The newcomer (Ben Bruce FanFiction)

Bad thing things always recover...

Ellie's POV

 

I turned to see the new girl, Emma. She had her mouth in the shape of an O, and I guess I did aswell. "Babe? You're together?!" I shouted at Ben. 

"Ellie, I'm not-" I had slammed the door leading outside before he could complete his sentence. I already knew what he was going to say, he was going to say that he wasn't with Emma. He's just like everyone else. Why couldn't I just realise that?

Turns out, Ben ran after me, so I legged it out of the school gates, tears running down my face. "Ellie, wait! It's not what you think! I wouldn't date a stupid fucking whore like that!" He called after me. I decided to respond.

"Oh yeah? What was it then? How am I even meant to trust you? I've known you for a whole of two fucking hours. Just piss off, Ben."

"No, Ellie. I mean it, I really wouldn't date her. Especially seen as I actually like.." He trailed off, realising it almost slipped out that he liked someone.

"What? Who do you like then? Fucking blonde-headed sluts that are too stuck up there own arses to even understand the word 'asking', I bet." (A/N. I have nothing against blondes, seen as I'm naturally blondexD)

"No, Ellie, not at all. Well, normally probably, but not this time. No one. I like no one."  He stated, obviously lying.

"Ben, just tell me who you like, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone. I've got no friends remember? And if she's not that bad, I could maybe drop a word in for you." I said, trying to avoid the fact that I wanted it to be me that he liked. 

"Ellie, I don't like anyone. Not Emma, nobody. I'm not in a relationship with anyone."

"If she didn't like anyone why would you kiss me?!" I shouted, I knew I couldn't trust him.

"I..I...I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. Ellie, I like you, a lot. I know I haven't known you for long but you're different from every other girl. And as you said, I could be sucking some blonde bimbo's face off right now, but I'm not, I'm here, talking to you." He said, slowly, trying to figure out if he was saying the right thing.

"I.. I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, I should never have come to this fucking school. I'm sorry I'm not ever going to be good enough for you. Sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. And I'm fucking sorry for putting myself into your life. I'm just sorry, okay? I-" He started, but I had already paused he by once again, pressing my lips up against his own. 

I pulled away, leaning our foreheads together. "But the thing is, Ben, you're too good for me. You haven't wasted any of my time. You are perfect in my eyes, and I'm happy you put yourself into my life. You don't have to be sorry for anything." I said calmly.

Nothing else was said, we just walked back inside, hand in hand.

We got back to the music department, still holding hands. Not to our luck, Emma was still in there, just waiting for Ben to come back to her.