Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight! Babe…why are you watching Hannah Montana? Umm… because you left me to play in the water…sniff…sniff…Awww, baby boy! I'll make it up to you later! Pwomise? I promise!

Hi everyone. I just wanted to thank you guys for the amazing response you gave the first chapter of our new story. Seriously! We have over a hundred reviews for chapter one!!!! That's incredible. So thanks to those of you that reviewed and to those of you that looked at our story and thought they'd give it a try.

You guys had a lot of positive feedback and I was surprised by the amount of you that liked Jacob in this…lol. Not only did that surprise me, but the many of you that swooned over arrogant Edward…that made me laugh because had it been anyone but Edward, we would all give that boy a good nut kicking.

Right, on that violent note, onto the boy…

Hey there people, how goes it? Right now, the girl and I are on the phone, and she wants to go play in the hot tub, and I want to post, so it's another battle, one that I'm intent on WINNING! Doesn't look like I'm gonna win, cuz Kevin (her little brother) called me to bother me. He said, "Posting isn't THAT important," and "There's always tomorrow, it's not like there's a nuke in your house!" So you should all YELL AT KEVIN!

Anyway, you all seemed to like the first chapter, which really thrills me! Don't forget about the Twilight Awards! I check them every so often, just to see who's nominated! Nominate PEOPLE!

The first song in this chapter is by The Maine and it's called "Everything I Ask For" so listen to it!

And now that we're safe and the Plagiarism Police won't come and get us, we can make our get away for that robbery we committed. So, as we run away, dressed in our ski masks and black clothes, ON WITH IT….



EPOV

The silence was overpowering as I drove down the empty streets. My thoughts were on my siblings, and how they'd left me for dead, without so much as a text. Our parents were going to murder me and feed my siblings the remaining parts. But at least I wasn't completely alone.

The time that I'd spent with Bella Swan was something I had longed for since I met her. Too bad she didn't feel the same way. To her, I was a plague, a disease wiping out the female population of our high school, that left them ill, hoping for the only cure. Me.

She loves music, but she hates my band.
Loves Prince, she's his biggest fan.
She's not big on holding hands.
But that's alright cause I've still got her.
She keeps up on current affairs.
Prada is what she wears.

"Hello…" There was a brief pause and giggling in the background.

"Edward? Where are you, baby? I miss you."

My hands drummed casually on the steering wheel as I cradled the phone against my shoulder. Tanya drove me absolutely insane, in more ways than one, "Driving home. Why?"

"Just wanted to talk to my boy, is all." Tanya and I had an "open" relationship. She was there when I needed a good time, a way to forget it all, and leave my life behind. But lately, excursions with her had become more…well... more. "Why are you driving home? Where were you?"

Tanya lived in Seattle, far enough away for discretion, but close enough for... my escapades."Senior prank, but my brothers and sisters left me to get busted. Where are you?"

"At a party, of course."

Glancing down at my clock, I shuddered when I pulled into the driveway. Four thirty a.m., how she could party that late, even if it weren't a school night, was lost on me, "Well, be careful. I have to go. My parents plan on busting my ass, and I don't want you to hear."

"Shouldn't be such a naughty boy, Edward. Wouldn't want to upset Dr. and Mrs. Cullen."

A pair of lights flickered against my rearview mirror, and I sighed when I saw Carlisle's familiar Mercedes behind me. "Too late. I'll talk to you soon." I clicked off my phone before she could respond, and shoved it into my pocket.

Shutting off the engine, I pulled at the door handle, opening it to the cool night air. Placing my feet on the soft ground, I listened as the black door slammed, echoing into the darkness. I heard the jingling of keys and the soft beep as the car locked. Just as I was about to get to my feet, I heard a voice call out to me, "Let's go, Edward. We don't have all night."

Neither of my parents addressed the subject then, and as I lay silently in my bed, I traced those stars with my finger, praying that sleep would pull me into another dimension. There was no way they would let me off "easy." Anything that would smudge my applications for college and med school would be followed up with a harsh punishment; it was nothing that I didn't deserve.

My alarm didn't wake me two hours later, I hadn't ever fallen asleep. After showering hurriedly, I jogged down the long staircase to the kitchen. Emmett and Rosalie were arguing about something, as usual, and Jasper and Alice were sitting close together; she was practically in his lap. Carlisle and Esme weren't there yet, but I knew they weren't still in bed.

I heard the study door snap shut as Emmett was about to speak, realizing my presence for the first time since I'd descended the stairs. Waving him off, I waited as our parents walked slowly into the kitchen, Carlisle's arm around Esme's thin waist.

Esme smiled kindly, approaching each of us, offering a hug, and a kiss. She was affectionate no matter what, never passing up an opportunity to show how much she loved us. Carlisle was the same way with his hugs and kind words, and asking how we'd been while he and Esme were gone. But it wasn't long before the dreaded topic of last night came up.

"What were you thinking, Edward? And you've never talked about Bella Swan before, why was she there with you?"

Giving up the other people involved wasn't something I was willing to do, so my response was a small shrug as I chewed the granola bar that I'd snitched from the cabinet. Normally, Esme would make our meals, but she was tired, so we'd all scavenged for something to eat.

"How do you not have a response for us, young man? What made you decide to do this?" I swallowed the crunchy pieces of the bar, knowing better than to answer my mother while I had my mouth full.

"Senior prank, Mom. Bella and I had no other volunteers, so we decided to take it upon ourselves to…spice up the first day?"

Emmett snorted into his cereal, "More like 'lock up.'"

This made our father turn to look at Emmett, his eyebrows raised, "And how would you know what happened last night, Emmett?"

Rosalie sighed, smoothing her hand over Emmett's errant curls, "Edward told us, of course. We were worried when we couldn't find him." I tried hard not to scoff, wondering if our parents were really buying her lines. When my father turned back toward me, Rosalie smiled down at the ground, proud of her accomplishment.

Carlisle cleared his throat, and I lifted my head, "Was anyone else involved, son? If you had accomplices, Falkner might lessen the blow on you if you give them up."

I shook my head slowly, "Even if there were, I wouldn't give them up. It's my own fault I got caught. It's not like they could have warned me or something."

It was a jab at those who had been involved, especially the ones sitting around me, but had been too "distracted" to warn me. I wanted them to be upset and realize that I was taking the entire heat of the punishment by myself, except for Bella.

"Can I leave now?" Esme pulled me into another hug, kissing my bronze hair.

"Sure, sweetheart. Just be careful, please? Your father and I will be there at noon, and you will be too. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now go."

My tires squealed as I pulled into an empty parking space, close to that rusty red truck. I watched as Jacob lifted her into his arms, kissing her soundly. Nothing had changed over the summer, she was still with him.

I'd hoped that Bella wasn't dating him, since he hadn't shown up for the prank. Apparently my conclusion had been too hasty. As I reached into my backseat to grab my Diesel messenger bag, I felt someone tap on my shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around, slinging the brown bag across my chest, "Oh, hey Hunter."

"What's up, Edward?" My hand reached out to shake his, and we pulled together into a minor "man hug." Hunter and I shared the captaincy on the Spartan's soccer team. We were co-captains and he was my best friend.

Hunter had been my best friend since kindergarten. We'd played soccer together each year, having been on the same team, and it was always select soccer. He chuckled and stepped back, "Look at you, Cullen, the girls will be drooling, my friend."

"Did you turn gay in a week?" I brushed the sleeves of my cream colored leather jacket. A tan shirt was hidden underneath, and my dark jeans hung low on my hips.

"Yeah, baby, bend over." I shoved him, and he laughed, as his back pressed against my Volvo.

"You're such a jackass, Foley." Hunter snorted, brushing off his grey sweater, before he shoved a piece of paper into my hands.

"Well, this jackass got your schedule." He paused, turning to look in the backseat of my car, "By the way, where were you early this morning?"

"Eh, I was otherwise detained…"

"Did Edward Cullen get some ass this morning?" I rolled my eyes, knowing my best friend was acting like an ass on purpose. He hated that I was seen as such a player. Apparently, it made him look bad.

"No, man, senior prank… Bella and I got caught putting superglue in the doors."

"You're an idiot, Edward Cullen, but I love you." I smiled when Hailey Stephens wound her arms around Hunter's waist, her lips pressing against his shoulder.

"Hey baby."

The bell rang, and I glanced down at my schedule, "Shit… I have Chemistry."

Hunter shoved me, "Well, I do too, so let's go pretty boy." He turned and kissed Hailey softly, "See ya at lunch, sweetheart."

Smirking, I waved at Hailey, before pulling my lovestruck friend toward the Chem Lab, "Let's go, Romeo. Don't drool too much, we have a game tonight, wouldn't want you hurt."

"Shut it Cullen, just shut it."

BPOV

I walked through the hallways of Forks High with Jessica on one side, chatting up Mike, and Jacob on my other, his arm around my waist, pulling me in to his side, I noticed the school was already bursting with navy blue and gold, our school colors. There was a soccer game tonight and our school was always full of school spirit.

"I'm so excited for the game tonight," Jessica beamed, her high pony tail swaying from side to side with her head bobbing, as she laughed and talked. Jessica was a cheerleader and their practices, like that of the football and soccer teams, began during the summer.

"Think you guys will be ready?" Mike asked, and Jessica's smile slid from her face as she took his question as an insult while Mike walked on, oblivious.

"Uh yeah, I think so," she said without confidence. "I mean we practiced real hard the whole summer."

"I'm sure you guys will be great, Jess," I reassured her, earning a smile, though it wasn't quite as bright as it had been to start with.

"Would you like to go tonight, babe?" Jake asked as he leaned over to kiss my temple.

"Oh Bella, it would mean the world to me if you came," Jessica gushed.

"Hey guys!" I looked back in front of us to see Angela Weber, another friend of ours, standing at her locker, getting books out. We stopped to talk with her.

I was a fan of Angela's. She was more like me than Jess, keeping to herself a lot and not minding comfortable silence. I liked that about her. She was dating Ben Cheney, a soccer player and together they were just too cute for words. He played sports while she was the yearbook editor three years in a row.

"Hey Ang," I greeted her as she came to walk with us down the hallway. "We were just discussing tonight's game."

"You should come!" she smiled at us. "I'm going to cheer on Ben, and of course to see Jessica," she added the last part once taking in Jessica's sad look.

I looked back over to Jacob. "Alright, it looks like we're going, then."

"Don't sound so enthused, Bells," Mike laughed. "I know it's no basketball game and you won't get to watch me run around all sweaty," (ewww), "but show your school some spirit."

I really wasn't into the whole school spirit thing; never had been. But Jake would sometimes go with the Quileute boys that live on the La Push Reservation. Most of those boys were a grade behind us. Quil and Embry were his best friends and juniors, while Seth was only a sophomore and Sam was a senior like us.

Once we'd stopped at our respective lockers, we went our separate ways, except for Jake, who followed me to class, insisting on carrying my books until we stopped at the door.

"That is completely unnecessary," I laughed at him as I tried to get my book, but he held it high above his head.

"No, I just want to treat my girl right," he said, handing me the book and kissing me chastely at the same time. "I'll see you later, babe," he called over his shoulder as he started to retreat down the hall toward his Chemistry class.

I took a seat in my first class of the day, World Literature, and looked around for someone I knew in the class. However, as my eyes swept over the classroom, the only person I knew was Jasper Cullen, the blond boy I'd met the night before. He was one of the many that ditched Edward and I without a second thought.

I didn't really blame him. I couldn't. It would be horrible if everyone had gotten in trouble along with us. He looked up from the book he was reading to lock eyes with me, and he smiled an apologetic smile. I smiled back, letting him know that he was forgiven, and I took a seat in the back corner of the room next to the window.

With the entire hour consisting of reading the syllabus for that semester, class was over in no time, and I looked down to double check what I had next. Gym. God help the poor souls that were doomed to 2nd period gym with Bella Swan. It was not going to be pretty.

I walked myself to the gymnasium where the bleachers had been set up for our tutorial. It's gym, people. All of those 'physical education' teachers need to stop acting like this is a real class. It's not. I will not once have to know how to play Ultimate Frisbee or Badminton in my life. It just won't come in handy with the life goals I have in mind; life goals that shockingly enough include NEVER playing Ultimate Frisbee or Badminton.

But, along with the other five people that had already arrived, I climbed the bleachers and had a seat near the top, preparing for Mr. Fury to start his lecture on the importance of a gym uniform. I put my elbows on my knees and then rested my chin in my hands, looking around at the hardwood floored hell, until the sounds of someone running up the bleachers knocked me from my visions of floor burn.

"Alright, Bella! I'm so pumped that we have gym together!" Mike said as he took a seat next to me and let out a sigh whilst running a hand through his golden hair and leaned back until his back hit the bench behind us. "So, excited?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not in the least," I said honestly. I could see his face fall a little in my peripheral vision, but I didn't care anymore. I had stopped caring about hurting Mike's feelings during the summer, as he continued to hit on me despite Jessica's obvious fondness for him and the fact that I was taken by a guy that could kick his ass and feed it to the wolves.

The bleachers were now packed with all the kids that would be joining us for the injury inducing season that was ahead, and when giggles started coming from the girls around me, I had the sudden urge to just shoot myself to put me out of my misery. At least that way I wouldn't take anyone down with me.

The reason for the giggling? Edward Cullen. He strode into the gymnasium as if he owned the place, the screech from the doors and giggles of the mindless girls were the only sounds that could be heard as he ran a hand through that perfectly tousled bronze hair. He flashed his winning smile and I swear a girl in the front row fainted.

"Hello ladies," he said in his velvet voice. Did he really just say that? Who did he think he was, Barry White?

"Hi Edward!" they squealed back, followed by more giggling. Yeah, that suicide idea was looking better and better.

His eyes ran up and down the bleachers as some of his friends gave him high fives and fist bumps, until they landed on me. I hated the way my heartbeat became faster and louder in my ears when he smiled up at me, so instead of acknowledging him, I looked away, trying to seem disinterested.

I busied myself studying the stars and stripes on the flag that hung in the gym for basketball games, until I heard the previously empty area next to me creak with the weight of someone sitting down.

"Hey there, Bella," Edward breathed into my ear, his lips almost touching my skin. I shivered reflexively at the feeling before catching myself and easing away from him.

"What are you doing here, Cullen?" Mike asked, sneering, from the other side of me.

"Nothing much. Just getting ready for some physical activity," he told Mike. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. "You know," he said quieter to me, his voice almost oozing with sex as he spoke, "that's my favorite kind of activity. Physical."

His eyes seemed to smolder as he spoke and I couldn't help what he was doing to my body at the moment. Could I really be blamed? I was a teenager in the presence of a very sexy boy.

"That's disgusting," I breathed out, horrified that I sounded as breathy as I did and not repulsed at all as I fought to look away from his eyes and finally managing.

"Yeah, gross, Cullen," Mike joined in.

"Hey Newton," Edward called across me, "Thanks for going with Jessica last night and leaving me some nice, quality time with Bella here."

"Cullen, you're one sick son of a…."

"Hello! And welcome to Gym class," Mr. Fury interrupted Mike's little rant, starting his spiel on what was to be expected this semester in Phys Ed.

After that, the rest of the morning passed without much excitement. Syllabi were read and classes were had (and naps were taken). I found I had Trigonometry with Angela, a definite plus since math was always my worst subject and she could help me.

By the time I got to Spanish, I practically sighed in relief to see Jacob again. It was one of the two classes we had together. He asked me how my morning had gone, and I answered 'fine', without giving him any details. Nothing important had happened, anyway.

I had a feeling though, that Jake and I would be having a ton of Spanish studying nights because he didn't look like he understood much as the teacher prattled on in the foreign language. He looked so cute when he was confused.

After that class was over, we headed to lunch to find the rest of the 'group' already seated at the table. Jake would always sit with me, Jessica, Mike, Ben, and Angela, even though his group of friends had a table of their own. I offered to merge the two tables, but neither group was interested. I had also told Jacob that he didn't need to sit with me, at least not every day. But, he replied that it was a boyfriend's duty and that there was no place he'd rather be but beside me.

We were all talking about how our classes had gone, chatting away about the new teachers and the student teachers. My eyes swept the cafeteria as we ate and talked. Edward was making rounds, grabbing girls' asses and handing out winks as he made his way around the room and finally sat with the rest of his family and friends.

What annoyed me most about him was the fact that I was immensely repulsed and incredibly drawn to him at the same time. And that, I thought as I felt Jacob's hand squeeze my thigh lovingly, Just wasn't right.

EPOV

Chemistry this year was going to be easy. Nothing would stop me from completely acing the class, except for him, "I'm sorry, Cullen, but your name is next to Mr. Black on the roster; therefore, he will be your partner.

Everyone but Hunter left, both of us lagging behind to see if we could be the other's lab partner, "But he's so…" I threw my hands up in the air, trying to come up with a word that described Jacob Black, except for thief. He had the one thing I wanted, and now he was going to be my lab partner.

"That's enough, Cullen, now I believe you and Mr. Foley both have a class to get to, and if you're late, don't expect me to write you a pass. Get a move on."

Hunter sighed, and shoved my shoulder lightly, "Sorry, man. We'd better go."

"Sure you're sorry, you don't have that dipshit as your partner" I pulled at my bronze hair, frustrated that I had been unable to switch partners. Walking toward the gym, I smirked when the warning bell rang. I wouldn't get in trouble; our soccer coach was the gym teacher.

The giggles that met me as I sauntered in the gym tugged that 'famous' crooked smile onto my lips, and I couldn't help but answer back to my adoring fan club, "Hello, ladies." As I looked around the gym, I grinned when my eyes settled on her, Bella Swan, sitting next to idiot boy Newton.

As I scaled the bleachers, and settled myself next to Bella, I noticed that she was avoiding eye contact, so I did what I had to do. Moving my lips so that they were centimeters from her ear, I offered my greeting, and I could feel her shiver as my warm breath ghosted over her skin; this would be fun.

Fury interrupted Newton's rambling, and for that I was glad. I kept my hands to myself, allowing only my brain to wander until the bell rang, and my coaches' voice called out, "Cullen, come here, please."

"Sure, Coach." My feet banged on the wooden bleachers, as I walked down them, wondering what my coach wanted. Adam Fury had been my coach since I was four; he had raised Hunter and I from boys to men, and we'd learned almost everything soccer-wise from him. He was our mentor.

"Edward, how are you, son?" I shrugged as he patted my back, girls giggling as they walked by. Many of the girls at our school found him attractive, and apparently having both of us in the same room was too much for them to handle.

"Good, Coach. How are you?" He scratched his neck, rubbing at the back of it, and I knew he'd heard.

"Not too good when Principal Falkner calls me at 4 a.m. to tell me that one of my captains has been caught performing a senior prank. What the hell were you thinking, Edward?"

It was bad enough that my parents harassed me about this, but now my coach was on my back, "It was just a silly prank, Adam."

He shook his head furiously, "No, a silly prank is toilet papering someone's house. What you did was vandalism, and you're lucky you didn't get arrested, and that I'm letting you keep your captaincy. I'll be at your meeting at noon, and you can bet that you will be running your ass off tonight after the game, is that clear?"

I nodded, and he shoved me toward the gym door, "Now get to class. If you need a pass have your teacher come find me, okay?"

"Sure."

"See at 12, Edward. And don't be late."

My third class passed without a flaw, AP U.S. History with Jasper would be easy, nothing for me to worry about. I sat down next to him, but when he tried to speak to me, I waved him off. I'd take this fall for my siblings, but I wouldn't be happy about it.

Fourth hour was my free period, meaning Hunter and I would be watching tapes before the game that night. As he settled into the chair beside me, I pressed 'play', to watch last year's tape of the Port Angeles Vikings game, "So what do you think about the game tonight?"

Hunter linked his fingers, stretching his arms out in front of him, "It'll be easy, as long as you don't get benched from the team."

I snorted, shoving his left arm, "If I was going to get banned, Adam would have told me by now."

He shrugged, "I'm just saying, Falkner could still suspend you. Maybe he slept on it and decided that a losing season would do our egos some good."

"No, no, no. He said something last night along the lines of him and Portland Academy's principal making 'bets' on the game. He wouldn't ban me, he doesn't like to lose."

"Sure, Edward. Whatever you say."

The tape ended and we both sat in silence, staring at the television, our brains obviously elsewhere. And although my mind should have been on the game, it wasn't. It was on her, again.

12 o'clock came sooner than I thought it would, and I found myself lagging in the hallway in front of the office. Apparently, Bella and I both had Biology together 6th hour, so she and I had been called out of the same class, and we were both anxiously awaiting our parents' arrival.

"Edward, Ms. Swan." I turned and grinned upon seeing my coach with a clipboard in his hands.

"Working out plays already, Adam?" His clipboard came down on the top of my head, making Bella snicker.

"It's Mr. Fury right now, Cullen. Relax, you look like Bambi on ice." He turned to smile at Bella, "Ms. Swan, I've heard a lot about you."

Bella eyed me carefully, and I smirked, giving her reason to believe that he'd heard about her from me, "Well, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I'd like to apologize beforehand."

Fury smiled, "Oh really? For what?"

"I'm certain that during the course of this semester, I'll injure other people, along with myself. Please know that's not intentional. However, if I hit Edward, there may be some intention behind that."

Before Fury could answer, I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders from behind, squeezing them quickly. My parents were here. Carlisle extended his hand to shake Bella's, a small smile on his face, "I'm sorry that we have to meet this way, Bella. I'm Doctor Cullen, but please, call me Carlisle."

Esme embraced Bella, and I couldn't tell if Bella appreciated the gesture, but I said nothing, standing off to the side. Once Charlie arrived, Falkner brought us all into his office. The mood was somber, as if we were at a funeral, no one speaking until our principal cleared his throat, "Coach Fury and I have come to a decision."

Bella and I instantly perked up, awaiting the punishment, "Since both of you are very good students with no previous infractions, I believe that our best bet would be to keep you both occupied. Bella, you will be the new statistician for the soccer team, and Edward, you will be coaching Mr. Fury's son's soccer team. I believe that this will teach you both to be responsible for your actions. Edward, this will teach you that not everything in life should come easily, and Bella, this will allow you to have a better look into the world of sports. It might encourage you to get involved."

He paused, gauging our reaction, "Do you two have anything to say?"

I smirked, leaning back in my chair, "Sounds good to me."

Fury's son already listened to me and admired me, and I was positive that if his kid would respect me, the rest would follow suit. This would be easy. Adam was shaking his head, as if he knew what I was thinking, "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, Edward. Just because 'Rian listens to you, doesn't mean that the rest of the boys will." 'Rian, or Adrian, was Adam's son, a five year old fireball.

"I know, Ad- I mean Coach Fury. I never said it would be easy."

Carlisle cleared his throat ending our banter, "Is there anything else that you would like to have Edward do? That 'punishment' seems like something he would end up doing eventually, regardless of his current activities. I have a feeling that Bella is getting the short end of the stick here."

The look on Bella's face was one of pure mortification, she hated sports, and she'd have to spend time around a bunch of sweaty boys. I bet she didn't even know what an assist was, "I think that Edward will be the one to teach her about soccer, since she appears to have no idea."

Chief Swan had his eyes on Bella, and I was unsure of his current emotions. My father spoke, a small smile on his face, voice soft, "I have a feeling this will be a good idea. Both kids can use this on their college applications, and they can get to know each other better."

Bella's father nodded, and added a gruff, "I agree."

Falkner clapped his hands together, positively glowing, "Well, let's get to it! Bella, Edward, you are excused from the rest of today's classes. I will get your syllabi, and give them to you tonight at the game. You both have a lot of work ahead of you."

Our parents said their goodbyes, and Bella's father announced his plan to come to the game tonight. Bella glared at me, her fists clenched tightly. Adam stood off to the side, and shook my shoulder, "I'll help you with this. She doesn't look too happy right now. Safety in numbers."

We walked toward the soccer field, and I could feel Bella glaring at my back, murmuring things like, "arrogant ass," and "stupid jerk." She was livid; apparently this was not her idea of easy service to the school.

Adam adjusted his hat as Bella tapped her foot impatiently, "Go ahead, Edward, start explaining."

My coach tossed a ball at my hands, and I caught it, sighing, "This is a soccer ball. You kick it. See?" I dropped the ball and let it bounce from my feet. It rolled across the grass, and landed in front of her toes, "You kick it into that big white thing with a net, it's called a goal."

When Bella leaned down to lift the ball into her hands, I sighed, "You can't use your hands, you have to use your feet."

She smirked, "But I can use my hands to do this." Bella took the ball and quickly threw it at me, her aim a little low, and right on target, apparently. My head tipped back as I gazed, unseeing, up at the sky, stars flashing before my eyes as pain ripped through my groin, "Goal."

The ball fell to the ground, landing in a puddle. I growled, picking it up, my eyes on Bella as she moved away across the field. I cocked my arm back to throw it at her when Adam knocked the ball from my hand, "What the hell are you doing?"

"She just bagged me, Adam! And you didn't do anything about it!"

My coach chuckled, "Because you deserved it. Do yourself a favor and don't act so arrogant all the time. It's not sexy, and no one appreciates it."

I narrowed my eyes, "Did you just say sexy?"

Adam groaned, "Shut the hell up, and go take a lap. Cool yourself off before you do something you regret." I heard a muffled thump as Adam kicked the ball from where he stood, the net making a soft swishing noise as the ball went into it. He jogged toward Bella who had watched him, her eyes wide, and as they started talking, I started running.

BPOV

I looked around at the empty field as the cloud coverage, a near constant in Forks, converged. It felt much later than it actually was. It was only Edward, Mr. Fury and I there, and Edward was now running laps, causing me to taunt, "Na na na na, booboo" in my head.

"So, Bella, what do you know about soccer?" Mr. Fury (or should I call him 'Coach' now?) asked me.

"You kick the ball into the goal. Done!"

He smiled at me and gestured for me to walk over to the bench with him, located on the sidelines.

"There's a bit more to it than that, but generally, yes," he laughed. "You see the line we're on?" he asked, I looked out onto the field to see the line drawn halfway down the field, and in the middle, there was a circle. I nodded my head, telling him I saw it. "Alright good. That's where the kickoffs happen at the beginning of the game, after a goal, and after halftime."

"Okay…" I said, knowing I could understand that, but not exactly sure of the extent of today's lesson. My brain could only hold so much sports knowledge.

"Alright. First, let's say that this half of the field is our side, okay?" He asked, gesturing to the left. I again gave him a nod. "I'm sure you know from gym class about the goalkeeper and that he usually stays in that box to protect the goal. That box is the only area where he can use his hands."

"I know about the goalkeeper," I told him, "but everyone else, I haven't got a clue. Do they just run around and chase after the ball?"

He let out another chuckle, "Not exactly. There are four guys that we keep back near the goal. They're called the defenders, or fullbacks," he went on.

"So they pretty much play defense?" I asked.

"Exactly!" he smiled enthusiastically, proud that I understood something that most children understood by the time they were four and participating in the sport. "Now, ahead of them are the midfielders, and there are five of them."

"Okay, what do they do?"

"Well they do the most running on the team. There are offensive mids and defensive mids. For our formation, we have three offensive mids and two defensive mids. The defensive midfielders are the second line of protection for a keeper, and generally they steal the ball and pass it to an offensive midfielder, so that the offense won't have to worry about playing 'd'."

And that's where he started to lose me.

"And," he continued while I heard only the words he was saying, no longer really putting meaning to them, "there are forwards. Now, we only have one forward and he is the player closest to the opposing team and goal. His job is to score."

I wanted to interrupt and guess that just based on the responsibility to "score" that that would be Edward's position. I almost laughed out loud at my own joke.

"Sometimes, Ben Cheney, who is our forward, will set up goals for the midfielders, but he's pretty much the man."

Mr. Fury looked at me expectantly. I stared back blankly.

"Don't worry about it," he laughed while swatting my shoulder with his hand, "you'll get it eventually. I just wanted to get the basics out of the way."

"Gee, thanks," I answered glumly. This job was gonna suck! How was it that Edward gets to coach a team and I get stuck having to learn a sport?

"Well, I guess I'll see you tonight," he smiled.

"Wait, what?" I asked when he got up to walk away.

"Well tonight's the team's first game, which means it's your first game, too. Don't worry, I'll get you a jersey," he winked at me. "We meet at five thirty, so be there with the rest of your team. See you then," he waved as he started walking again.

Hmmm, my team? I was actually part of a sports team. I almost laughed at the sound of it. Sure, I didn't play, but being a team manager would look good on a college application.

"Hey," Edward breathed, sounding winded from his laps. "He's leaving?"

"Kind of looks that way," I said as I watched him but his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

"Did you see how fast I just ran those laps?" he coughed at the end.

"No, I was busy," I replied, unimpressed. Did that line really work on girls? Actually, the girls watched him as he ran, so it probably did.

I sat back on the bench, waiting for him to catch his breath.

"Alright," he said, once he started breathing normally again. I remained sitting as he stood, my arms crossed in front of my chest as I watched him with a raised eyebrow. "This," he said, enunciating each word, "is…a…soccer…ball," he dragged each word out as if I were mentally handicapped.

I stayed still, not amused, as I looked past him at the school. How much longer until school was out and I could escape from this hellhole for a couple of hours?

"You…kick…it…with…your…fooooot," he went on.

"I can think of something else I want to kick with my fooooot right now," I said, glaring at him.

He sighed, exasperated, "I'm trying to teach you here, Bella. A little respect for your team captain, please."

"You have to earn my respect, asshole. I'm not a dog, I don't just pant at you and lick your balls as soon as I get stuck with you," I retorted.

"Well, why not? Some girls do," he smirked cockily at me.

My glare narrowed. "You disgust me," I spat at him. The phrasing was true enough. His actions disgusted me. The way he treated girls disgusted me. The way he looked flushed and sweaty from his run, his clothes clinging to that hard muscled body…that didn't disgust me so much.

He looked like he was thinking about that for a moment before he said, "No."

I waited for more, but that's all he said. "No?" I asked, raising an eyebrow again at him.

"No. You want me to disgust you, but," he sighed, "I don't. You and I both know that there is more to us than this. We both know," he said, looking at me as he moved closer, "that there are deeper feelings here."

His face was now close to mine, as his hands supported him on my thighs. "We both know," he breathed and my eyes closed for a quick second before opening again as I began to feel a little dizzy, "that you," I looked down, seeing that his lips were only an inch from mine. They looked so soft, so warm, so mmmmm…., "want me to fuck the shit out of you."

What?

My eyes opened so wide, I was afraid they would pop out, and my head moved back from his, but he only moved closer to me.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" I almost yelled at him. I didn't even give him a chance to answer; instead I pushed on his chest, taking him off guard, making him fall over backward onto his ass on the damp ground.

"I can't even believe you! I can't. Really. You just…Grrrrr!" there were truly no words. Pissed off beyond belief? That didn't even cover it. So, I just started walking across the soccer field to the parking lot and the confines of my truck. I had already had enough of Edward Cullen and it had barely been fifteen minutes.

As I stomped toward my truck, I heard the final bell ring before the doors swung open and kids spilled from the halls of the school. I continued on to my truck and when I got there, I banged my head against it. This community service was going to be hell.

"Whoa, whoa, there babe," Jake said as he came up behind and pulled me away from the truck. "What's wrong? Are you alright? I didn't see you for the rest of the day. Tell me what's so bad that you feel the need to bang your head against the poor Chevy?" he laughed.

I gritted my teeth together as I growled out two words. "Edward. Cullen."

EPOV

"Hey Edward!" Girls giggled as they walked past, eyeing me as I sat on the damp ground, watching as Jacob Black hugged Bella close to him, kissing her forehead. When he turned to look toward the field with a scowl, I cast my eyes away, concentrating on the sidelines, hand skating over the chalked turf.

"Do I really want to know why you're on the ground?" Hunter was shaking his head as he glanced down at me, his eyes bright with laughter.

"Two words, Bella Swan."

"She fell and you tripped over her?" Bella's clumsiness was well known around our school. She was considered "hazardous to your health" when walking.

"No, she shoved me," I paused, brushing a hand through my hair, "Can we not talk about this?"

Hunter shrugged, "Sure, but can you give me a lift? Mia took the car to get her hair done, and Hailey would never let me drive her 'baby', so I need a ride to get some food before the game. Sound good to you? I'll buy." Mia was Hunter's twin sister, and they shared a car. I nodded, glad that my parents had gotten each of us our own vehicle. It saved us from these troubles.

"Actually, my mom mentioned making food before the game tonight, so do you want to just eat at our house?" My best friend beamed, and I pushed myself off the ground.

"Sure, any excuse to see your mom." He winked, and let out a catcall. I grabbed my bag from the sideline, slinging it over my shoulder, after getting out my keys. Twirling them around my finger, I wanted for my friend to quit fantasizing about my mother.

"You know, I should just leave your dumb ass here."

He laughed, punching me in the shoulder, "Oh, Edward, it's all in good fun. I'd never do anything to your mom."

"Damn straight, because if she didn't kick your ass for offering, I would. Let's go."

Upside down

Bouncing off the ceiling

Inside out

Stranger to this feeling

Got no clue what I should do

But I'll go crazy if I can't get next to you to you

To you

"What, Alice?"

"Mom wants to know what you and Hunter want for dinner."

"How did she know that Hunter was coming for dinner?"

"I told her. Duh, Edward."

Turning toward my best friend, I gestured toward my car, "What do you want to eat, man?"

Hunter shrugged, "I don't care, whatever your mom wants to make."

"Is chicken okay? I mean we need protein, so I guess if mom wants to make chicken we're both okay with that." As I was telling Alice, Hunter tossed his bag into the backseat of my car.

"Mom says marinated chicken and restuffed potatoes with cheese, salad, and rolls. Is that okay with you two?

Alice was speaking so loud that Hunter could hear, and he nodded slowly, "Yeah, that's fine. I'll be home in a few. See you then." I hung up before Alice could respond, and slid into the driver's seat of my car, "Ready, Hunter?"

My best friend grinned, "Yes, sir."


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