I'm back with a new story! If it's not a big hit, I won't continue it, but I'm just going to see if you guys like it, so here it is!

Queen of the Court

Chapter 1

BPOV

"Game point, ladies!" I yelled at them, as Angela, the setter, served the ball, at them. The score was 24-21, us. It's our first game of the season, and so far our team is the best in Forks High School history. The other team returned the serve, the ball got set to me, and I slammed it down on the other side, causing us to win the game.

"YES!" I yelled with a grin on my face. I high-fived everyone around, then we said good game to the other team. We got in our huddle, with our coaches smiling at us.

"Great job today, ladies. Get plenty of sleep tonight, we have another game tomorrow, and if you play as well as you did today we are sure to win." Coach Cullen said to us. Coach Cullen is the nicest teacher in the school, but can be the strictest. "Spartans on three." We put our hands in the middle of the huddle. "1, 2, 3, SPARTANS!" We yelled and pulled our hands from the middle.

"Great game, Bella." One of my teammates, Alice, said to me with a smile. She was the coaches daughter, but she is an amazing middle hitter. She may be short, be she can spike like someone that is 6 feet tall.

"Thanks, you too." I smiled back, and sat down by my bag. "Do you know what team we are playing tomorrow?" I asked her, as I started pulling off my knee pads and shoes.

"I think La Push. I heard they are really good, and super tall." She explained.

"But not good enough to defeat the mighty Spartans." I said, in my deep voice. She laughed at me, and took off her gear. I put on my Nike sandals, and stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow!" I said, as I walked out of the gym with my bag of volleyball gear.

"Bye!" She called back.

I walked out to my 1977 Grand Pix, that I fixed up. I drove home, with the radio up at full blast. I walked through the front door, and saw my dad sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper.

"Hey." I said simply, and dropped my backpack at the door.

"Where were you?" He asked, without looking up from the paper.

"Volleyball game. I told you that this morning." I answered, and looked through the fridge to find something to make for dinner.

"Oh yeah." He answered simply, not caring about it. He isn't very supportive on my decision to play volleyball. He says it's a waste of time, and I should be studying instead, even though I have straight A's. I learned a long time ago, not to ask him to come to any of my games, because he just comes up with excuses. My mother lives in Phoenix, but she only gets to come to one of my games a season. She supports my decision to be a volleyball player, and listens to me when I say what I want.

"We won, by the way." I decided to make pasta, and got out all the ingredients.

"Good job." He said with no enthusiasm. I put water on the stove, and waited for it to boil. We sat there in awkward silence, not sure what to talk about.

I finished the pasta, about fifteen minutes later, and set it in the middle of the table. I handed him a plate, and he dug in. I sat down next to him at the table, and got my serving.

"So how was work today?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Same old, same old." He chuckled lightly. "How was school?" He looked back down at the paper.

"Same old, same old." I smiled down at my pasta.

"How was volleyball?" He asked.

"Like I said, we won. I have another game tomorrow." I answered, taking a big bite of pasta.

"Again?" He didn't sound happy. I nodded. "I don't like you spending so much time playing. It's affecting your school work."

"I have straight A's! How can they get any better? And if you would just come and watch me tomorrow, you'd see how much I love it." I told him.

"No. I can't, I have to work late." He gave his usual excuse.

"Fine." I stood up from my chair, and set my dishes in the sink. I grabbed my backpack, and ran up the steps to my room. I started on my homework, when my cell phone started ringing. I picked it up without looking at the number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bella! It's Alice." She said into the phone.

"Hey! What's up?" I was surprised she even had my number.

"Well, since tomorrow is Friday, and we have a tournament on Saturday morning, I was wondering if you could come spend the night tomorrow night? The whole team is going to be there, and it'll just be after the game tomorrow." She said really fast.

"Sure! I'll be there!" I said back.

"Okay! I'll see you tomorrow." She said and hung up.

The next day went very fast, until the volleyball game. I was pumped and ready to beat La Push.

We went through warm ups, and gathered around the coach.

"Okay, ladies. Let's win this one. That's pretty much my speech. Spartans on three. 1, 2, 3. SPARTANS!" We yelled, and six of us ran onto the court. We won the first set, and they won the second set. We had one more point for us to win, and they had the serve. A tall native american girl, served the ball hard, and the ball got bumped to Angela, the setter, and she set it to me. I hit it right on the line, and we won the game.

The crowd erupted in cheers, as the team jumped up and down and screamed. We said good game to them, and went got in out huddle.

"Great job! I hope you see you guys tonight at my house, and for the tournament tomorrow. We do need to work a little bit on calling the ball, but other then that we did amazing. Spartans on three. 1, 2, 3, SPARTANS!" We yelled.

"Hey, Bella, when are you coming over?" Alice asked.

"When should I?" I took off my shoes.

"Whenever." She answered with a smile.

"Okay, I'll just run home and grab my stuff, and go over. Is that okay?" I put my stuff in my bag, and stood up.

"Yep. That's perfect." She said, and skipped out of the gym.

"Hey." Someone said behind me. I turned around and saw a huge native american guy, who looked like he was seven feet tall.

"Hey. Do I know you?" I asked curiously. He didn't look familiar.

"No, but I just wanted to say you did awesome out there." He smiled at me.

"Thanks." I smiled back.

"I'm Jacob, by the way. Jacob Black." He held out his hand, and I shook it.

"Bella." I answered his unasked question.

He handed me a small slip of paper. I looked down at it, and there was seven digits on it. I looked up at him curiously.

"Call me." He grinned at me, and backed out of the gym. I stuck the piece of paper in my backpack and walked out to my car. I drove home, grabbed my stuff, and drove over to the Cullen residence. I've been to their house once before, and it had to be the biggest house in Forks. No doubt they were the richest people in Forks. I pulled up into their long driveway, and hopped out. There were a few cars already there. I knocked on the door, and there he was. The man of my dreams. A tall, muscular guy, with bronze hair and deep green eyes.

"Hi." He grinned at me.

"Hi." I smiled back.

"Come on in, the girls are waiting for you." He said. He obviously lives here, so that means it's going to be a long night.

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