A/N: My friends and I were watching She's the Man then, I got a great idea to write She's the man with the Twilight characters and a few added twists here and there. I had my friends help me a bit, but I practically have the movie memorized, so I got started while I was at a wedding, we were at a resort, and it was raining so I got bored and decided to work on it. It might practically be exactly the movie only with different characters, so it might get boring.
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Also, I was going to start putting a soundtrack for each chapter. If you have seen the moive, and have any idea's for songs for a certain part , message me. I would really apreciate it.
Soundtrack: Anthem Part 2 by Blink 182 (This song is in the movie Stick It)
Chapter 1: If you can't join 'em... beat 'em!
(BPOV)
With summer ending soon, and school almost starting, kids from my school's soccer teams, boys and girls, decided to go to First Beach to just hang out and have fun. Which we were!
I was on the girls soccer team at Cornwall Academy in Forks, Washington. Center forward is what I play. It's my passion! I loved the game, and nothing else! So ya, I was the boyish type of girl, but I could still look and be girly when I wanted to, which was only so often. I was a plain girl, a plain Jane as I called myself. Brown eyes, brown hair, I guess I had a figure, but I didn't care about that. I was nothing special, to me anyway. But to my boyfriend Mike Newton, I was special.
Mike was really sweet and funny and real good looking! He had teh cutest looking face, almost puppy dog like, with blonde hair he would always gel into spikes on the toip of his head, and crystal blue eyes. He cheered for me during soccer, as did I for him. He was goalie and team captain for the Cronwall boys soccer team. So we would practice sometimes together, kind of like today.
Well, today wasn't really a practice. It was, like I said, more of a fun day as friends. The girls were playing, and the guys were busy goofing off with each other and cheering for us. I was on a team along with my friend Jessica and a few other girls from the team. The otehr team had my other friend Angela and the rest of the girls soccer team. The score was 0-0 and were were about to finish up before lunch.
I had the ball and was charging for the opposing teams net, when out of no where, Angela came in a stole the ball away from my feet. I turned around in time to see that in a mere few seconds, Jessica take the ball away from Angela and kick the ball towards me, tossing sand from the beach everywhere in the process, high up in the air. All the guys were cheering for me to head but it into the net, so I went ahead and jumped when the ball got close enough. It went right in the net, scoring the first point of the game. All of the guys cheered. Mike even got on his knees bowing at me chanting 'I am not worthy Soccer Queen' and even got the rest of the guys to join alon!
The girls on both teams cheered and we ran in to hug each other.
I turned around from the big group of kids to see the soccer ball sitting in the sand all by itself. I walked over to it and picked it up. I then turned around and the light bulb ontop of my head went off. There hanginf from the lifeguard tower was a lifeguards buoy. It was just there, so I had to take this opportunity.
Mike must have been looking for me in the crowed andseen the light bulb go off, cause he began to run towards the buoy smiling at me.
I smiled back, and placed the ball back on the sand. I took a few steps back, and charged and slammed the ball against my foot. It soared through the air, and went strait into the buoy.
"WOO!" I screamed throwing my fist into the air.
Mike ran a little faster and jsut caught the ball, and turned around and ran back to me.
"OH!! She shoots, she scroes! GOAL!!" Mike cheered as I waled the few steps towards him.
"Whut? Now give me back the ball." I said when I was standing in front of him.
"No way!" Mike began to play keep away.
"Mike! Give the ball back!" I yelled.
But before I could think of anything else to do to get him to gie up the ball, he picked me up and flew me over his shoulder.
"Ah! Mike put me down!" I screamed between laughs.
I was still laughinf and he laughed with me, until we reached our towels, which were only a few steps away. He lifted me back from his sholder to place me on my back against the towel with him hovering me. I sat up on my elbows and grabbed his face in my hands and gave him a kiss.
After we pulled away, he said, "Alright, you're getting alot better!"
"Ya, you too! I mean, when we first started going out," I paused, "you couldn't kiss at all!"
"I meant at soccer!"
"Oh, really?" I said slyly.
"Yeah, I mean, your probably better than half the guys on my team!" he laughed.
I laughed with him."Probably more than half!"
I leaned in and kissed him again, only to have him push me away three seconds in.
"What do you mean I couldn't kiss at all?" he asked with a confused look on his face. He was so adorable when he was confused.
"Don't worry! I've taught you well!" I chuckled.
He smiled and leaned in to finish where we left off from a few moments ago.
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So the rest of the day at the beach was alot of fun. The boy's had their own game of soccer as the girls cheered them all on, just like they did to us, and each time Mike's team scored, he ran over to me, and gave me a kiss. Wich eneded up me getting about 5 or 6 kisses in total. Then after they played their game, we had a barbeque, and then around 8 o' clock, we all headed out because there were tryout's in the morning.
I got home, to find my mom Renée sitting in the kitchen drinking something out of a mug. I hope it wasn't coffe. She was hyper ebough without it. My mom was how you say...a little crazy. She was apart of the Brighton Ladies Society (A/N: I really don't remember what Viola's mom was, but we'll go with this for now ) A group of older women, who organize charity events and debutante ball's, and are all about being ladies. I thought it was pathetic, but it kept her busy, and off my back. She had a little problem with the fact that her only daughter would prefer to play in mud with a ball, rather that play dress up and be a lady.
My mom looked somewhat like me, only I had longer, and lighter hair. She had hair that was just to the lenght of her ears, and was a dark chocolate brown, where as I had long, strait brown hair with side bangs and that had red tints in it, which you cold see in the light. We both had brown eyes, but her's were more hazle than brown.
I gave her a quick wave, and ran up the staires to my room. It was a light blue colour, with yellow cutains on the windows. Wood floors, a desk in the back corner with my black laptop on it, and my double bed with blue and white comforters. I had soccor pictures and metals along my dresser, and had pictures of my friends and I along the walls.
I quickly showered in the bathroom across the hall and changed into yellow cotton short shorts and a white tanktop, grabbed my iPOD and placed it into the iHOME and pressed play from some music. I always listened to music to go to bed, I couldn't sleep without it.
I drifted off to sleep thinking about the tryouts, Mike and what college would be like while playing soccer. I would love to play in college. I have a few friends who say high school is going to be it for their soccer careers, but I wanted to keep going, I didn't want to stop. I would do anything to play.
The next morning, I was awoken up by a car horn from in front of the drive way. It was Angela and Jessica, both in their uniforms for soccer in Angela's green Jeep Patriot, honking the horn.
"COME ON! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR TRYOUTS!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE B!!" Jessica screamed. I nearly fell out of bed, ran to grab my uniform, washed my face and brushed my teeth, grabbed my iPOD, soccer shoes, my over sized sweater that probably was my brothers, and soccer ball and ran out the door. I didn't bother to lock it cause my brother would get it later.
"Sorry, I must have slept through my alarm." I said as I opened the trunk and threw my soccer bag in.
"Don't worry about it now, we just have to hurry or we're gunna be late." Jessica said.
"Ya, and I have to drop off some paper's at the office for my mom before hand, and god only knows how long that'll take with Mrs. Cope. God! She's such a turtle!" Angela said while I hopped in the back seat and she bagan to speed off.
We got to the school a little early surprisingly, but that was probably because Angela sped all the way there.
Angela parked the car, and she ran off to the office, while Jessica and I ran to the group of girls that were also trying out for the team.
"Hey guys, are we late?" Jessica asked when we neared them.
"No, you're right on time! We're all actually just starting to head over to the field." a girl named Sam said.
So with that, we walked towards our soccer field. Cornwall Academy had many soprts fields. They had three gyms. One for basketball, one for volleyball, and one for badminton, and different classes would use one of them for their gym class durning school. The school had a soccer field for guys and girls, a football field, and a track.
The rest of the girls were making small talk on our way to our field. Form soccer to college, to the new 90210 series. (A/N: I love that show! It's so good!)
"So B, where do you plan on going to college?" Sam asked me.
"I don't really care, as long as when I play, I get to where Carolina Blue!" I said. I got a few whoops and yeahs from the girls. Not only was Carolina Blue our school colour, but I've been wearing Carolina Blue since I starting playing soccer. It's almost like my lucky colour you know?
As we approached the field, we passed many other players for many other sports. Volleyball players, other soccer players, basketball players. We passed the boys soccer field and I saw Mike at the goal. They were all trying to shoot on him, but all but one or two made it in. I smiled. He was amazing, and he was mine!
We just reached our field, when I noticed something that wasn't right, then I loked at the field and found the problem.
"Uh, guys? Whta is the lacross team doing on our field?" I asked the girls. They all stopped to look in my direction, then to where I was looking, and noticed the problem too.
"Guys! Wait up!" I could hear Angela yelling at us. She was running from the direction of the front office, with a clipboard in her hands. She loked frantic. I was beginning to feel something bad about to happen.
"Guys! The school cut our team!" She said when she stopped in front of us. WHAT THE FUCK?! Why would the school do that?
"Why would the school do that?" Jessica asked, totally taking the question from my head!
"Not enough girls signed up!" Angela repiled.
"They can't do that...Can they?" Jessica said once again. She had a point! They couldn't do that. Not when all of us wanted this so bad, and it was taken away because they're weren't enough of us. We wanted to go to college man! I was fucking pissed!
"Well I was talking to Mrs. Cope when she mentioned it to me as I was heading out towards the door. She said sorry." Angela finished with slumping her shoulders.
After all the frantic questions from all of us, I looked at the boys. Then the lightbulb on top of my head went off. I had an idea!
"This is NOT over! Come on." I said, and walked towards the guys tryouts.
Coach Reynolds was standing there at the side of the field watching the guys and picking the team. He had a blue and white dress top that matched school colours with tan coloured cords. His black turning gray hair was sitting at the top of his head, you could see a bald sopt forming. It took me alot of controll not to laugh.
He didn't even acknowledge our presence, when he said, "Hello ladies. I heard abou the bad news."
How could he think this was bad? He never really cared much for girls soccer, and he naver said that outloud, but everyone could see it.
"Bad? It's a disaster!" I said, clearly pissed off at his greeting.
"Now college scouts won't even get to see us play!" Jessica said. She was getting pissed off too.
"Well, if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know." He said with no emotion. Ya, he really didn't care. Time for my plan to come into action!
"A a matter of fact, there is," I said, "We wanna tryout for the boys team."
The girls looked at me funny, but when they realized where this was going, and shook there head fast in agreement.
He snorted and let out a little laugh, and you could tell he was trying hard not to."Uh, anything, beside that."
WHAT. THE. HELL?
"Come on! Coach, you know we're good enough!" I shouted. It''s tur, we were good enough! Mike even told me the day before! And he was right! We were very good soccer players. Better than half the guys on the team!
"I don't know, that that's a thing that I know..." Coach Reynold finished off looking into space. That was really confusing, and even he was trying to figure out what he just said.
Before I could say anything else, Mike and the rest of the boys were running over to us. They were all covered in dirt and sweat from the tryouts. They smelled horrible! But maybe Mike could healp us out, I thought.
"Hey babe!" Mike asked, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile bakc. He was just too cute!
"Hey." I said.
"What's going on Coach?" Mike asked.
"The girls heer," he paused, "want to try out for the team!" I smiled at Mike, but it was quickly gone off my face when I saw the guys and the coach all laughing at us. Even Mike was laughing! Why would he do that?
"You're not serious!" Mike said after he calmed down, but the guys behind him were still chuckling.
"Look girls. You're all excellent players...but girls can't beat boys," the coach said, the guys all chiming in agreement. "Girls can't be as strong," The guys cheered in agreement again, "Or as athletic!" coach finished with all the guys agreeing once again.
Okay, I was grasping straws here, and Mike should have stepped up and said something to defend us by now.
"Okay, well since Mike's team cptain, what do you think about it?" I asked turnig to him.
The guys looked at him with smug smiles on their faces. Mike looked like he was speculating something, but then he said, "I think the coach has said it all!" The guys agreed.
"Mike! Yesterday you told me I was better than half the guys your team!" I shouted. All the guys were looking at Mike with disbelief and even screaming at him. He lloked a little worried.
"I never said that!" Mike relpied to me.
"What are you talknig about? Why are you lying?" I asked him outraged. Did he hit his head hard on that soccerball or something? Either that or it's his memory. He doesn't do that well in school, so that could explain it too.
"Bella," he hesitated, "End of discustion!" he said matter of factly, and quirked an eye brow as if to challenge me to keep going.
That was it. I'd had enough. He totally was lying to me. He obviously wasn't the guy I thought he was. I wonder what else he'd lyed to me about. I was on the verge of tears, and Jessica and Angela could see it, but I refused to cry infront of Mike. So held them in. And took a deep breath.
"Fine. End of relationship!" I said. You could hear a coars of 'oo's and 'ah's from the guys and the girls. Jessica snapped her fingers in Mikes face, and all the guys started walking away back to the field, and the girls started heading away. I turned to walk away, but Mike stopped me.
"Bella, I just don't want to see you get hurt!" He was giving a puppy dog look that wasn't really that cute. Maybe it was because I was majorly beyond pissed at him. BUt I decided to give him a little piece of my mind- in a nice, toying way.
"Aww," I started, "You are so full of shit!" I said. Coach blew the whistle when I said that last word so I don't think anyone but me and Mike could hear. I threw the soccerball I had in my hands and threw it in his face light enough not to completly damage his face, which I wish I had, and walked away, leaving a shocked Mike behind me.
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I caught up with Angela and Jessica. They both hugged me when I started to cry. I only cried for a little while. Since tryouts were the only reason we were here, Angela drove me home. I put on my over sized hoddie and my baseball cap on as I got out of the car. I put on my head phones from my iPOD and looked for a song. I was lloking for something gloomy to match my mood. I could hear a car pulling up, but barely heard it because the song 'Cold As You' by Taylor Swift was blasting in my ears.
"Emmett?" I could hear a nasly voice calling from behind me. I thought I was imagining it so I ignored it.
"Emmett?!" I heard again. I thought I recognized the voice, but kept on ignorinn it.
"EMMETT!!" I heard as someone pushed me from behind enough to knock off my hood from my hoodie that was up and almost knocked me over. Which if this person wasn't holding onto the back to my hoodie, I would have done. I'm a clumsy peron anywhere but the soccer field. I practically trip over air!
I turned around to be faced with none other than a beautiful gril in designer clothes and big sunglasses resting on her face with not even any make up on, with totally not fake blonde hair and nice covering clothes on.
PUHLEASE!
It was Lauren Mallory. My brothers bitch of a girlfriend. Who had piles of make up on her face that made her looke even uglier than she was, big ugly sunglasses that made her look like a bug if she had them on her forehead, the skimpiest clothes on that made her look like a tramp. She was wearing a magenta tube top that went just above her belly button, and a mini skirt that barely covered her ass, high heels and bubblegum in her mouth that she kept on smacking.
"Oh, it's you." Lauren sneered at me. "Gosh, you and yopur brother look scary alike from the back. Maybe it's cause of your total lack of curves."
Uh, maybe it's cause of the fact the we're TWINS!
"Ha. Aw, it's good to see you too Lauren!" I faked a cheery voice that driped with sarcasm.
"Right. I'm looking for your brother. Where is he?" she said, not really caring what I had to say. My brother Emmett Swan. My twin. My only sibling. Him and I are twins, but over time, we started to look a little different. Like I grew boobs, and he grew man boobs...well, he didn't really. He actually got really buff, and big. He was going to Illyria this year. He got kicked out of our school. He's in this band with a few of his friends. I can't really remember the name of the group. He's as passionate about his music as I am with my soccer. He writes the most amazing lyrics. They come right from his heart. From songs about our parents divorce, to finding prissy Lauren.
"I don't know." I answered.
"Well, just let your brother know that he's very lucky to be apart of my life. And tell him to give me a call if he wants to stay in it!"
"Alright. Does he have your number? 1-800-BIATCH?! HAHA!" oh she totally brought that onto herself. She asked for it.
She groaned and turned around and walked away, shaking her hips in a way that made me want to gag, and I would have if I wasn't laughing.
"She will do great things!" I said to myself outloud.
I walke into my house after Lauren walked away. My house wasn't very small. A reasonable size. Two stories, two bedrooms and a master bedroom. Two bathrooms, a fairly nice kitchen and living room. Perfect for someone like me. Except for all the antiqus. My mom loves old fasioned stuff, sort of. Speaking of her, when I walked into the house, guess who I saw?
If you guessed Renée, you guessed right. She was standing just away from the door like she'd been waiting for me, with a smile on her face and her hands pressed together just underkneath her chin like she was praying standing up. She had on this super ugly lady's buisness suit. A teal one with a giant flower broach over her left shoulder. Her hair was curled a little and it just reached her chin. She looked a great deal like me and Emmett, but she was alot prettier, but she just wore ugly clothes and was too cheery most of the time.
"I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" She sang to me a little too loudly! She started clapping her hands together just like London Tipton from 'The Suit Life of Zack and Cody'-not that I watch that show every Saturday morning- I swear she watches that show to be just like the diva.
"And this is why I don't bring friends over." I said more to myself, "Mom! Not now, I've had a really bad day-" I was aout to escape the wrath of Renée, but she grabbed my by the shoulders and turned me towards the living room.
Our lovely living room was fairly large, for my moms book club meetings, it was a soft blue colour, with bleach white carpets, a tv on the one wall, white couches with wooden legs and wooden coffe tabl and end tables. There was a massive book collection just off to the left. I had a few books on there, since I do enjoy reading, but most of them are books from Oprah's Book club, and my moms.
"Now I want you to close your eyes. And come into the living room." Renée said in a cheery voice as she placed her hands over my eyes.
"Okay mom! There closed!" I closed my eyes and walked a little forward.
"Okay, and...SURPRISE!!" She shouted.
I opened my eyes with a smile hoping, yet highly doubting, that it would be something that would make my day a little better. But it didn't. There was Renée holding up the frilliest, puffiest ball gown I've ever seen in her hands. It looked like a wedding dress! There were two more on the couch, another white one and a pink one that looked almost similar.
I frown and looked at my mom with the 'you-can't-be-serious' look.
"Here they are! Beautiful dresses for my darling debutante!" Renée said pulling me out of my disgusting thoughts the dresses. My mom had this assumption that I would magically agree to this whole stupid debutante thing. Which is sooo not happening!
"Mom! Have I not told you before I have no desire in being a debutante! It's retarted!" She was giving me a pouty look now. It had no effect on me though.
"Why did I get stuck with a daughter who only likes to kick a muddy old ball around a field all day?" she asked rhetorically.
"Well, the world has been set right mom. They cut my team." I said siging and looking at the floor.
"What? No soccer?" she asked in a not so concerned voice. I shook my head in a greement and began to walk towards the stairs to go to my room. Renée was walking towards me with one of the dresses in her arms now. "How sad."
"Ya. I can see you're all torn up!" I said sarcastically. She then began to twirl around with the dress held against her. She had completely ignored all that I had said.
"Mike's just going to love you in this!" she said smiling at me.
"Yet, another reason not to wear it! I dumped him!" I said and wakled up the stairs.
"What? Why?" she asked in a soft yet outraged vooice.
"I don't want to talk about it!"
"But he was so, lean and, rugged, and, chizzled." she said looking off into space witha dreamy look on her face. EEWWW!!
"Then why don't you date him mom?" I asked her.
I could see her speculating that. Then she shook her head and laughed. That was pathetic!
I walked down the long hallway towards my room when I passed my brothers room and noticed him in it, over by his dressers putting stuff in his bag.
"Hey Emmett!" I said smiling. I loved my brother. He was massive, but he was like a music loving teddy bear. He had brown curly hair and brown eyes like me, only lighter. An angular face, and dimples. If we weren't related, I'd go out with him. Not that I think of him like that! I'm just saying he's very good looking.
"O, hey Bells." he waved at me.. His room was fillled with pictures of his friends, his band photos, other bands like Boys Like Girls, Good Charlotte, ACDC, there were tons. He had tan walls, tan carpets, a doubble bed with brown and glod covers, and a small tv on top of his dresser beside his iHOME.
"Lauren was looking for you!" I said in a nasly voice, trying to mimic her voice with no success. You just can't make that nasly voice like she has.
"Oh." was all he said.
"Why do you even date her anyway?" I asked disgusted.
"She's hot!" I looked at him like he had three heads. "It's a guy thing"
He then finished up with his bag as I sat on his bed and he began to chuck the bags out the open window
"Uh, you know, you could use the front door." I said to him pointing downstaires.
"Ya but here mom can't see me." He answered tieing a rope to his guitar case.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be at dads? Wait, where are you going?" I asked getting confused.
"Dad think's I'm here with mom. Mom think's I'm at dads. But nither of them know I'm going to be in London for a few days cause they both think I'm at the others place. That, is the beauty of divorce." He said while tieing a rope to his guitar case and lowering it down the window.
"As in London England?" What? How? When? Why? WTF?
"Ya my band got a slot in a music fetival there. So I'll be gon for about two weeks.
"Ya but-" I was about to cmoplain when he cut me off.
"Hey. By the way, could you like call Illyria adn like, pretend to be mom. Say that I'm sick. Make it something that could last up to two weeks...Like mad cow." He suggested. What a stupid idiot! Not just the skipping part and leaving the country, but for suggestion mad cow! Egg head!
"But school starts soon and you just got kicked out of Cornwall for skipping, this isn't the way you wanna start out bud!"
"But I wanna be a musician! And the last time I checked, you don't need to know, trigonometry!" By now, the guitar was lowered and he was slowly trying to get out the window without killing himself.
"Do you know the precentage of bands that actually make it to the big top Em?" I asked him.
"Probably the same as female soccer players." Okay, he didn't just go there! "So I will see you, in two weeks!" he said as he slowly was out of sight, not before holding up three fingers. Stupid!
I wasn't just about the let my older brother by fifteen minutes run off somwhere where theres no one he knows for miles, and skip school after he just got kicked out of his old one for the exact same reason!
"Emmett! Emmett!! EMMETT!!" I called after him, but he was gone.
I was anout to get up and yell at him from out the window, but Renée came into the room with something in her hands.
"Were you just talking to your brother?" She asked me.
"Uh, ya. He's at dads," I said, and picked up the phone, that was on the hook,"By dad!" I said into the phone. That was the stupidest thing I could have ever done! And she believed me!
"Look at this one!" she said and showed me the dress that she had in her arms.
"Ug! Sorry mom I have a strict, no ruffles policy!" I got up from the bed.
"You know, sometimes I think you might as well be your brother!" She said and stalked away.
That got me thinking. I walked over to Emmett mirror closet and found a picture of him with the same hat I was wearing. I looked at the pitcure, and then at my relfection. She did have a point! I looked alot like Emmett. Except he had a bigger face and stonger cheeks and caterpiller eyebrows.
And for the second time that day, the lightbulb went off at the top of my head.
You know what, I thought to myself, If you can't join em'...Beat em'!
So that's chapter 1. I know there's alot from the movie in this, but more of stuff from me will be in the next few chapters. I hope you liked it!
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