BPOV

I thought I could rely on Jake. Jake had been my best friend since I could remember, and we started dating our freshman year of high school. It was like those relationships you see on those stupid teen drama shows. The football player and the cheerleader. It was our senior year. Parties, tests, school work, parties, graduation, and more parties. Jake and I were on our way to the homecoming game, when he looked over at me and smiled.

"What?" I looked over at him to see him staring at me. I wiped my mouth just in case I had something on my face, nothing.

"Oh, it's nothing," he smiled again.

"Jake, seriously, what? Is there something on my face?" I checked the mirror.

"No, it's nothing. It's stupid is what it is." He looked over and winked.

I hated when he did that. He would either go to say something or stare and I would ask what he was looking at or what he was going to say and he said nothing. It was always nothing to Jake. We arrived at the field and I went to walk over to the rest of the squad, when Jake pulled me back towards him.

"What? No good luck? No kiss?" He joked.

"Sorry babe. Good luck, Jake." I stood up on tip-toes and gave him a chaste kiss.

"You too." He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead and winked. I walked over to the girls and they were all staring at me.

"WHAT? Why is everyone staring at me tonight?!" I yelled. They all laughed at me. Rosalie stood up.

"Nothing, Bella, nothing. It's just, well; Jake seems really weird about something. Emmett is noticing it too." Emmett, Rosalie's boyfriend, was best friends with Jake. They had known each other linger than I have.

"I noticed it too Rosalie. I don't know what's wrong with him. You think it's the game? Or that he's beginning to realize that we're going out separate ways? I rushed in a quick breath.

"Chill, Bella, chill. I just wanted to know if you knew anything. Emmett's worried." She looked at me and felt my head. "You look like you're gonna hurl. You alright?"

"No, I don't feel good. It's been for a week now." I took my water out of my bag and drank some. I thought if I had eaten anything that would make me sick. Nothing came to mind. I laughed at that. Nothing, Jake's favorite saying.

We practiced and did a quick jog. Around six-thirty the people started showing up. The game started around seven, we got off to a bad, no, horrible start. By the end of the first quarter we were down three touchdowns. Damn, Forks was a small town, but they had a damn good team. I saw Jake take off his helmet, and the look of disappointment on his face. He always felt like since he was the captain that he let the team down when they didn't win.

"Bella!" I looked up to see Rosalie looking at me, "you need to sit down." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I walked over to Coach Ann. She gave me my sweatshirt, water and a blanket.

"You need to sit down for the rest of the game sweetie. Sorry." And the truth was she was sorry, she wasn't like those jerk coaches who yelled, get your butt up and run! or this isn't naptime ladies! She was sincere and sweet. I gave her a little smile and watched the girls and the game. We ended up winning. Jake looked a lot happier then he did earlier.

"Hey, you alright? Why'd you sit down?" Jake half-walked, half-ran over to me.

"I got a little dizzy and they had me sit down. I'm alright now." I smiled at him.

"Alright. Want to grab something to eat?" he was always starving after a game.

"No, sorry babe. I'm not hungry, just exhausted." I looked at him through my lashes, it always got things to go my way. He looked down at me, brows furrowed.

He sighed, "Okay, I'll get you home." He kissed the top of my head and pulled me towards his side.

He pulled up in front of my house, got out of the car opened my door and took my hand to walk me to the front door. He was always the gentleman.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for the teams breakfast?" the football and cheerleading teams always had a breakfast after the homecoming game.

"Yeah, around seven? That okay?" When I looked up he was looking down at me with intensity. I felt my cheeks and neck heat up.

"That's a nice color on you baby," he chuckled and leaned down to give me a kiss. He took my bottom lip in between his and bit down on it. He lifted me off of my feet and put more intensity in the kiss.

"Jake," it was muffled on his lips, "put me down."

He smiled against my lips and put me down, "sorry babe," he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Love you."

"Love you too, Jake."