Hey, so this is my first story, hope you guys like it. I would like any type of feedback(did you like it? why or why not? what could make it better?)

I was on vacation when I came up with this idea, so I wrote it down, but if it isn't a big hit, then I don't think I will type the other chapters I have written up, so you decide the fate of this story!

Setting:

All human.

Forks is a large town with a large high school. Instead of being focused on football, like a lot of high schools are, it is focused on hockey.

The students of Forks High School are very oriented towards school spirit.

Edward is a popular senior, the star hockey player, and lead guitarist/vocalist in his band with Emmett and Jasper.

Bella is your average everyday teenage girl. She is outspoken and thoroughly involved with school clubs and activities.

Bella's last name is Swan.

Edward's last name is Cullen.

Emmett's last name is Scott.

Jasper's last name is Walker.

Alice's last name is Mason. Chris is her brother.

Rosalie's last name is Hale.

Chapter 1

I am the shit.

I won't lie.

I am the star hockey player every girl dreams about.

I am also the lead vocalist and guitarist for my band, "Pucker Up".

My best friends play hockey with me and they are also apart of the band.

If you were to look at my life without knowing me, I mean really knowing me, you would think it was perfect.

But in reality, it's not.

I am not truly happy.

My parents are married, but do they really care? No. Dad and mom come to every hockey game, but do they come to any of my gigs? Not one. Ever.

Dad was the hockey star back in his day, so, of course, I was expected to do the same.

But music is my one true passion.

Do mom and dad support my passion though? Nope. I know mom thinks I'm going through a phase, hoping this will end one day and I will be able to graduate high school, college, and go out to the real world and get a job working at an investment firm on Wall Street, but music will course through my veins each and everyday I breathe.

Don't get me wrong, I love hockey, but it would be nice if I had a little parental support.

I've had girlfriends, beautiful girls, but all of them think I want sex. Sorry girls, but if you're not the one, then you "ain't gettin' none".

I live in a beautiful house, but my family consists of four people and a dog.

There is room for 36 more people, 12 horses, a few cats, several more dogs, and even a handful of fish.

I drive one of the nicest cars in town – my dad drives the nicest – a black Maybach 57S with all the accessories courtesy of DUB.

My wardrobe consists of everything from Armani to Ralph Lauren to Calvin Klein.

My friends are my saving grace though and without them hockey would be lame and I wouldn't have my band.

It is my senior year of high school. I am ready to go off to some Ivy League university, hopefully Yale. But before I think about my future, I have to think about now. In about two hours we play our rivals, the Lakeshore Bulldogs, and I need to mentally prep.

"Boys," said Coach, pacing around the locker room, "tonight is an important night. For the seniors, tonight is your last first game of varsity, and tonight is my last first game as a coach."

We were silent. Was Coach retiring?

"So let's go out there and kick some bulldog ass." Coach put his hand in the middle of us; we all stood up, adding our fists to the middle. "Edward?" Coach looked to me, "As captain, do you have any inspirational words?"

Shit. Think, think, think!

"Ladies," there was a soft rumble of laughter. "We know what we have to do to beat Lakeshore. Let's go out there and sweep these guys for Coach."

The team murmured, "For Coach".

Coach beamed.

I continued, "We all know what our ultimate goal is: winning State. This is our first step towards that goal, let's not let the bulldogs beat us to it." By now I was grinning and I started beating the end of my stick on the ground, chanting, "Jaguars, jaguars, jaguars,"

The team joined in, "Jaguars, jaguars, jaguars,"

"Team on three!" Coach yelled, "One…two…three!"

"TEAM!"

"Let's go get 'em." With that, Coach too off jogging to the rink.

We followed him, and as we got closer to the ice we could feel the rumble of the crowd's feet in the bleachers and the cheering.

"And now, please welcome your Forks Jaguars!" I heard Stevie, the schools announcer said over the speaker system. The crowd went wild as we skated onto the ice.

Our warm up CD blared through the speakers Black Tide's, "Shockwave" pumping us up.

We skated around the rink in a single file line, each of us with a puck.

"Here comes the Lakeshore Bulldogs," Stevie said, and once the red and white jerseys appeared on the ice the stadium was shaking with "boo's".

I was full of adrenaline, Collective Soul's, "Better Now" pulsing through my veins, as I skated over to Coach.

Standing in the middle of the huddle, coach told us where he wanted everyone, "Cullen – center forward, Mills – right wing, James – left wing, Scott – left," Emmett grinned at me when Coach said his name, "Mason – right. Walker? Goal. You all know what needs to be done, team on three. One, two, three,"

We all cheered in unison, "TEAM!"

The crowd roared as we skated to our positions. I turned to look at Jasper who was in the goal, he gave me the thumbs up signal and I nodded.

The ref dropped the puck and the game began.

"Wow, what an exciting game, the bulldogs have played well, but the Jaguars are leading by 14." Stevie, the school's announcer said over the intercom, "We've got three minutes left in the game; Lakeshore has used its last timeout."

We were in a tight huddle, each player silent, Coach kneeling in the middle, also not saying anything. After a few seconds ticked by, Coach stood up and said, "Boys, take a look at that team."

All of our heads turned to look at Lakeshore.

The coach was furious, waving his hands around, pointing to different players, we could see the spit flying.

"Now that you;ve had a good look at them, take a look at us."

We met eachothers eyes, still silent.

"That," Coach gestured to Lakeshore, "will never be us. We will not be broken. We are a team. We are one, we are united. We are the Jaguars!" We all whooped and hollered, "Now go out there and finish what you started!"

We broke out of our huddle and started to our positions.

"Are ya scared?" came a deep voice I knew all too well.

"Scared of what?" I spun to face Derek Kirkland, Lakeshore's center forward.

"Scared of me burnin' your ass on the next play." He chuckled.

"Actually, no. 'Fraid not."

"I can see you shakin' in your skates," his smiled disappeared.

"Really, you can see that through all my pads and layers of clothes? You must have x-ray vision."

"Well no, but –"

I cut him off, "Exactly."

I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears, "Fuck. You."

The whistle blew and the puck was in play.

I shot it over to Patrick James, my left wing, and skated forward around Derek. I sped forward and Patrick shot it to me.

Next thing I know, I am slammed into the boards of the rink and I hear booing erupt from the crowd.

"Who's the pussy now Cullen?" I hear Derek whisper just as the whistle blows.

"Penalty, Lakeshore, number 13!" The ref said into his mic.

The crowd cheered as Derek was escorted to the penalty box.

I heard skates on ice come to a stop beside me.

"Fucking asshole," Emmett muttered, "Ed, dude, you okay?"

I stood up and brushed the ice shavings off of me. I heard the spectators clap when I stood. "Yeah, I'm just going to be a little sore in the morning."

I looked over to the bench. Coach had a worried look on his face. I gave him the thumbs up signal. He nodded and sat down.

By the time we got the game rolling again the clock had mere seconds left on it.

I was passed the puck.

Shit, no where to go, James? James is covered. Mills? Open, but to get to him I need to shoot through the defenders.

I took a breath and suddenly it was just me, the puck, and Aaron Mills.

I angled my stick toward Aaron and saw him skate into position.

The crowd was cheering, "Five, four,"

I shot the puck between the defenders and Aaron picked it up, skating full speed towards Lakeshore's goalie.

"Three, two,"

Aaron took a swing, sending the puck flying.

"One…"

The world was in slow motion.

"GOAL!"

The stadium erupted.

We sped over to Aaron and dog piled him.

I looked over to the penalty box and gave a smug salute to its occupant.

He flipped me off.

"What a great game folks, the Forks Jaguars have just beaten the Lakeshore Bulldogs 28 to 13. What a way to start the season boys." Stevie said, grinning at me from the press box.

He was just about to take his announcing mic off when I signaled for him to stop.

He looked at me confusedly.

I played air guitar and remembrance flashed across his features.

"For all you students, to celebrate this fantastic win, make your way towards Red Rover, where our very own Pucker Up will be performing tonight."

I gave Stevie a thumbs up and headed over to the huddle.

"Boys, I have nothing to say to you except, what a great way to start the season! Y'all have a relaxing weekend and I will see you bright and dearly Monday morning for practice. Bring it in." We brought our hands up to the middle, "Jaguars on three. One, two, three…"

"JAGUARS!"

When I got to the locker room I stripped off my jersey and pads, wrapping a towel around myself.

"You ready for your gig?" Emmett asked as we walked to the showers.

"I have been waiting to play at Red Rover again," I said, grinning as I stepped into the hot water.

"What about you drummer boy?" Emmet grinned at Jasper.

Jasper turned to the shower and started beating it with his fingertips, pretending he was drumming, "I think this is the first time I have ever been so pumped before a gig."

Chris Mason walked into the showers, "So, what's this thing happening at the club?"

Emmett was so proud of our band, he took it upon himself to explain the situation, "Well, we," he gestured to me and Jasper, "are in this band called Pucker Up and we are playing at Red Rover tonight." Emmett beamed.

Will laughed, "That is a clever name, who came up with it?"

"We all did, it is sort of hard to explain," Jasper said, lathering his hair with suds.

Emmett turned his shower off, wrapped a towel around his waist and asked, "So, are ya gonna come?"

Will shrugged, "I don't know. I might."

Emmett poked his head around the corner, "It's gonna be tight, you should come." He then decided to talk to all of the hockey players, "All of you guys should come. It's gonna be sick."

I turned off my shower, dried off, and started walking to my locker, "We start playing at nine. Its two bucks to get in with your school ID. I expect you are all coming?"

I heard a "yup" come from every player.

"Good."

I slipped into my jeans, fastened my belt, and pulled my shirt on. I put my Nikes on and ran my hand through my hair.

Jasper appeared next to me, "You ready?"

"Yeah. You and Emmett ready to rock n' roll?"

"Hell yeah," Emmett growled as he slammed his locker.

"Lets do it."

Meh? How was it? Continue? Should I -wink- put up one more chapter before you decide -wink-?

:)

~Schuyler