A/N: I love summer, I love sun and I absolutely love fanfiction. To combine these three things, I decided to write this fic and I have to say... I'm actually quite content.
I'm not a surfer in fact I'm not even an athlete so I have absolutely no clue what I'm writing about when I describe the surfing performances of our favorite characters.
Just go along with it, people- I've tried my best to make it sound as if I had a clue.
In case any of you are familiar with the TV-series Blue Water High let me just tell you: Yes, it is the source of inspiration. I loved the series when I was a kid and I decided to re-watch it a couple of months ago. I still love it and I immediately discovered my love for surfing. So I was browsing through in search of a story where Bella is a cool surfer dudette or something along those lines. When I didn't find anything that particularly caught my interest- I just had to write it myself.
So... there you have the reason why I'm writing this ( in case that you wanted to know that)
Alright, I've got nothing more to say so I just let you go on and read.
Enjoy!
Bella PoV
Stepping out of the car I took a deep breath.
The air was so much more refreshing than at home.
"Ah, don't you just love it here?" I heard my mother sigh as she stepped out of the car after me.
I knew what she meant and shot her a wide grin.
Dad had parked the car on a hill, enabling us to look down at the beach.
The usual surf madness was already taking place but I didn't pay any attention to that.
I only had eyes for the beautiful blue ocean.
"Bells, stop gaping with your mouth wide open," someone joked from behind me.
I turned around to pull a grimace at Jake, who was currently heaving my surfboard off the truck bed.
He handed the huge bag over to me before he winked at me and started to pull my second board off the truck.
"No, I don't really think I'm gonna need the second one. If I do, I can still send you to carry it down for me," I said to him.
I usually never needed my spare board.
I always took it with me, of course, but it hadn't gotten much action ever since I got it for my birthday last year. Which was quite a shame to be honest, because the board had a better concave pattern than the one I usually surfed with.
"Do I look like your freaking servant?" Jacob asked in disbelief.
I nodded and giggled quietly, putting my surfboard under my arm.
"Follow me, my servant," I instructed and started to make my way downhill, when my father stopped me.
"Wait, wait, wait! Someone carries either the tent or the deck chairs and knowing your mother it'll be one of you," he announced, while throwing an accusing look in my mother's direction, who just looked back at him with innocent eyes.
"I'm already carrying my surfboard," I said and quickly turned to get to the beach, before my dad could say anything else.
I saw various surfers around the place, which kind of gave me a weird feeling of comfort, although I was still nervous.
While some of the surfers were leaving, others were already getting ready for the comp.
It was easy to separate the hobby surfers from the once that were taking part in the competition.
The participants in the competition were all on their way to become professional athletes, so it wasn't really hard to pick them out.
Not every participant was here yet, since I knew that there were going to be Twenty-five girls and twenty-five boys. All of those fifty people had one and the same goal.
To get in the top three.
All of the competitors had been especially chosen by the Volterra Surf Company based on their skill-levels.
Each of us had to qualify for this final competition after the company had been keeping tabs on potential surfers for the last year.
Some of the surfers that walked around looked familiar to me.
One example was Mary-Alice Brandon. She was a tiny brunette girl who was about the same age as I was. She might have been tiny, but that didn't mean that she was scared of big waves.
I had competed against her a few times already, back at home in America.
Another familiar face was the face of Jasper Whitlock. Of course with me being a girl, I never had to compete against him but that didn't mean that I wasn't slightly intimidated by him.
Jasper Whitlock was the son of Charlotte Whitlock, who had been a surfer legend back in her days.
Now her son was on his best way to become a legend himself.
As far as I knew, he didn't lose a single comp in the last two years.
There were a few other surfers around that I recognized but the arrival of my parents and Jake distracted me.
"And here I thought you would never make it down here," I joked and watched how Dad and Jake immediately started setting up the tent, while Mom put on her sunglasses and inspected the people around us.
"Don't even start, missy, we're here to support you- so you better start being grateful now," my father scolded, but I could tell that he was also just joking.
"I am grateful. I don't even know what I would do if you guys weren't here with me. Especially if I don't get in."
My mother put her arm around my waist.
"Oh, Bellsie don't even think of that. Just tell yourself that you'll get in and then you will. There is no better surfer out there than you," she said to me with a motherly smile.
It didn't happen often that she acted like a mother should, but when it happened it was usually when I needed it the most.
"Yeah, Bells. You'll get in for sure. The VSC must be full of idiots if they don't let you in," Jake added.
I smiled briefly at both my mother and Jacob. All I had to do was staying positive.
Positive thoughts ensure a positive attitude and a positive attitude leads to success.
It was something my mother had been telling me over the last years and I had never really taken it serious until now.
All of my previous surf comps were nothing compared to this one. Well, not nothing but a lot less important.
I tried to forget about the fact that there were twenty-five girls competing and only three got in. It was just like any other comp. Also, I pushed aside the fact that almost all of my encounters with Mary-Alice ended with me losing to her.
I sighed and let myself fall into the sand.
I opened the bag in which my board lay and continued to work on my positive attitude.
I had to win this or at least get the third place.
The Volterra Surf Academy was the one place every junior surfer wanted to be and I was only one step way from getting in.
The six winner of this qualification competition automatically got a full scholarship to stay at the academy and be trained by skilled coaches for the next twelve months.
Of course the thing had two downsides:
The academy was here in the beautiful Australia- far away from home
We had to go to a regular school and school was never that much fun
My thoughts were interrupted when a shadow suddenly fell on me.
I blinked a couple of times and looked up at the person standing in front of me.
All I could see was the silhouette of a boy before his surfboard sailed towards me. The thing hit me on my head before I could react.
"Umpf," was the only sound that escaped my mouth.
Surfboards were actually pretty light, but it still hurt when the thing fell down on your head. I knew that now.
"Oh my goodness," I heard my mother shriek, while I was busily counting stars, "Edward Masen!"
She sounded like a crazy teenage girl.
"Bella, look! It's Edward Masen," she continued to scream.
Meanwhile, I was wondering why nobody seemed to notice that a surfboard was leaning against my head, so I simply pushed the white board away.
My head was buzzing lightly and I rubbed my forehead.
"Hey, what the hell?"
The voice was completely unknown to me. I looked up- immediately being blinded by the sunlight- and looked at the owner of the voice.
Like my mother had said- it was Edward Masen.
Emerald green eyes, chiseled jaw and strangely bronze colored hair- that was Edward Masen. He was something like a superstar amongst the junior athletes. Not only because of his impressive surfing skills but also because he had a contract with F&S Sports. He was probably the youngest athlete that F&S Sports had ever hired for their sport campaigns.
I had always imagined him to be a nice and polite guy- the prince Charming of surfing.
But what he said next was not charming at all.
"What did you do that for? Do you even know how expensive this board was? Now it probably has scratches thanks to you," he complained.
I gaped at him, not knowing what I should say.
"If I find anything wrong with my board, I will make you pay for it." With these words he grabbed his board and waltzed off, not giving me the chance to say anything at all.
So much for my Prince Charming theory. The guy was a jerk.
A scowl settled itself on my face, not only because Edward Masen was a jerk but also because my head was still throbbing.
"Bella, you should lie down for a bit," Jacob suggested, helping me get up. "Your head must be hurting like hell."
"So you saw but you made no effort to get this thing off my head?"
"Err..."
I didn't really wait for him to say something and just went over to our little tent to make myself comfortable there.
I closed my eyes and waited for the head ache to fade.
"Hey Bells, wake up," I heard Jake's voice.
"What?" I groaned, wishing for him to just go away.
"The comp is about to start. I already went to get you signed in. You're number 48."
I immediately sat up and hopped unto my feet.
"Do you think you are dressed appropriately to start surfing?" my mother asked.
I pulled a grimace at her. I was pretty aware of the fact that I couldn't surf with my beach shorts and T-shirt on. Well, I could but it was not really the attire I normally chose.
"I know it's hard to believe, but I am kind of prepared," I said to her.
"That is hard to believe," Jake commented.
I rolled my eyes at all of them and pulled my shirt over my head and then shimmied out of my shorts.
I had been smart enough to wear my wetsuit beneath my normal clothes.
"Hey Bella, did you see Mary- Alice?" Jake said, pointing to where the little brunette was currently speaking to a man that seemed to be her father.
I nodded in response, while he put he little sticker with my number on it on my back.
"Hello and welcome to this year's VSC scholarship competition. It's a beautiful day, the waves could not be any better and we have many talented surfers here. So without further ado, I'll just say that we get started and knowing the rules of etiquette it's of course- Ladies first."
On every comp the voice that came from the megaphone sounded the same. I made a face at the sound, but then put on a smile instead.
I was excited and started to feel giddy.
"First up number 17, 33 and 6," the voice spoke.
Most surfers had positioned themselves close to the judges tent to be able to read their reactions and also to be in the water fast.
Three girls stood in front of the water. Even though I was pretty far from them I could see clearly that one of them had red hair. Not a natural red, more like cherry colored.
"Ready? Set. Go!"
All three of them ran with their boards and threw themselves in the water at the same time, before they started to paddle a bit further.
The red-head was the fastest out of the three and already caught the first wave. I watched as she stood up on her board and balanced her board on the wave effortlessly.
She let the board go a bit lower then higher again while the wave was starting to get smaller.
The last moment before the wave broke, she spun the board once and then surfed out the remaining bit of the wave. She had to get back down on the board then, while some of the other contestants cheered for her.
The next wave was already rolling in and this time the red head sat back, watching as her two competitors tried to get the best out of the waves. Neither of them did something as extravagant as her spin, but I knew from experience that the judges looked more for technique and not free- style.
Although, I hadn't really seen enough to say if she lacked in technique or not.
I pulled my hair in a bun and grabbed my board.
"I'm gonna go closer to the action. Anyone care to join?" I asked, mostly looking at Jake who jumped up immediately.
"I was fearing that you'd never ask that. I need to see that red head from a closer distance."
"Just what I was thinking."
We both walked to were all the other surfers were seated. Some in little groups others alone.
Jake and I stayed a bit further from them, but were now close enough to see exactly what was going on in the water.
The three girls in the water all attempted to get the next wave. It wouldn't have been impossible if they weren't so close to each other. There was no way that all three could take that wave.
The red head grasped that as well and sped up. She jumped up on her board, before she had reached the wave properly, cutting off the girl to her left when she finally cut into the wave.
She was quite skilled seeing how she controlled her board.
She took the wave without any effort just directing her board while the other girl was trying to show off with some moves. I wasn't even sure what she had been trying to do, because the wave crashed before she had gotten far enough.
I threw a quick look at the three judges. Of course they all wore sun glasses and didn't show any emotions on their faces, so there was no way to know what they were thinking.
All they did was write something down and seeing how all three of them did that at exactly the same time, I guessed that it was not a good sign.
The next few minutes the three girls tried to outdo themselves and even though the two others were not bad at all, the red head somehow always looked better than they did. I was pretty sure that the judges saw that as well.
The loud signal sounded, telling everyone that their time was up.
All three girls returned to the beach, each of them dripping.
The blonde out of the pack seemed to be quite angry, judging by the way she was stomping around. I couldn't blame her. She barely got to show her skills.
"That red head looks like she's pretty tough," Jake commented.
I only nodded in agreement.
"Next up..."
I didn't listen to the numbers being called. I watched the red head who had seated herself in the sand not too far away from us.
She had peeled herself out of her wetsuit and now watched the other girls competing.
She was pretty tough. I wasn't sure if I would be able to beat her if we were put up against each other.
Watching the other girls in the water now didn't make me feel better.
I felt like I was in the wrong place. There was no way that I was good enough. That I even had a chance of winning. I didn't compare to any of them, and these were only the girls.
Jake nudged me lightly.
"Don't worry so much," he said quietly and shot me his brightest smile.
I smiled weakly back at him.
"I'm serious. You wouldn't be here if the VSC didn't think you had a fair chance and I can tell you for sure that you are better than that red head."
I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't help and smile properly at him. Jacob and I had been friends ever since we were little. We always knew how to make each other feel better and supported each other as if we were siblings. In a way Jacob was like a brother to me- we had grown up with each other and were constantly getting on each others nerves.
"Next are number 3, 48 and 23."
"Bells, it's your turn," Jacob said excitedly. You'd think he was the on about to compete.
He fastened the strap of the leg robe on my ankle, while I started to get up.
I stretched and Jacob handed me my board.
"Wish me luck," I said to him, feeling nervous.
He gave me a thumbs up. "Good luck!"
I sent him a nervous smile and then ran toward the water.
I felt the nervous fluttering in my tummy, but at the same time I was looking forward to be diving into the water. There was nothing in this world that made me happier than surfing.
I didn't even look at my two contestants as we all waited or the signal to get in the water.
Merely a few seconds later I heard it and pushed my feet in the sand as hard as I could, impatient to get to the waves.
I didn't care whether I was the first in the water or not- I just wanted to be there.
When I finally felt the water on my calves, I threw myself on my board and paddled further out in the water.
I already saw the next wave closing in and I picked up my pace to be able to catch it.
My timing couldn't have been more perfect and I let out an ecstatic laugh as I got up and maneuvered my board through the wave.
I just let the wave direct me. All I did was to keep me on the board and occasionally I changed the direction a little.
When I felt that the wave was about to crash, I turned the board abruptly to be able to catch the next wave quickly.
I had to sit down on my board first and paddled again to reach the next wave as soon as it came in reach. I didn't have to wait long.
This time I tried to be more technical. Freestyle was good, but it always was better to combine it with some steady techniques- that always made those judges get off.
Cutting right through the wave with my board, I made sharp and abrupt turns. Gaining enough speed I dared to do a bold move.
I shifted my weight a bit further back before I let it turn abruptly, leaning so far to the left that I sent the board flying. Gripping the edge of the board with my left hand, I made sure not to loose my ground for the landing.
My right hand once cut through the water beneath me, before I felt my board land on the water again.
Unfortunately, these kind of moves always threw me off the board, so I fell in the water and had to climb back on my board.
The good thing was, that these moves were practically designed for surfers to fall off their boards, so that wouldn't affect my score in any way.
I just missed the next wave, because I wasn't on my board in time.
But that didn't really upset me. I knew that there was still time and it gave me a chance to watch my competition. Until then I had felt like I was completely alone in the water. Now that I was just sitting on my board, I was also awfully aware of all the eyes watching me.
It was always an unsettling feeling, but I didn't let it take over. I needed my concentration to be on the surfing.
I caught three more waves, trying to get the best out of each one of them, although they were starting to get smaller.
After what seemed like eternity, I finally heard the signal. The time was up and we had to return to the beach.
With my board under my arm, I came out of the water, walking slowly toward the dry sand.
My gaze was fixated on the judges, who were all sitting there with their heads stuck together.
I sighed. I didn't like having to wait for the score.
Walking up to Jake, I flashed him a gin when I saw the joyous expression on his face.
"You were amazing, Bells. Not even the red head can compete with that," he complimented me.
I pushed my board into the sand and let myself fall into the sand.
"Maybe not the red head but Mary-Alice will most likely crush me."
"Stop being so negative. She will not crush you and even if she does, all you need is second or third place. So you shouldn't think about winning, you should just do the best you can."
"I know, I know," I sighed in response and lay back in the sand, crossing my arms behind my head.
I let the sun dry my wetsuit, because I was too lazy to take it off now.
If I got to surf in the final round, I would have to put it on again, anyway.
"You know the VSC chose some pretty good surfers this year, but not all of them are really that brilliant. Most of them are pretty decent but only a few are truly skilled," Jake said in a thoughtful voice.
At the same time the next numbers were announced. I didn't bother to listen or to sit up and watch.
"Yes, I noticed," I agreed.
Among the previous surfers had been a few that were not up to the standard that I had been expecting, while others did well and seemed to be worthy competitors. And then there were the brilliant ones like the red head, Mary-Alice and Rosalie Hale.
I briefly wondered what the red head's name was.
"It's going to be pretty boring at home without you there," Jacob suddenly noted and made himself comfortable beside me.
"I'm not in yet, so you don't have to worry about that just now," I mumbled.
"Of course, I have to. You should have seen yourself- there is no way that they are not letting you in," Jacob insisted.
I didn't respond to that, mainly because I had no idea how to respond. I just reveled in the feeling of the sun on my face and tried to forget about all the stress.
"Hey, you're Isabella Swan, right?"
A shadow suddenly fell on me- which made me frown in return. I opened my eyes slowly to look at the person who was disturbing my peace.
In the corner of my eyes I noticed how Jake sat up and tried to look stoic. What an idiot.
The person standing between me and my sun rays was a big bulky guy in board shorts, who was looking down on me with a big grin on his face.
He had dark brown curls on his face and despite his slightly intimidating body shape, he had adorable dimples on his handsome face.
"Who wants to know that?" I asked in response.
The guy laughed and set his surfboard in the sand. I hadn't seen many surfers that were as big as he was.
"I'm Emmett McCarthy," he introduced himself and held out his hand, "Surfer and soon also part of the Volterra Academy."
I took his hand and shook it briefly.
"Nice to meet you, Emmett. I'm Bella."
"Bella, huh? Cool nickname," he complimented and let himself fall down in the sand beside me.
He looked at Jake and the two of them did that guy head nod thing when Jake casually introduced himself.
"You're not a surfer, are you?" Emmett asked Jacob.
"Well, I do surf every now and then but I don't do the competition stuff and so on. I don't have the nerves for that," Jake replied.
"Which is a waste of talent in my opinion," I commented, giving Jacob a meaningful look.
He knew what I was thinking about. I was constantly trying to get him to sign up for a comp, but he always weaseled out of it.
"That's definitely a lot less stressful," Emmett mused. He stared out on the ocean with concentration written all over his face. At first I thought he was analyzing the waves or something crazy like that until I realized that the was watching the other surfers in the water.
"Was there anything particular that you wanted?" I asked Emmett after a little while of silence.
"What?" Emmett sounded a bit startled before he shook his head briefly. "Oh no, nothing really. I just wanted to meet you, that's all. You were pretty awesome out there."
I felt a blush creeping unto my cheeks and I instantly looked down at my hands while I mumbled a quick 'Thank you'.
"Just stating a fact. You and Robyn even outshined Mary-Alice. But that's just my opinion," he told me with a wink.
I furrowed my brows
"Who is Robyn?"
Emmett raised his eyebrows at me before he replied, "Robyn Silvers is one of the most promising newcomers. I heard that she was good but I never would have thought that she was that good. Both of you really know how to impress the crowd. I've heard your name several times already but until today I never saw you surf."
"You seem to be well informed," I noted.
"My Dad's the editor of Luna Tides magazine," he replied with a shrug.
"What? No way," I exclaimed, staring at the giant boy in surprise
"Uhh... yes way," he just answered and grinned.
"That is so cool. You probably know just about every person that is involved with surfing."
"Nah, not really. I've met a few important faces but it's not like I go to work with my father."
"Hey, I think it's they are the last of the girls to compete now," Jake noted.
I looked up to see what was going on in the water and saw only two girls this time, who were trying to get the best out of the waves.
I noticed that one of them was Rosalie Hale.
"I hope that the waves don't get any smaller than they already are," Emmett mumbled.
"They wouldn't continue the comp when there are no real waves, would they?" I asked no one in particular.
Both Emmett and Jacob shrugged.
Watching the two girls in the water, I was starting to feel self-conscious again.
Despite what Emmett had said, I didn't really feel like I was on the same level like Rosalie Hale or Mary-Alice.
"Rosalie Hale- wicked freestyle," Jacob muttered, earning agreeing sounds from Emmett and myself.
"She's lacking a little in technique, though," I noted after a few more moments of watching her.
I had noticed a few sloppy turns even though she covered them up just fine with her stunts.
"Seriously? How do you see that?" Emmett asked me.
"I watched."
"So did I and I didn't notice anything."
"Bella has an eye for these things," Jacob threw in, " She's been brought up with a surfboard so she knows what to look for. If she's going to retire someday, she will most definitely be a judge."
Emmett looked at me with an appreciative expression.
"I will never be a judge," I argued, "Those people are evil. They enjoy torturing us way too much."
Emmett chuckled. "That is true. It's a bit unsettling that the score is not being announced right away."
Just then we heard the signal for the two girls to get out of the water.
"Alright," the megaphone voice spoke, "We've seen the ladies. Now it's your turn, guys. First up are number 7, 29 and 36."
"Finally," Emmett boomed and got up.
"You're up?"
"Yep. You better be cheering for me, otherwise I'll make your life miserable. I've got twelve months for that."
He ran off, waving while I just shook my head at him.
He was definitely more confident about this whole thing that I was.
I wondered briefly if he would even notice if I didn't cheer, but then I decided it couldn't hurt to support him- after all, we might end up being stuck together for the next twelve months.
- ~~~~\O/~~~~ -
I chewed anxiously on my nails.
"Seriously, Bella. You should relax. You've made it through the final round and I'm pretty sure that you even made it in," Emmett said to me, laying in the sand lazily.
He had been hanging out with Jake and I for the previous hours, acting as if we had been friends forever.
"Listen to the man," Jake agreed, "You've got this."
"I'm gonna remind you of that on our drive home," I hissed.
I didn't really deal too well with suspense. It was killing me.
You'd think I would be more relaxed at this point.
When the score of the first round had been put on the board I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
With twenty-eight points I had been on second place together with Robyn Silvers. Rosalie Hale had gotten 29 and Brandon was on third place with 27 points.
Emmett hadn't been quite as lucky.
With a score of 24 he had qualified for the final round, but I could tell that he was not happy with the result.
But as far as I could tell, he did pretty good in the second round. I was starting to share his enthusiasm about him getting into the program.
I just wished I had the same confidence when it came to myself.
The judges had excused themselves and vanished somewhere into nowhere so that nobody knew the final outcome.
My parents had already started getting our things together so that we could head back to the Hotel immediately.
They both figured that I would want to go to bed as soon as this whole thing was over.
Suddenly, Emmett got up.
"I'm gonna go and talk to some people. Do you want to join?" he asked.
"Uhh... what?"
I had been preoccupied with my thoughts.
Emmett sighed. "Yes, you are coming with me," he decided and tugged me along.
"Yo Robyn," he called and waved.
I hadn't even noticed that the red head had been standing nearby until she turned around.
Emmett approached her with a grin on his face, still dragging me with him.
"I'm sorry, do I even know you?" she asked, looking at Emmett with a skeptical expression.
"No," Emmett replied, perfectly at ease. "I'm Emmett McCarty."
He held out his hand toward her.
She looked at him for a moment but eventually decided to be nice and shook his hand.
"Robyn Silvers," she introduced herself.
"Oh, I know," Emmett responded. Then he obviously remembered that I was there as well and he pulled me up beside me.
"And this is-"
"Isabella Swan," Robyn interrupted him and took my hand to shake it furiously. "You were like totally amazing out there."
"Err..thanks. You're not so bad either."
She laughed and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I know. I'm having a pretty good day today."
"You know, there was this one stunt that you have to show me some time. Once we're in that house that's going to be the first thing that the two of us are doing," Emmett threw in, again being overly enthusiastic.
Robyn looked at him ins surprise.
"I didn't know there was another one who was already signed by the VSC," she stated.
Both Emmett and I looked at her.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Robyn now looked confused as well.
"Err...are you already signed?" she asked carefully.
"No, that's why I'm here," Emmett responded.
Robyn just nodded absentmindedly.
"Why are you even asking?" I wondered.
"Oh well, he was talking about being in the house so I just assumed that he was also already in..." she let her voice trail off.
"Are you saying that you are already in?" I all but screeched.
Robyn jumped slightly but nodded anyway.
"How is that even possible?"
"I already have a contract with VSC. Apparently, it didn't sit well with them that Caius Blues wanted me since they are rivals and all. So they just decided to sign me right away and throw me into their training program," she explained.
"Why are they making such a big deal out of it? Plenty of surfers are going to Caius Blues and the VSC usually doesn't care."
"Yeah, but you know how the companies are when it comes to foreign athletes," Emmett threw in.
I quirked a brow at him.
"Robyn is from Europe. Sponsoring a European athlete is the best way to start meddling in the European surfing. It's bringing in the big bucks."
"So this is just about money?"
"Definitely not my great personality," Robyn joked.
"But if you're in already..." I stopped talking and started chewing on my nails again. More frantically as I had before.
"She does that the whole time already," Emmett assured Robyn when she cast a worried look in my direction.
"I'm not going to get in," I whispered.
"You should have a little more faith than that," Emmett said.
"But there are only two spots and not three," I cried.
"What?"
Robyn made a sound of enlightment.
"You really have nothing to worry about. I didn't take anybody's spot in this. They've provided an extra space for me. From what my manager told me, they have been planning on adding to the number anyway."
I relaxed slightly.
"You have a manager?" Emmett asked in surprise but Robyn ignored him.
"You should even worry less, considering that you and I are on the same level. That should guarantee you the spot," she added.
I thought about that.
She was right. The VSC wouldn't just put her into the program if they didn't think that she had the skills for that and if I managed to get the same score as she did, I actually did have pretty good chances.
I immediately lightened up only to have my mood being soured again when I heard the voice coming out of the megaphone announcing that the results would be put on the board.
I was pretty sure that my heart missed a beat.
Emmett immediately raced toward the little white boards that someone set up earlier.
"Don't you want to go and look?" Robyn asked me when I didn't move.
I was probably the only one at that moment that wasn't running toward the boards.
"I'm not ready to face my failure," I told her. I was starting to feel dizzy.
"Bells," I heard Jacob call excitedly. I turned around to see him running in our direction along with Emmett.
When they reached us, Jake pulled me in for a fierce hug.
"I'm gonna miss you, so much," he mumbled.
He let go of me and beamed at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him warily. The stress was slowing my mind a bit down.
Jake rolled his eyes as if I had missed something obvious.
"You got in," he announced.
"So did I, by the way," Emmett chimed in.
I looked at the two of them, who were bouncing with excitement.
When I had finally decided that they were both lying to me, I turned on my heel and went to the boards myself.
I passed a few crying people and some pretty angry ones. I would most likely belong to the crying crowd.
Apparently, everyone had already taken a look at the results, since no one was paying any attention to the boards.
I expected there to be a rank list again- one for the boys and one for the girls- but that was not the case.
Instead there was just a small list of names, written neatly with a black marker.
Jasper Whitlock
Edward Masen
Rosalie Hale
Emmett McCarty
Mary-Alice Brandon
Isabella Swan
I read each of the names once.
Twice.
I inspected every letter for a third time, before I finally believed it.
I made it. After a whole year of stressing over this, training with true obsession and annoying the crap out of everyone I knew- I had finally made it.
I felt immense relief at that, although it was quickly replaced with a new wave of distress.
This was just the first step.
Sure, it was one step closer to getting what everybody here craved- but there were still a lot of steps to make.
A/N: You don't even have to act surprised. We all knew who was going to get into the program ;) The only surprise might be Robyn. I like to enter an OC every now and then. I don't even know why...
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