Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters associated with Twilight. I just like to play with them.
"Oh god, look at that bum!" Alice muttered incoherently to herself.
"Look at his arms!" Rosalie squeaked in return.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my hood further over my head in an attempt to shield myself further from the rain and tune them out at the same time. This is what my Wednesday afternoons had become. Every Wednesday, rain or shine, I would be dragged along to watch my two best friends, Alice and Rose, drool over the school football team. Two in particular in the shape of Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarthy.
"You two do realise you're perving on each other's brothers, right?" I chipped in, mildly disgusted but mostly amused.
"Bella, do not be vile. Anyway, with Rose as a sister Jasper is bound to have some killer genes!" Alice winked at me and Rose giggled, basking in the compliment she had just been paid.
There was a roar from the small crowd of dedicated fans that had gathered at the side of the pitch as I watched our star striker, Mike Newton, get dragged down in the penalty area. "Come on, Ref!" I moaned along with the crowd, "That's a penalty if I ever saw one."
"You are so weird. You're happy to come along and actually watch the game in the rain but not actually watch them? Something is definitely wrong with you," Rosalie muttered under breath.
So I liked sport. Sue me.
"Come on Rose, you know Rugby players are more my type." I stuck my tongue out at the girls and this time it was their turn to roll their eyes at me.
A cheer erupted as the penalty was awarded and Mike scored easily after the goalie dived in the wrong direction. The boys won the game easily with a score of 3-0 and everybody was in high spirits at the end of the match, despite the rain.
"Incoming," I warned as I watched Jasper and Emmett saunter over to us, eyeing up Alice and Rose on their way over. I watched as Alice and Rose checked each other over, smoothing their hair, which was still in perfect condition after being shielded by their umbrella's for the last ninety minutes. "Well played guys. But I must say only 3-0 to Port? Come on, I was expecting better than that!" I joked to the guys as they stopped in front of us.
"We were going easy on them!" Emmett retorted quickly.
"Didn't want to embarrass them you see, Swan." Jasper added cockily, oblivious to the affect he was having on poor Alice who was falling to pieces in front of him.
"Yeah, yeah..." I replied, laughing. "Anyway guys I will leave you four two it," I said pointedly at Al and Rose. I hated sticking around and being the 5th wheel around those guys. They may not have actually been together, but it was still painful to watch them shamelessly flirt. "I'll see you in the car park, okay guys?" I waited for a distracted nod from Alice until I started to wander down the field back towards the school.
Alice and I had been best friends since the first day of year 7 when she approached me and told me that we were going to be great friends. I laughed at her, thinking she was a little weird but who could refuse her offer of friendship? She was the bubbliest girl I knew and she was just impossible to dislike. Rose came a little later. After spending the first three years of school shooting her glares from across the canteen because Alice said she got a 'bad vibe' from her, at the beginning of year 10, she was seated next to me in French and we hit it off immediately. I introduced her to Alice and she loved her, of course. I asked Al a few days later what made her change her mind about Rosalie. "She's an Aries," she told me, as if I was missing something huge. "And...?" I dared to ask her. Big mistake. "Bella! You don't question the stars." Alice had squeaked back to me in return with a look that said, 'okay I was wrong, don't fucking rub it in, okay?'. From then onwards we had been inseparable; the three musketeers. We'd shared broken hearts and crushes, gotten drunk for the first time together, gotten high for the first time together, we all went to our year 11 prom together and we all knew each other's ideas of our ideal men. Jasper and Emmett were their perfect matches; they just hadn't got their asses in to fifth gear yet when it had come to wooing them. It would come though, and when it did...well good luck to the boys.
I heard somebody call my name and turned just before I reached my car door to see Mike running towards me. "Hey," I greeted him as he reached me.
"Hey Bella," He responded, a little out of breath.
"Great goal at the end there," I made conversation, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He smiled a big toothy grin at me in response to my comment.
"Cheers! I heard you shouting from the sideline to the ref," He chuckled to himself before continuing, "You really like football then? I, uh, well; I actually have some tickets to see the England game next weekend. I, um, well..." Uh oh. I could see where this was going. I'd put him out of his misery.
"I actually prefer Rugby." Players, I added mentally. Mike was sweet, but he just wasn't my guy. I watched as his smile dropped marginally from his face. Whoops, maybe I was a little short. "But hey, if you ever get tickets for and England V All Blacks game then I am there." I joked, feeling slightly better about turning him down now as I watched his smile return.
"Definitely. See you around, Bella!" He was already walking away from my car and out of the school gates before I had the chance to answer. Thank God.
"Bella," I winced as I heard the sing song in Alice's voice. Oh shit. They had seen the Newton thing.
"I thought rugby players were more your type," Rose smirked as she joined me.
"You know they are!" I somewhat whined, I couldn't deal with an interrogation from these two. "I turned him down, you shitheads." I insulted them affectionately.
"Aww Bells, I could almost see his heart breaking." Alice sighed almost sympathetically.
"He is such a little puppy dog." Rose responded, already bored with the conversation. I unlocked the door to my truck and slid in the side as Rose and Alice slid in the other side. It was a squeeze, but seeing as neither of them had passed their tests yet it would have to do for the time being. "So, I asked Emmett out." Rose said nonchalantly whilst inspecting her nails, sneaky grin in tow. I almost stalled the truck in shock.
"What?" I asked, stunned at her calmness in the situation.
"Oh it was brilliant, B," Alice sighed, "She just turned around to him and said 'are you going to ask me out or not then?' and he stood there all speechless just staring at her tits like he always does and she just said 'meet me at the shoes at 8. I like red roses and don't like being stood up' and then she grabbed me and just walked away!' Alice finished and gazed at Rose, admiring her courage. I half glanced at Rose, attempting to keep one eye on the small country lane I was driving down.
"So?" I asked. She just shrugged. What a bitch, she knew I wanted details! "What gave?" I asked a moment later, exasperated.
"I just got so sick of waiting, you know? I mean I see him staring at me every day and he just does nothing. God knows how long I'd be waiting if I waited for him to ask me." I had to give it to her, I was impressed. I pulled into the curb by Rose's house.
"So ring us tonight and give us details, okay?" Rose snorted.
"Of course I will, you idiots. Got to run and make myself look pretty for my man, love you!" she called as she was already half way down her driveway. I giggled and pulled away again, heading towards Alice's and my house. As I pulled up in my drive I heard Alice sigh beside me.
"What's up Ali?"
"Why can't I be like that? Why can't I just ask Jasper?" She looked up at me sadly. It broke my heart to see her so down over something as trivial as a boy.
"Because nobody is quite like Rose!" I paused to giggle, "Al, he's crazy about you! Everyone sees it. You just wait. He'll ask you eventually."
"You're sure?" She asked hopefully.
"Pcht, have I ever given you reason to doubt me?" In a second Alice had her tiny arms wrapped around my neck in a stupidly hard embrace. For somebody that tiny she should not be that strong. We exited the truck at the same time and blew kisses to each other as we crossed our respective gardens and reached our houses, which were coincidently next to each other.
"How was it?"
"Did he bring you flowers?"
"Did he kiss you? He did, didn't he."
"Was he a good kisser?"
"Eww, Bella! I don't wanna know if my brother is a good kisser thank you very much!"
"Oops, sorry, Al," I mumbled, forgetting momentarily that Emmett was her brother. "Where the hell was our phone call last night?!" I questioned Rose again.
"Alright give me a bloody chance, jeez! In order of your questions; 1) Wonderful," her eyes went all soft, "2) What do you take me for? I'm a lady, and ladies do not kiss and tell." Alice snickered.
"That means yes." Rose elbowed her in the ribs.
"And thirdly, hell yes!" Rosalie collapsed into fits of giggles with us, earning a stern glare from our form tutor.
"Ladies, do I need to remind you that this is form time. Not a mothers meeting." Mr. Smith grumbled angrily to us.
"No, sir," we all replied in unison, surprising giggles and smiling sweetly in his direction. Rose continued in a hushed voice. "I didn't get a chance to call, I got back really late."
"Oh dear god, Rose, you didn't fuck him did you?" I questioned.
"No!" She whisper shouted at me, "but oh boy, I do not know how I restrained myself." She licked her lips suggestively and raised her eyebrows at Alice who had her fingers in her ears, blocking Rosalie's voice. "Oh come off it, when you're fucking my brother I won't complain so you are not allowed to moan about this!" She put it plainly to Alice who couldn't argue and simply kept her mouth shut whilst Rosalie spent the last 5 minutes of form graphically describing exactly what she and Emmett did do last night.
As we left our form room, I watched as Rose walked over to Emmett and greeted him enthusiastically, for all to see.
"I give it a week until they're at it like bunnies," I laughed to Alice.
"Fiver?"
"You're on." As I shook Alice's hand I couldn't help but think she was disagreeing with me just for the fact that she didn't like the idea of her brother shagging her best friend, rather than the fact that she believed Rosalie would hold out on her brother's charms for more than a week.
I slumped into my seat in Bio at the back of the class begrudgingly as I listened to Mr. Banner lecture us of the difference between prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells. I heard a knock and the door open and looked up in the hope that it would be a reason for me to leave the classroom. Maybe my truck had caught fire and caused an explosion. Or maybe there had been a chemical spillage in a chemistry lab and we'd all have to evacuate the building. As I watched the door open I literally felt my jaw drop.
Holy mother of Jesus Christ. Thank you, God!
In the doorway stood the single most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life. He must have been 6 foot easily, and you could see his arms bulging from his shirt in the sexiest way. His hair was damp from the rain outside and a single strand hung in front of his eyes. He ran his hands through his copper hair, making eye contact with me as he did so. Oh dear God, his eyes. Sweet baby Jesus his eyes! They were an emerald green colour and he stared straight back at me. I kicked myself internally for being so fucking obvious and glanced away briefly, attempting to pull myself together. Mr. Banner cleared his throat to get the guys attention and the tips of his cheeks seemed to turn the palest colour of pink.
"Erm, sorry I'm late, Sir. I'm new." He's American. His accent is gorgeous. He is gorgeous.
"Very, well, take a seat." I glanced around quickly and realised the seat next to me was the only free one in the whole room. I glanced back down at my book but watched from beneath my lashes as he slowly approached my desk and placed his bag at his feet and sat next down next to me. Oh god he smells so good. Like rain and cigarettes and shampoo. For the rest of the lecture I gripped my pen tightly and stared intently at the board, too embarrassed to glance at the beautiful boy next to me again after he caught me openly gawking at him before. As Mr. Banner finished his speech he passed around some sheets and left the room, telling us to get on.
"Hello, my name is Edward Cullen."
It's that gorgeous voice again. I felt like melting at the sound of it. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes and was literally dazzled. I probably waited for a beat too long before replying, "I'm Isabella Swan. Well not really. Well yes really. My name is Isabella but everybody calls me Bella. I hate Isabella." Oh Christ. Shut up Bella, you are rambling! I heard him chuckle from beside me.
"Well I like Isabella. But Bella it is." He held his hand out across the space between us and I tentatively clutched onto it, smiling broadly at him as I did so. Well, this year of Biology was going to be interesting, very interesting.
A/N
Well this is just the sort of background/introduction to the story. Just to make it clear, as I am from England myself I am setting the story in England. But I will be keeping the names of places like Forks and Port Angeles and using them, just to confuse people! Also the football I'm talking about is British football, or soccer as American's call it! And if you're not sure, Rugby is an English sport similar to American Football, slightly, ish. Any sports fans out there?