Chapter One

Brown Eyed Girl

"Honk! Honk! Emmett. Get a move on. We're running late, man!" Jasper yelled as he stuck his head out the window of his aunt's rusty Bel Air. Seconds later, Emmett came slamming out his front door, barefoot, carrying his bag of equipment on one shoulder.

"Couldn't find one of my cleats for shit man; my little sister was propping up the leg of her desk with it!" Emmett shoved his bag through the back window of Jasper's car, and then climbed into the front seat. "Did you say "honk, honk"? What's wrong with your horn now? I thought Jake fixed it."

"Your buddy Jake doesn't know shit about fixing cars. I don't know why you sent me to that piece of shit mechanic."

Emmett huffed as he stuffed his foot into his smelly socks, the ones he's worn every game since the beginning of the season. "He's sixteen and just learning the ropes. He's the cheapest guy out there. What'd he charge you, huh?"

"Nothin'. But that's not the point. He was supposed to fix it."

"It worked fine yesterday. It must be somethin' you're doing." A honk came from the car directly behind them.

Jasper stuck his head out the window and looked back at the T-Bird revving impatiently. "Cullen! You go on to school, and meet with coach. I'll pick up Eric, then Emm and I are gonna head to school. See ya in ten."

The cherry red T-Bird honked again and peeled out in a cloud of dust. Jasper waved his hand as he coughed, trying to clear the cloud of dust from in front of him. "Cullen's such a fucking hot dog."

"Always was, always will be. That's just who he is. Known him since kindergarten and he is exactly the same, only bigger."

"Yeah, so full of himself, he thinks the world revolves around him. Someday someone's gonna bring him down a peg or two."

Emmett shook his head in defense of his best friend, who was almost as close to him as a brother. "Don't gripe on him just cause Jessica picked him over you."

"He stole her from me, popped her cherry and then ditched her. She was crying on my cousin's shoulder yesterday. Cullen's an asshole."

"Jess' cherry been popped. I think her cousin did it when she was twelve. She's been around the bases more times than I can count."

Jasper scowled at him as they pulled up in front of Eric's house. "That's not nice to say, man. Gentlemen don't talk about girls, no matter how loose they are."

"She's loose all right. And this ain't Texas, and I'm no gentleman, Jasper."

"Yeah, I know. That's why there ain't no way in hell I'm putting in a good word to my cousin Rosie about you. She deserves better than you Port Angeles pricks."

Eric got in the back seat just as Emmett popped Jasper on the arm; he would have done it harder but he knew coach would kill him if he injured Jasper before tonight's game. "Hey, dick! I'd treat Rosie like a queen. There's a mile of difference between her and someone like Jess."

"There ain't no difference. Jess is a pretty girl too, with a good heart. You guys just use her. You ain't got no respect."

"What's wrong with you man? You in love with Jess?" Eric asked.

"Nah. I like her a lot though. She's really smart and funny and just plain nice. So what if she likes fooling around? Y'all do. I do. Cullen does."

"Yeah. Us guys are supposed to like it. Only bad girls like sex." Emmett said and Eric grunted in agreement.

"Jess is a good girl. She's just looking for love, you know. Someone to care about. I feel like she doesn't get a lot of that from her family." He muttered softly to himself.

It was twilight when they pulled up to the field of green; bright, white lights shining in the chilly October evening. The air was electric with excitement. Jasper and Emm could feel the excitement vibrating, like a living thing, it washed over them, and raced up their spine. They took deep breaths of anticipation, and let it out in big white puffs. They jogged over to Coach Jenkins and his golden boy, Edward Cullen.

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EPOV

She was fine. I mean fine, with a capital F. The first thing I noticed about her was her long legs and fine round ass; so plump, so juicy, it was not the typical skinny chick's ass. No siree. Coupled with those long legs and her long brown hair, she just about drove me crazy when I first laid eyes on her. It was just minutes before the game was gonna start and I was concentrating on some plays that coach and I had been working on when I heard Mikey suck in and murmur "Looky, looky there."

My head whipped around just in time to see her as she stepped off the bottom stair of the team bus and onto the dusty patch that had been created by endless foot traffic. Her long, shapely legs, just made for leering at, were bare except for the short ankle socks tucked into white skips. As she strolled on by, we all stared dumbfounded. Then holy hell, we all got a look at that world class backside, barely covered by the short white pleated skirt. There was a moment of reverent silence as we took it all in, fuck it was perfect. Not big, but generous, the swell and perfect curve of it calling to our dicks. Tyler, our tail chasing running back, let out a long, low, wolf whistle, as she made it across the field and caught up with another Bruins cheerleader. "Fresh meat!" He growled.

Yeah, she was new to the team; I'd certainly never seen her before. Believe me, I would not have forgotten if I'd ever seen her before. What on earth did they put in that water over there in that little podunk town of Forks, Washington? Their cheerleaders outclassed ours by a country mile, they always have. But this one, this one was all that and a hell of a lot more. She was beyond the pale, she even outclassed her own teammates. The ass, the legs, the long brown hair, it was as if all my requirements had been met in one sweet package.

An hour or so later, just minutes before the end of the fourth quarter, I saw her again. She was right on the other side of the field; shaking that ass as though she was aiming to throw me off my game. I tried to listen to what coach was saying but all I could think about was that round ass, I wanted to squeeze it as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I wanted to bite it, while she was on all fours, waiting for me to fuck her from behind.

Coach Jenkins kept talking but I didn't register shit, how could I? When there she was, just over yonder, mere yards away, jumping up and down; distracting me from my game. The little white pleated skirt flying high and then low and then high again; showing off her fine, fuckable self in those tight white panties, I near lost my shit.

Yeah, she was shaking those pom-poms, whipping the long brown ponytails and shimmying her little heart out. The Bruins were a shit team. Their quarterback, James "rich boy" Anders, sucked, but fuck if they didn't have the best secret weapon in history. That new sixteen year old cock-teasing cheerleader was the closest thing to win time glory that the Bruins were ever gonna get. Hell, I know I wasn't the only one looking at that chick's ass. Guys were adjusting their dicks left and right. Her tits weren't as big as the other Bruins cheerleaders, but they were big enough; big enough to fit perfectly in my hands and mouth. I got hard just thinking of sucking on those sweet peaches, couldn't take my mind off it.

We almost lost the game that night. And we fucking needed that win to clinch the division. I swear god almighty must have been on our side, cause for sure my pussy-obsessed brain was not in that game at all. I threw the football, not thinking about anything other than plotting how I was going to get a hold of that sweet ass and pump it. Jasper caught the ball despite the fact that it went wide. His touchdown was a fucking miracle. Emm was our usual go to guy, our ace in the hole, but he was limping from a well-placed Bruins cleat to the hamstring earlier in the game. In fact I'm pretty sure that was Jasper's first touchdown of the season, even he looked surprised when he crossed into the end zone.

I was mad as hell when the team surrounded me and hoisted me up on their shoulders. There was no way I was going to let her get back on the team bus and disappear before I could talk to her and get her number. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't see her again for weeks, and that would not be fucking cool. Struggling out of my teammates' grasp took too fucking long, but once I did my eyes were searching her out. And there she was, walking to the bus with that loser James.

"Hey, hey, wait!" I yelled out as I jogged over to them. "Good game, man." I reached out to shake James' hand. He hadn't been that good but I had to say something.

"Congratulations, Cullen." He shook my hand and quickly let go to reach out for the girl's hand, staying her as she made a move to walk to the bus by herself. "I guess the Northwest Championship trophy belongs to the P.A. Panthers for the second year in a row."

I smiled, but only with my mouth, I was hoping that she wasn't his girl. "We haven't won it all yet, Anders. We still have to face the Tacoma Tigers."

"Oh, you know you'll beat them. Marcus Brent's arm ain't shit compared to yours."

"Fuck man. That's nice of you to say." I knew what he said was true, I deserved the praise but I never expected stuck up James to offer it.

He smiled with all his straight white teeth showing. "I have to tell it like it is, you know. Can't deny you've got a future in professional football. Me, I've got a future at Dartmouth."

I wasn't sure if it was a jab or not, but I planned to jab right back. "Well then, I just might see you there." I smiled at him and then at the brown-eyed beauty. Her eyes looked into mine then back down at her skips as she toed the dusty ground. I tried to hold her gaze but her eyes never looked directly into mine for more than a second. Damn, if she wasn't gorgeous. She had pretty caramel brown eyes, just made for smiling up at me as she sucked me off. And she had the perfect pink pout, so damn sweet. Yeah, baby, just right for sucking. "I applied to Dartmouth, it's my first choice."

Brown eyes looked up and then down again. I looked back at James who looked mildly confused, his brow arching questioningly. "I heard through the grapevine that USC's been trying to talk to you."

"Yeah, but I've got to keep my options open. My dad had a future in baseball. Yankees courted him until he broke his pitching arm. He graduated from NYU and now he's a V.P. at the First Bank of Seattle. He told me I got to keep my eyes on the prize you know? I can't get swayed by the glamour. You never know what the future might bring."

"But Dartmouth is hard to get into." James said condescendingly, as if I didn't know it was Ivy League. I kinda wanted to punch him…hard.

"Can't be that hard, you're going." I joked, but not really joking.

He grinned confidently. "That's only cause my old man's an alum. And he's got the bucks." Yeah, his old man had millions of bucks; more than enough to buy this dumbass an undeserved spot at Dartmouth.

"Yeah, well I've got the grades, the arm, and my own connections. My uncle Carlisle graduated from Dartmouth Medical School in '59. His father-in-law is on the Board." Brown eyed girl smiled at me and then quickly looked away.

"Oh." James sputtered and then clammed up. I mean what could the dick say? He tried to make me look bad and he ended up looking like a jackass.

"This your girl?" I asked him, noticing how he kept holding her hand, and how she kept letting him.

Before he could answer, she piped up, those big brown eyes snapping wide open, glaring into and holding mine. Finally! "I'm my mother's girl." she said in a faint New York accent.

"Well, well. What have we here? Pretty brown eyes can speak. Are you really as tough as you sound?"

She sneered at me. "Nope. Tougher." And she pulled away from James and walked to the Bruin's bus.

"Wow." I hummed as I stared after her. "Looks like I've just found the girl of my dreams."

James looked after her and then turned and frowned at me. "Isabella and I are dating, Cullen."

I turned to him, the smile still on my face. "Doesn't sound like it to me. Sounds like Isabella just told me she's not your girl."

"She's just being snippy; all that new women's liberation nonsense. Her mom's a journalist for some east coast commie rag. They're leading protests for women's rights. But Isabella's my girl, no matter what you might think." James was not going to let go too easily. He obviously was going to have to be convinced.

I let out a sharp laugh. "We'll see, Anders, we'll see."

He came up close to me, toe to toe, his face inches away from mine. "What the fuck do you mean, we'll see? Lay off. I told you she's mine." If I was someone else I might be intimidated. But, I knew I could kick his ass with my hands tied behind my back. "She's mine."

I pretended to think on it, cocking my head to the side and pursing my lips. "You know what? Tomorrow's Saturday. I just might find the time to drive to Forks to visit my Uncle Carlisle and my Aunt Esme. Come to think of it I haven't seen them in a while."

"You show your ass in Forks, and you just might get that broken arm." He threatened.

In two seconds flat I'd grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back, making him buckle to his knees."Really, motherfucker? You and what army? I'll fucking kick your ass and make you thank me for the lesson, so don't even try and talk shit." Then I let him go before he started crying. "Why don't you try being a man and see who wins her, dickhead?"

"Fuck you. She's mine and if she knows what's good for her she'll tell you exactly that." He said as he rose back up to stand.

I stepped up to him, ready to kick his ass right here and now. "What? Are you gonna try your shitty intimidating tactics on her too? Cause if you do, you're as good as dead."

"I don't have to intimidate Isabella." He spluttered, rubbing his sore arm. "Compared to me you're a big nothing. All you got going for you is your arm, man. She's never going to even look at you, so leave her alone and fuck off."

"We'll just see about that, you fuckface. I'll be in Forks bright and early." And with that I ran over to the Bruins school bus. Just like James, it was looking the worse for wear; it's torn, "GO BRUINS" banner flapping in the wind. I jogged up the steps, and did a quick eye search until I spotted her three seats back on the left.

"See you in Forks tomorrow, beautiful Isabella," I called out. The low murmurs stopped and all was quiet and I could hear her sharp gasp. I gave her a wink and headed off the bus. In my periphery I saw James walking towards the bus and I couldn't help but chuckle. The guy was full of shit. Brown eyed girl was never his.

I jogged over to Emm and Jasper and the rest of the guys who were still celebrating. "Let's drive up to Seattle and celebrate our victory!" Jasper shouted, already half drunk from the cheap bottle of gin they were passing around. Coach Jenkins was turning a blind eye to the gin drinking. He was on the other side of the field, talking to some donors.

"Hey, coach." I hollered. "These guys are thinking of heading to Seattle. Don't we have practice in the morning?"

Coach came over, still grinning from ear to ear, basking in the glow of our victory. "Nah! You guys deserve a sleep in. We'll practice in the afternoon. But no one goes to Seattle, hear me? I don't want anyone getting in an accident and making us miss the play-offs. Got that?" Coach looked them in the eye, one by one. And the guys all nodded.

I heard the faint drone of the Bruins bus as it pulled away and I ran over to the '56 T-Bird convertible that Carlisle had passed down to me on my last birthday. I revved the engine and chased the yellow bus. I caught it at the second streetlight and pulled up alongside, spotting Isabella as she leaned against the clear glass, looking up at the stars. I honked my horn a few times before she looked over, an expression of surprise lighting her face. "Tomorrow, beautiful Isabella." I shouted and I made a right turn and headed for home.