirked turned into a grin. "Since now," he began walking pulling me along to English. Even though we walked fast we still ended up late, ms. Charlotte let me through but stopped James at the door. "You aren't in this class," she folders her arms. He smirked as he answered. "Oh no? I believe I am check the list again," she raised an annoyed eyebrow as she checked, her face turned to a shocked expression. "How did you-" she got cut off. "Changed classes this morning miss,"