On The Ball.
Hey guys, this is my new Fan Fiction. Don't worry i will carry on with When She Arrives'. But both are now going to be updated simultaneously. I have been playing around. With idea for a long time now and just though a proverbial 'Fuck it' and wrote the first chapter. It has all of my guilty pleasure linked in. Sports, Cars, and some Amazing Music. Lovess. Rated M- Mature. Don't own anything.
Jones'Miss.
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Well, I thought I should start with a little explanation. Bella Swan is confident, and knows what she wants. She plays Soccer, and has played since she was 6, she played in a women's high school team until it was cut at the beginning of her Sophomore year, she Bella and her friend Megan tried out for the boys team, they got in, now she is moving to Forks, where girls play girls sports and boys get muddy running around the soccer pitch. Bella gets immediate prejudice when she said she wants to play, but will she be able to prove them wrong, or does another problem arise.
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So this is chapter 1. The opener.
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On The Ball.
Chapter 1.
Drizzle. If I had one word to describe the transition from lovely, warm, sunny Phoenix, to dull, green, overcast Forks. Yes I know there is a long way between Arizona to Washington, but I feel like I have gone from one extreme to the other. Right now sitting between and old man, that I get that weird sixth sense tingly feeling, that he may be taking a little too much interest in me, or more specifically my tits. On my left side a majorly good-looking boy, sorry, Adolescent.
Wavy 'I-don't-care' sandy blonde hair that's long enough to grab a good handful of, flopping down over his eyes. His eyes, Oh my God, his eyes, and the brightest oceanic blue eyes you have ever seen. And a care free lazy grin plastered on his face round off that, but his body is another kettle of fish. Broad shoulders, with a lean but sculpted chest, his legs were obviously long with his knees cramped and pressed against the seat in front, stupid economy. He must reach about 6" 2 or over and the tan dusting his skin finished of his look.
He dressed well as well, dirty, dusty scuffed timberland, distressed jeans and a light brown polo, and a cowboy hat placed on his lap.
And I got that all from the single recommended 5 second appraising glance you give to all fit lads, I know. Be impressed.
As I turned on my iPod I noticed him glancing over at me. I hoped I looked ok. I mean I had long brunette hair that tumbled down my back in it natural ringlets, a 5" 6 athletic frame, long legs and a thin waist to match an ample chest and full lips. My brown eye shone in the light and had a doe-like innocence effect on many people, but looks can be deceiving. I closed my eye as I continued to listen to my guilty pleasure, Hollywood Undead. I put on 'Young' and cranked the volume up and let them overtake my senses.
Somehow through all the swearing and dirty baselines they manage to relax me and calm me down. Especially if I am stressed or angry. Plus their songs are always good fun to listen to. So, taking a deep cleansing breath I looked over what has to come for me. Today is Sunday I arrive and unpack, get ready from tomorrow, my first day at Forks High. I would have to pack my soccer bag and dress to impress. I'm thinking great pair of skinny jeans, or maybe a skirt, or a-
My headphone was pulled out of my ear, you disturb my music, and you face my wrath. I turned to see, hot blonde guy smirking at me with my head phone in his opposite ear. How Rude?! How dare he use my music, if he wants to listen he should buy his own damn stuff, anyway he would never like my music he probably likes B2K and Ciara, ughh.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask frustrated.
"Well, I was curious as what you were listening to" He answered with a slight Texan accent.
"Well?"
"Good choice." Simple and Precise, but that just pissed me off.
"Pardon, who the fuck do you think you are? You-. "He interrupted me.
"Sorry to stop that train of thought. Jasper Whitlock. And you are...?" Obviously wanted me to carry on and answer him, well he should have to work for it, after all he did steal my headphone.
"Out of your League." I answered in a deadpan Voice, keeping my face emotionless, to show I was telling the truth. To my surprise he chuckled.
"Well, you have the dirtiest music choice I have ever met in a girl before." The song had changed on my personal play list to 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails. I really do like this song, plus it always has this uncanny ability to get me hot.
"Good to know. But do you like the music?"
"Definitely." He answered staring straight into my eyes. Well, I was not expecting that.
"Bella Swan. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." I just couldn't hold out on him again.
"Bella, Beautiful. Fitting. Do you always listen to music like this?"
"Yes, Hollywood Undead, Nine Inch Nails, Three Days Grace, YouMeAtSix, All Time Low, Linkin' Park, Theory of a Dead man and Panic At The Disco, Hawthorne Heights, The Spill Canvas, The Academy Is... More Of course." I answer quickly listing of a few of my favourites.
"Nice."
"Uhuh. So, tell me 'bout yourself Jasper." I asked with curiosity.
"Born in Dallas, Texas. Grew up in a town called Wichita Falls, on a ranch. My parents got a divorce and I moved to Forks with my dad, where he fell in love with my friend, Roses' mum. We are now step-siblings, but fight like the real thing. I'm gonna be a junior tomorrow. I'm on the boys Soccer Team; we win the Championship every year with our Captain. Edward Cullen, one of my best friends is the captain. My friends are, Emmett McCarty, build with 100% muscle, absolutely massive but a damn good teddy bear, and loyal as fuck. Rosalie Hale, my step-sister also Emmett's Girlfriend, Blonde, tall, blue eyed, real life Barbie, but with an awesome attitude, also loves cars. Her BMW is her pride. Edward. Well, he's a good mate, got abit of an ego, but still loyal as fuck. He would like you actually. Brunettes are his thing. And last but not least is Alice Cullen, twin of Edward. But could not be any further apart in looks. She is my little Pixie, and I adore her. What 'bout you Arizona?"
Well that was a lot to take in. I guess I will find out tomorrow, although I would put money on that they are very popular.
"Well I was born in Forks, when I was 2 my parent spilt and I moved with my mum to Phoenix. I have stayed there and visited Charlie on Occasion. I Freshman Year I player Women's Varsity Soccer, the Sophomore year the team got cut and my best friend Megan and I, decided we still wanted to play and played in the Men's Varsity team and I an moving to Forks now and you do have a men's team so I'll just join." As I finished, Jasper burst out laughing.
"You... Soccer... Men?!"
"Are you quiet finished!?"
How dare he, I snatched my iPod back and turned to the front bringing my knees up to my chest and staying there for the whole flight. I was seething for all of it, but by the end I had calmed down especially as HU did their job. The plane had landed the next time I looked up so I turned my iPod off.
"Look I'm Sorr—. " Jasper started but never got to finish.
"Keep it, Dick."
I got up and pushed past him bumping shoulders, Hard.
Stomping off the plane, pushing past as many people as I can. Reaching baggage reclaim, I waited still seething with anger. My Leopard Print, pink edged suitcase coming towards me on the conveyor belt; I squeezed through to the front to pick it up. Pulling it easily of the conveyor belt and take a step to spin and leave quickly, as I already had my Nike hold-all. I turned and saw the one person I really did not want to see. Jasper. I glared quickly and waited for him to move out of the way. When he didn't it just wound me up just that bit more.
"Move" I implored. "Please." I added after I Huffed. This boy really had pissed me off. He insults my passion, my life.
Jasper moved out of the way, but a smug grin on his face. I exhaled loudly and passed him making my way towards the exit and my dad.
Charlie Swan, my Father, Chief of Police in Forks. I love my dad, with his dark brown eyes and thick curly hair; he really is a great father figure. I may not have seen much of him, but he never treated me anything less than his little girl. He would buy me simple things like ice-cream rather than meaningless gifts like jewellery, and make-up. I could buy that myself, in which I have.
I spotted him and ran over screaming 'dad' as I went. He turned immediately and a massive smile appeared on his face. He knew about my Soccer, and he told me to go for the men's team, they could use another good striker, rather than Mike Newton. Unlike my mother he tried to make it to as many games as he could and he always kept to his promises.
"Baby Girl, you are so beautiful, how was your flight?"
"Good thanks, I missed you Dad." Throwing myself to him for another hug.
"I missed you to, Baby girl." Baby Girl, was my dad's nickname for me.
"I have a surprise for you though." He exclaimed, you his hands to get his point across.
We walked out to the car park, as walking out I glared at a retreating head of blonde hair. I was so caught in what I was doing that I didn't see my dad stop, or hear him taking.
I turned around to see him stood there next to a car, well not a car, a piece of amazing machinery and art. The car that I have been dreaming about since it came out earlier this year. The low-riding body along with corners and joint made to precision and perfection, this car, was amazing, the fiery orange definitely stood out and the black engine cover made the contrast so... so... Indescribable. The long sleek body just begged for me to run my finger over. This car is a master piece, and the last in the series. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SuperVeloce (SV) is the last very Murciélago to be made, and the most amazing. The two door roadster made my heart beat faster.
"Well..." Charlie prompted.
"I am so envious of the person that owns that beauty."
"You have not listened to a word I said, have you." Charlie paused before carrying on. "The car is a welcome home present for me... to you, Bells"
I was astounded, how he got it, why did he get it; he is so amazing to me.
"Thank you dad." I choked out before flinging my arms around him and squeezing the life out of him.
"Well I'll put your bags in the cruiser and you can take her back to Forks, as we are in Seattle. You also might want some keys seeing as I have a feeling you would be going a little bit faster than that old thing" He said pointing his hands towards the Police Cruiser parked a little way from the Lambo.
He threw a set of keys a me on a key chain. The key chain was a simple silver piece with a bit 'B' is the middle making it stand out, it had 3 keys one. One to the Murc, Another to the house, and lastly a smaller one I guessed it was my school locker key.
"Locker key. Is the little one." He said pointing towards the small key in my palm.
I said my thank you graciously and look back to the car, my car, my dream car. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while climbing into the driver's seat. The bucket seats of the Lambo made the ride more comfortable. Since there was no radio in the car I put my head phones in and picked my favourite playlist, not pressing play though. I turned the ignition key slowly almost expecting it to not work, but it did, it purred to life, with the sound of a tiger she slowly pulled out of the space and I headed towards the exit, pressing play on my iPod along the way.
I was on the highway, and travelling along at the average speed of 80 mph, which was nothing for what the Murc can do. All of a sudden a small shiny Volvo pulled out from behind me, he had been tailing me since I got out of the airport, and now what to try and over take me, foolish boys.
I let the pass me, and they started to speed up taking more cars, well I wasn't having that. I pulled out into the fast lane and pressed down on the gas pedal, the Murc instantly reacted with what can only be described as a guttural moan and picked up easily jumping to 100 catching up with those amateurs what my baby can do. I pushed a little farther easily going to 120 mph, cars in front of my seemed to flit to the lane on the road. Soon i was right behind the Volvo; i wasn't going to flash him to get them to move over, I was going to wait, wear the driver down, staying about a cars' length away from him.
After about a minute the Volvo pulled into the next lane, i pressed on the accelerator pushing easily back up to 100 instead of the 70 mph cruising speed. I passed them quickly and made my way into Forks and Headed for the address Charlie told me.
Parking in front of the quaint white house, i wondered again how Charlie paid for this car, seeing as it is £190,000 in British pounds for it.
I stepped out, opened to door to the house as i turned around to close the door and Shiny Silver Volvo passed the house speeding. I smirked closed the door, climbed to stairs two at a time, found the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth, obviously with the appropriate type of brush.
Found my bedroom and took of my sweater and jeans so i was in a thin tank top and boy shorts i climbed under the covers and fell asleep in minutes.
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Well that's Chapter one the Opener.
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Thanks, Review. Please
Jones'Miss.
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