As Bella blew the whistle, pumping out all her breath for a shrill peep, heads turned. She pointed at the halfway line and whistled again. Both teams stared at her with an epitome of confusion. Bella sighed with exasperation, and marched down to the halfway line, holding the ball. She plonked it down on the dewy grass, and blew her whistle one more time.

This time they got it, and casually strolled to her, both teams keeping an eye on the other. 'Kickoff.' Bella announced, and put one foot on the ball. Unfortunately, the wet dew was slippery against her shoe, and she stumbled over the ball. Edward pulled her upright, and Jacob hissed with rage. 'Keep your blood-craving hands off my girlfriend!'

'I am neither of you guy's girlfriend just yet, until we kickoff!' Bella argued, standing away from the ball this time. 'Now, who wants first kick?'

Both raised hands, and Bella sighed. 'Right. Eenie- meenie-minee-mo…'

After leaving the vampires with the benefit of the choice, Bella found a tree stump to sit on, and awkwardly positioned her bum on it, for it was wet. She blew her whistle to announce kickoff, and the game started.

Alice took the ball first, effortlessly sprinting it down the wing. Quil stood in her way, and his body blocked her way to the goal. Alice held her breath, and ran straight towards him. His werewolf scent was almost making her gag.

Unfortunately, Alice ran straight into Quil, banging her pixie face into his tough chest muscle. She slipped and fell, allowing him to take the ball, and pass it up to Sam. The pack alpha caught the high pass on his knee, its rebound almost hitting him in the head. He masterfully swerved round Rosalie, who stood still, petrified of getting muddy. He looked up, seeing the goalmouth in front of him, and decided to put a strike into the top corner of the left side of the goal.

He struck his foot against the ball, and as it circled over everyone's heads, it seemed impossible that anyone could get it. Suddenly, Edward appeared out of nowhere, leaping gracefully to head the ball into touch. As the ball splatted against his head, his dark copper hair was given a coating of grass clippings and mud. Rosalie cast him a reproachful look, and Sam screwed up his face in disgust. 'Stupid mind-reader.' He muttered to himself.

Seth took the throw for the werewolves, and grasped the slippery ball uncomfortably. He didn't like the thought it had been on a vampire's head seconds before. After lobbing the ball into the midst of the teams, a brief tussle gave Jacob the ball. He controlled the ball on his chest, dropping it onto his knee, and keeping it in the air. Emmet came hurtling towards him with the force of a truck, and Jacob stood watching him charge. At the last second, he stepped to one side, and Emmet tripped over with his own speed. His face plunged into the dew, and Jacob skipped away, still with the ball on his knees. He laughed out loud when he saw Emmet attempting to lever himself from the ground, the grass flattened with the shape of his body.

Now he had trouble, with Alice and Jasper tailing him. Alice's pixie face was full of fury. After slamming into Quil, she had run around shrieking before making an attempt to clean her face with a water bottle.

Jacob desperately looked to pass, but Jasper neatly took the ball from between his legs. He hadn't realized Seth was behind him. Jasper turned to take the ball, and was straight-on with Seth.

'Boo.' Seth said, taking the ball from him with a block tackle. Jasper chased after him, but Seth took the ball neatly into the box. He looked up, and saw Edward coming down on him. He thought desperately bottom right corner, bottom right corner.

Edward hesitated, confused. The werewolf's thoughts were directing to shoot at the bottom right corner. Yet Seth was coming up the left wing. He decided to trust his vampire powers, and moving to block the bottom right, he half-shuffled to position.

He was just in time to get the front-row seats to see Seth smashing the ball into the bottom left corner.