The smell of eggs and bacon filled my nostrils as I woke from an unmemorable dream, my hands searching for her warmth. Where is she? I couldn't find her anywhere but before I panicked, I remembered where I was. I was at her apartment, so chances of her running away were bleak.

I stumbled out of bed, quickly finding my boxers to cover up my morning problems and threw the sheets over the bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I walked to the kitchen, following the scent of breakfast. I found her cooking like I did yesterday, although that dish ended up in the sink after she left. Her back was facing me, and she had thrown on my hoodie, large enough to just cover her up. Everything about this sight caused me to smile, to feel lucky. I slowed down my pace to sneak up on her, praying she wouldn't poke me in the face with her fork the moment I slid my hands around her waist.

"Lukas, you freaking scared me!" She cried out, easing into me shortly after.

I couldn't wait to put my lips on her and so I did, kissing her soft skin in the crook of her neck. "That was sort of the point, Bells." I smirked against her skin, my eyes wandering to what she was making. "Eggs and bacon huh?" I asked, putting my face next to hers, my arms pulling her to me even more.

Her head leaned into the side of my face. "Yeah, that's the least I can do for ruining breakfast yesterday." A hint of guilt coating her voice.

"You didn't ruin it. We're good now right?" I had to ask, just to make sure, even though last night was already the answer.

"More than good." She smiled into the side of my face before pecking it with her soft lips. "Now sit. Breakfast is ready." She smiled more and the fact she was smiling again made me feel more complete, something I could never feel on my own, I needed her for that, like my missing puzzle piece.

I sat down as she put a plate in front of me, joining me at the table. "Let's judge these cooking skills." I smiled at her, taunting her with the fork. "Mine were better yesterday." I laughed after having a taste and the second I did she softly kicked her toe against my shin, the cringe on her face telling me that hurt her more than me. "Don't hurt yourself babe, I'm just joking." I said, taking another fork full to my mouth.

"Good, or this would have been the last time I did an effort to cook you something." She laughed also taking a bite.

I stared at her as she finished her plate, adoring how good she looked in an oversized hoodie, my hoodie. "What are your plans for today?" I asked her as she took the last bite.

"I have to work the entire day, that's why I was up early to make breakfast. I have to leave in an hour or so." She said, the tone in her voice giving away she wasn't really looking forward to it.

"I'll drive you." I said, taking every chance I could get to spend more time with her.

"You don't h-"

"I'll drive you..." I said again, my determination putting a smirk on her face. "I have to go to campus anyways."

"So you're going to go to class for once?" She smirked getting of her chair to walk over to me.

"Hey now, for once." I said pulling an offended face at that last part. "I always go to class, I just don't have a lot of class." I said with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah right nerd." She said, swinging her leg over my lap, to straddle me, always managing to surprise me.

"Yeah, right. The perks of almost graduating. The first year is the hardest." I said, putting my hands on her hips to keep her there, my fingers traveling under the hoodie and to my surprise she wasn't wearing the pink lacy panties from yesterday, these felt different, a smirk growing on my face at my wild imagination.

"That also means, we only have this year here on campus?" She pouted, her hands traveling to my hair and then the thought hit me. I never thought about it but what about after graduation? Things weren't going to be the same?

"Okay now you kind of ruined graduating a bit." I smiled at her, though meaning everything about it. "Guess that means we have to try and enjoy our time together even more." I said, leaning in to softly kiss her lips, our lips not wanting to leave each other just yet as we let them linger. "It's only, October, by the time it's graduation you'll be sick of me." I laughed, pulling her hair out of the collar of the hoodie where she was stocking it.

"Lukas, that's not even funny!" She frowned her brows and pouted her lips at me like the adorable thing she is.

"You know I'm kidding baby, it's impossible to get sick of this." I smirked looking over myself while anticipating a swat against the chest.

"Asshole!" She laughed, intentionally wiggling her hips on my crotch, my hands grabbing her hips to hold her still before my morning problem would return.

I stared at her, looking at her adorable face and the couple of almost invisible freckles on her nose, her green eyes popping against the darkness of the hoodie and the light of her hair. "Don't be scared. Me graduating doesn't mean the end of us; I'll make sure of that. I would be stupid to let that ruin what we have." I smiled at her, pushing a lost strand of hair behind her ear. "You really make me happy." I whispered acknowledging the inner happiness I only experienced after meeting her. The moment I laid eyes on her and she open her mouth to me with a snappy comment I knew she was something special, different, something I needed.

"You make me happy too." She said, brushing her nose against mine before leaning in for another kiss, a deeper one this time, her lips pulling at mine. "Don't ever doubt that." She whispered and with that my day couldn't have started any better.

"Now get ready so I can drive you to the diner." I smiled at her, my hands wrapping around her to lift both of us off the chair.

She really seemed happy while I drove her, her uniform and skates stuffed into a backpack, and her hair up into a ponytail, which looked awfully flattering on her. We joked around and teased each other, well I mostly teased her about the uniform, begging her to wear it for me once, just once, but she wouldn't give in. One day she will though, I'm just going to keep asking.

I parked in front of the diner, the parking lot already swarmed with early lunch people and late breakfast idiots. "Hey, I'll pick you up after your shift, alright?" I said, after she pecked my lips to say goodbye.

"Sure, I have to work till six." She leaned in for another kiss, the taste of her fruity lip balm making me want more of her than I could have for now.

"Okay, I'll be here long before that." I smirked against her wet lips.

"What?" She pulled back, surprise written all over her face, her eyes gleaming with it too.

"Come on, do you really think I'm going to miss out on you in those silly skates and that sexy uniform." I grinned, the look on her face priceless.

"You're really not giving up, are you?" She laughed as she shook her head, her hand latching around the door handle. "Fine, come and enjoy the show whenever you like." She laughed, playfully rolling her eyes at me.

"You bet I will!" I smiled, looking at her movements as she got out of the car, her face still playfully annoyed. As she walked to the back entrance of the diner she looked back, throwing me a smile so carefree, I knew exactly why I fell in love with her, because she's Isabella, everything about her is to love.

I went to class hoping for the life of me the Professor would at least make class interesting. For once he did, taking my mind of this weekend's drama. It got to me more than I thought it would, the thought of ever losing her suddenly feeling very real. It could happen one day, and what then, what do I do then? Whenever it was I would go to the end of the world to get her back. She's my happiness. Not even graduating would change that. We could move in together in a nice apartment close to campus, I would go to work, she would go to class. Not very different from now. Everything would be alright, we would always end up being alright, I would make sure of that.

After two classes I needed a coffee to get through the last one of the day. I quickened my pace around campus to grab a coffee at the café. While I was waiting in line to order I noticed the heater fanning hot air around the place. The gust of warmth faintly pushing Bella's perfume up my nose. She must have put it on this morning while still wearing my hoodie. I smelled like a girl, but it was hers and because of that I didn't mind. On the contrary I had to resist looking like a fool when pushing my nose into the collar to smell it even better.

"What can I get you?" The guy behind the counter said to me, he looked familiar, but I couldn't pin point from where I knew him.

"Just an americano and a cheese sandwich." I ordered while he tapped it into the register, his gaze lingering on me a little longer than necessary. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I shrugged my shoulders, lightly annoyed because he was staring.

"That's 6,70 please." He saidn and I put cash on the counter, his eyes still lingering on me. He shook his head, wanting to say something but it looked as if he was hesitating. "You... You're Lukas right? Lukas Davis?" He said, while taking the money of the counter and giving me my change.

I shook my head, completely confused... I was just here to grab a coffee, so what the fuck was this... "Yeah?" I questioned him while shrugging once more.

"I'm Zach, I was at the frat house when Isabella, your girlfriend was there to talk, well yell, at Drew. Is she okay? She seemed upset." He said his voice sincerely concerned. A whole flood of emotions washed over me, utterly confused still.

"Wait, you were there? And you let him hit her?" I said my tone bitter and furious at once.

"We didn't Lukas, we pulled him away before he could do anything else. We didn't know what he did to her. I'm sorry okay? I just want to know if she's fine." He spoke softly, not trying to stir up drama but I was already balling my fists.

"No, no of course she isn't fine!" I gritted through my teeth. "He fucking hit her!" My words echoed through the café, drwaing the attention of the waiting customers behind me. Fucking people, why can't they mind their own business.

"Calm down man." He said to me more demanding this time, widening his green eyes at me. "Jean, please take over for a second?" He turned to one of the girls taking orders to the tables. "Come." He nodded towards the back of the café. While shaking my head I followed him, scoffing at my own thoughts, the thought of Drew laying his hands on bells. Out of sight of any customers Zach turned around, shaking his head. "Listen, we kicked him out of the house. What he did is disgusting, we all have sisters or girlfriend and we would have done the same as you. You know, the tray?"

"Good, now where is the son of a bitch?! So, I can fucking beat the shit out of him for hitting my girlfriend." I breathed, the anger boiling in my fists, as I tried to avoid his stare. The reckless and angry side of me taking over.

The tall guy put his hands on my shoulders but who was he to fucking touch me, I thought as I shrugged them off. "Hey, Lukas. Don't lose your shit, it's not going to help your girlfriend." He tried to reason and slowly but surely his intentions became clear to me, he was just trying to help, but why did he care? "Nobody had seen Drew since that night. Before we could kicked him out the police came to talk to him, and he called his parents. The next morning, he was gone, all of his stuff included." He shook his head.

"The police should have fucking taken him with them, he tried to rape her!" I let out more desperately than I wanted to show this stranger.

"I know, I agree Lukas, but something is up. I don't know, nobody just disappears into thin air. Something is wrong with him, and you know it." He said, the look in his eyes sincerely worried.

"Why are you telling me all of this? Why are you warning me?" I shook my head confused at him.

"Because he seemed pretty obsessed with her. Keep an eye on her, just in case-"

"I case what huh? In case what!" I cut him off, panic waltzing over me at the thought of Drew coming after her again. After all she's been through, something like this would be the end of her. She could take a lot, she was strong, but not that strong.

"Lukas I'm just telling you to look after her. Even though I don't know her well, I know I don't want her to get hurt." He said. I was too stubborn to listen to strangers but when it came to her I would put aside all my principles.

"Why do you care about her?" I shrugged my shoulders, the thought of another guy caring for her not sitting right with me for a moment, even though he meant it well.

"After Drew hit her, I walked her out and talked to her for a bit. She too nice to have this stuff happen to her. You have to be blind and deaf not to know that." He sighed; his eyes directed to the floor. "I have to get back to work now. If I hear anything from Drew I'll make sure you know about it first." He said before walking back to the register. Still confused he gave me my order and I walked out. I didn't know what to think about all of this.

How can he care about her when they only spoke for a moment, I know she's special but come on... It didn't feel right, even though the help was welcome, but I didn't know what was making me more anxious, the info on Drew or the fact that this stranger randomly cared about my girlfriend and I just found out about him. If he's telling me the truth than I need to be wary of the possibility of Drew popping up around the corner to hurt her and that is a thought I'd rather not think of. Fuck! Why can't life just give us a break. It doesn't always have to be this complicated. Why was loving each other so easy but complicated at the same time? One thing is sure, I will not let her get hurt, no more. I will not watch her break.

Those thoughts haunted me from the moment I took my order from Zach's hands until long after my last class of the day. I needed to see her, to make sure she was okay so I could breathe again, relieving myself of the tightening in my chest, the worry, the panic, all of it, just at the sight of her smile.

I drove to the diner like I told her I would, but as soon as I drove onto the parking lot, I knew something was up. What the- She was supposed to be working, but here she was, storming out of the diner, on her socks, her high tops in her hand, still wearing her uniform. No smile, no happiness on her face but an angry expression and tears stinging at the corners of her eye. Baby.

I killed the engine, worry making my fingers shake. I pushed open the door and stepped out of the car running towards her. "What's wrong?" I yelled, as I approached her. Something happened, she's fucking upset. She didn't say anything, completely ignoring me as she didn't even look my way. "Bells, what's wrong?" I yelled again, my legs not running fast enough.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? I'm freaking done with you, that's what's wrong Lukas!" She yelled, throwing one of her shoes my way with everything she got, just missing my head by an inch. What the hell!

"What!?" I yelled at her words, the lump in my throat and the explosion in my chest cutting me off and preventing me to say anything else as she stood in front of me. She was pissed, and I was oblivious.