AN: I was extremely blissful when I saw I had a total of SIX reviews and ONE-HUNDRED hits already!!! Whoot WHOOT! You guys ROCK! Thank you so much! I love sports SO much!! Sorry now: Onward! (P.s.: I'm listening to Iris, by the Goo-goo dolls and ' River Flows In You, by Yiruma. The latter is BELLA'S LULLABY! I'm serious, it's PERFECT!!! )

Bella POV:

After a wonderfully school-free weekend, I was back at it on Monday. Great: PE. I loved playing football, don't you dare get me wrong, but it was so darn easy. An idea sprung to my head, and I rushed to the PE instructor's office, colliding head-on into what felt like a brick wall.

Edward POV:

Isabella Swan bumped right into me, thus dropping her books, and falling, though she caught herself. Oh great! I thought, as I saw her puzzled expression. Of course I wasn't supposed to feel like a boulder, nor was her collision supposed to leave me unscathed. I hadn't even moved an inch, to my credit, though; it was comparable to being hit with a paperclip. Then I caught her scent. Nothing on earth could be so beautiful as her blood, it called to me, yearning, begging, to be drank. Yet, when her big brown eyes met mine, her blood wasn't a ravage need anymore, more like a whining want. I realized that we had been staring at each other for longer than what was considered normal, I bent and picked up her books, moving too fast out of anxiety. What was it about this girl that made me anxious? She's just a girl, I tried to reason with myself, but to no avail, I knew it just wasn't true.

Bella POV:

Normally a collision with a football player will stop me, at least for a few moments, but no. Not today. Today was the day I told the PE teacher what he was gonna do and how he was gonna do it. That's right: soccer. To hell with football, not like he'd let me do it again anyway.

Edward POV:

Apparently it takes a heavy blow to your self-esteem when you get whooped by a girl at football. Half the team was afraid to come out of the lockerooms. Well they didn't need to because Bella had chosen a new tactic to amaze us all with: soccer. By the time you're in high school soccer is a picky sport. Only the fiercest and most dedicated stick with it, the majority of them being male, who do. We should have guessed that Bella would try to raise up the two-person girl's 'soccer' team, from it's grave. So as we (all of us now) emerged to the field, Mike Newton strode haughtily over to the girl in her high socks.

Bella POV:

Ah, Mike, he turned evil towards me when I turned him down. As he arrogantly walked to me, I had to restrain myself from laughing in his stupid face. It was obvious what his intent was: to try (and fail) to play soccer, to prove me nothing more than the average female highschooler they all took me to be. Ha, what an idiot!

" Newton." I said coldly.

" Swan ".

" Get in the box", I spat. He ungracefully loped off into the goalie's territory. His confident demeanor was lessening once he was actually in the box, unsure of what to do with his hands. He just stood there, God this was too easy.

I positioned the ball in front of me; ready for my easy goal, when a voice called out " Hey! It's not a proper game without defense! ". I turned on my heels to see Tyler Crowley jogging toward us. Ok, whatever, this was still gonna be a piece a' cake. He stopped in front of me. He'd c come to regret that.

Edward POV:

With speed and agility that was almost inhuman Bella dribbled easily past Tyler and scored. Mike didn't even register that the ball was going near the net when it slammed straight into the left corner. This girl was good, no better than good; she was a younger Mia Hamm. Of course Mike couldn't just stop there, no he had to have her go in the box while he shot. This was going to be interesting.

Bella POV:

That infatuated lout decided to have his honor further beaten, by having me be goalie. I got in the net. Mike ran, unsteadily, with the ball 2 feet in front of him to the box. He shot the ball high, at the center right of the net. He was nothing compared to what I had played with my team in Phoenix. I jumped easily and caught the ball, landing on my feet. Mike was running to the net, and didn't stop until he hit me. True to my coach back at home, I curled, with the ball clutched tightly to my stomach, into a ball of my own. So what he was kicking me, trying to get the ball, or maybe just revenge, I didn't care, I wasn't letting go.

Edward POV:

She jumped and made a miraculous save, Newton didn't stand a chance, and I guess he saw that too, because the next thing I knew Bella was on the ground, still being a goalie, while Newton kicked her. She just stayed there, taking the hits without a yell or even a whimper of pain. Heck this girl didn't even flinch. But I realized soon that Newton wasn't trying to get the ball, he was attempting (and succeeding) to physically harm her.

Some instinct inside me took over; I ran to Newton and pulled him off her. Bella reacted quickly, she jumped to her feet, without a wince of pain, and kicked the ball clean across to the other goalie box. Without a moment of hesitation she whirled around —cleats and all— and kicked Newton in the gut. Calmly she strode to the other end of the field and resumed her warm ups.

Bella POV:

After the Mike incident I knew that he would hate my guts —if only for the fact that I had damaged his. The rest of PE was uneventful (or maybe it I wasn't I too absorbed in my soccer to notice.) Well wanyway, the bell rang I and showered and dressed. Next up: Biology.

AN: I hope you guys like it! There'll be some more Edward Bella stuff in the next chapter, I just wanted to get it across to the boys that Bella isn't to be messed with, plus Mike hating Bella may or may not be essential to the plot. Please for the sake of my sanity REVIEW!