Disclaimer; Unfortunately I'm not Stephanie Meyer so I don't own Twilight, everything belongs to her, apart from the story line.

Thanks toMyMan'sColdDeadAndBronzehaired for being the co-author for this story(:

Summary: Edward and Bella are secretly dating, but they're from different cliques. He's popular and she's not. Edward bullies Bella in school but acts like a lover after school."You're ashamed of me, ashamed of us." What happens when Bella gets tired of this?

Hey, this chapter's only short because it's the prologue.

The Way I Loved You

Song;

Baby it's you by Jojo Ft Bow Wow

Prologue

"What am I to you, a friend, a lover? The girl you pick on in public and the girl you love in private?" I questioned. I clenched my fists tightly, and bit my tongue to keep the tears at bay.

"No, No! Of course not!" He yelled as he ran his hands roughly through his hair.

"Well, then tell me!" The flood gates opened and fat tears rolled down my face as I screamed out in frustration "Tell me!"

"I don't know! I don't fucking know! Okay?" He ran his hands over his face roughly and tugged on a fist full of his hair. "Fuck!" He yelled.

"You don't know?" I laughed.

"You don't know! You're the one who caused this fucked up situation, so don't you dare stand there and tell me that you. Don't. Know!"

Rain pelted down, soaking us both. His hair stuck to his face and his eyes penetrated mine, peering deep in to my soul.

"You're ashamed of me, ashamed of us." I whispered

"That's it isn't it? You don't want anybody to know about us, you don't want to be seen with me." My voice started to get louder with each word I spoke, anger boiled up inside of me.

"Is it because I'm not blond! I don't have big boobs and a fake tan! Is it because I'm not like her?" I spat.

His eyes that were once focused on the floor shot up to lock with mine, he looked at me like a predator looks at their prey.

"What?" he sneered, he stalked towards me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he backed me up against the wall and put his hands on either side of my head, he bent down and looked me straight in the eyes, jade green connecting with chocolate brown. He ran his nose across my neck; he skimmed it up over my jaw and up placed his lips at my ear, "Yes you're right. You're not her, you're not plastic, you're not fake, and you're not a bitch." He whispered, he cradled my face in his hand and ran his thumb over my cheek bone.

"You're beautiful, your innocent, your pure, all I want is you. It doesn't matter if you're clumsy, if you're shy, if you're different, because if I'm with you I'll be all right, it's your love that my heart beats for." He picked up my hand and placed it over his hammering heart.

"See what you do to me, every time I see you, every time you smile at me, every time you laugh, any time you do anything, because even though you're not perfect, you're perfect for me." He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head up, his eyes connected with mine again and I could see the love swimming in his eyes, clouding over his vision. He tilted his head down and connected his lips with mine; we both poured all of our love into that kiss.

When we pulled away from that kiss, I looked into his eyes and whispered "Prove it."

His eyes widened in shock, he stepped back ran a hand through his wild hair and stared open-mouthed at me.