Q&A: Yes, this is American football, not soccer.

Here's the second chapter :)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Twilight, and SM still does.


Chapter Two

"Come on Bella, it's Friday! Don't you want to have a bit of fun?"

"Yeah Bells, it's not like you have to get drunk or anything. Just come and enjoy yourself a bit."

"Guys, I have too much homework-"

"I saw your task book Bella, you're free until next Wednesday."

"You searched through my bag?"

"Out of love. You need to go out some darling. All that reading you do will rot your brain."

Isabella sighed and looked from one pair of eyes to the next. Angela's hopeful ones, Edward's slightly smug ones as if he knew she would say yes, and finally Rosalie's that seemed to warn her than there was only one correct answer to their request.

"Fine, whatever, I'll come."

"Yes!" Edward exclaimed as he rushed to give her a tight hug. "I swear you won't regret it Bells."

"I better not. I'm gonna head out to the field, I've got a free next."

"I'll join you in a short while B," Angela said as she got up with her bag. "I've got to return these library books first."

"Just don't bring another magazine with you. I could feel myself losing brain cells on Monday when you were going on and on about Jolyn."

"It's Jelena. Go get changed already."

Bella picked up her gym bag and made her way to the field. When she entered the girls' locker room and began changing out of her clothes, she heard a snort from somewhere behind her.

"What are you doing here lesbo? We don't want you being a pervert and watching us get changed."

Bella rolled her eyes and turned to face Jessica Stanley. She smirked slightly when she noticed the envious glint in Jessica's eyes as she glanced down at her naked torso.

"Trust me Jess, you're the last person who will ever have to worry about that. I prefer mine shorter and with less hair on their upper lip." Jessica glared hard at her before leaving the changing room with her hand hovered over her mouth.

"Fucking dyke," she spat out as she left, probably to go check in a mirror if what Bella said was true.

Yeah, that's original, Bella thought with a roll of her eyes as she finished getting dressed.

When she made her way out onto the field, she decided to begin with her jog instead and then practise her football for the rest of the time. Thirty minutes later she was done, sweat pouring down her body and her heart hammering in her chest. She looked over to the inner field and saw Angela sitting at their usual spot, this time with a notebook and textbook instead of a magazine.

"Water," she gasped out when she reached her.

"Oh, ew," Angela said with a scowl as she looked up at the panting girl before handing her water bottle over. "Where's yours?" Bella didn't reply, busy gulping down the water. She handed back an empty bottle.

"Forgot to bring it. Thanks babe." Angela rolled her eyes before looking down at her notes again. After stretching for a while, Bella made her way to the storage room, using the spare key that coach McCarty had given her so she wouldn't need to look for him all the time. It wasn't strictly allowed, but as long as Bella promised to return anything she borrowed, he didn't mind.

As she was wheeling the rack full of footballs back onto the field, Bella glanced over to some commotion that was happening near the bleachers. Pausing, she took a closer look and saw a head of short black hair caught in the middle of the group. She made her way over once she realized what was going on and forced her way through to the girl.

"Hey! Hey, leave her alone," she said, shoving one of them away while she wrapped a protective arm over the girl.

"Oh, look who it is," said James, who Bella looked at with a scowl. "Isabella Dyke Swan to the rescue, huh? What? Is this your girlfriend? Hey Fatass, you never told us you had a girlfriend," he said with a sneer at the shorter girl.

"I said leave her alone James."

"Or what? You'll sit on her face until I do?"

"James," one of his friends whispered, shaking his head inconspicuously.

"What? We were just having fun here, weren't we Fatass," he said with a smirk directed once again at the shorter girl. He didn't see Bella's fist coming until it had made contact with his jaw and he was lying on the ground, clutching desperately at it while blood poured from his mouth.

"Don't make me tell you again James," Bella spat out. The others scrambled, leaving just the three of them there.

"Fucking dyke," James muttered, wincing and clutching at his jaw again before getting up and staggering away.

What's with people and their lack of originality? she wondered to herself as she shook her head.

"You didn't have to do that," came a soft voice from behind her.

"James is nothing but an asshole, he deserves more than just a punch to the face. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Bella turned and looked for the first time at the girl she had just rescued. Her hair was short, only reaching her chin, and her face was round and her cheeks plump and slightly rosy. She only reached Bella's chest and had to look up to meet her eye. Bella's heart seemed to skip a beat before taking off faster than before.

"N-No," the girl replied with a slight stammer, apparently not noticing Bella's reaction. "They never actually do anything, just call me names and shove me around sometimes."

Bella cleared her throat and berated herself for the thoughts she was now having about this girl. "Well you shouldn't let them do that to you. James acts like he's tough shit, but really he's just a little prick who makes himself feel better by picking on the little fish." She saw the shorter girl nod shyly and smiled in an attempt to ease her a bit. "So what's your name?"

"A-Alice," the girl stammered out, the rosiness of her cheeks darkening. "Alice Brandon."

"I'm Isabella Swan, but you can call me Bella if you want. What were you doing here anyway? Waiting for someone?"

"N-No, I just like to watch you-" she caught herself, "I-I mean watch people training and stuff."

Bella nodded, too absorbed in watching the girl's lips as they moved to notice her slip-up.

"Do you play anything?" she asked after bringing her gaze back up to Alice's eyes.

"No, no," Alice replied with a nervous laugh. "I'm the least sporty person on earth, probably."

Bella nodded and found herself hanging onto Alice's every word. Unfortunately, she still had to practise for the game. "Well uh...I have to go now. I've got football. I mean practise. For football. I play in it. The football team, I mean. I h-have to-"

"I know," Alice replied with a warm smile, knowing what it's like to be caught in a word jumble. "I've seen you once or twice. While I was watching others, I mean." Bella nodded, bidding Alice goodbye before heading back to the football rack she had left behind in her haste to act as heroine.

Bella found she couldn't quite concentrate as well as she did usually, knowing that Alice was sitting in the bleachers not too far from her.

I wonder if she even watches me, Bella thought to herself, glancing for the hundredth time at the girl who unknowingly now plagued her thoughts. Get real Bella, she probably has a boyfriend. Bella picked up another football, hurling it across the field in frustration. It flew so far that it nearly reached the running track after the first bounce. A low whistle from her left made Bella turn her head.

"That was a good throw," Coach McCarty complimented as he made his way closer.

"Thank you sir," Bella panted out, stretching her arms.

"I was asked by Mrs. Cullen to give you this, apparently you forgot to pick up your assignment last class or something."

"Why'd she give it to you?" Bella asked, taking the stapled papers from his hand.

"She knows you spend most of your time on the field, so she figured I'd get it to you faster than most people. Keep working on that throw, that's the kind of stuff I like to see during a game." With a pat on her shoulder, he left in the direction of his office what was situated above the rows of bleachers.

"Fuck," she muttered when she noticed the due date.

"What?" Angela asked, looking up from her own homework.

"I can't go to that party tonight. I have to hand this in to Mrs. Cullen by Monday morning. I'll probably spend the whole weekend doing it."

"Seriously? That sucks." She got up from the grass to look over Bella's shoulder. She sighed, "Guess I'll let the guys know you're not going to make it then."

"Thanks Ange. And tell them I'm sorry, 'kay? Next time. I'm gonna get changed. See you around."

Bella headed for the changing rooms, noticing that Alice was no longer sitting where she had been before. She wondered if Alice would be at the party tonight; that could have been her chance to talk to her some more.

"Stupid assignment," she muttered to herself as she turned the corner into the changing room.


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