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I groaned as I heard my alarm clock go off. Seriously it's 4:45 already! Ugh! I am going to kill the person that scheduled this match for 7 o'clock. I do not want to get up. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom and turned on the shower to help wake myself up.

Ugh, it's going to be a long day I thought. Just as I had finished showering, I heard a knock on my door. I crossed the room and looked into the peephole to see who was there. But all I saw was a mass of white t-shirt.

"Bella?" a voice called. "You in there?"

"Yeah Emmett, just give me a second."

I quickly slipped on a bathrobe, and opened the door to let Emmett in.

"Morning Bella," Emmett boomed.

I winced. "Indoor voice, please Emmett."

"Whatever you say Bella, now go get dressed so we can head out to the courts and get some breakfast."

"Okay." I went into the bathroom to put on my warm-up outfit, while Emmett was babbling in the bedroom, talking about Rosalie no doubt.

"Did I tell you that she said she might try to come watch our match this morning?"

"Oh?" I asked stepping out of the bathroom. "How kind of her to grace us with her presence so early in the morning."

"Bella…could you at least pretend to like her?" he asked.

"She's the one who hates me; I have no problem with her." I said defensively

"I know, but it's just because she doesn't know you very well."

Right I thought that's what Emmett tells me every time Rosalie is brought up.

There was a pause in our conversation before Emmett began talking again.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, what about you? Do you have your racket?" I asked, while trying to keep from laughing too hard.

Last year Emmett and I were playing in one of the tournaments in Montreal and we got to the court and were about to warm-up with our opponents, when Emmett realized that he didn't have his racket. Seriously though how to go to a tennis match without a racket? So, unfortunately for him I now mock him shamelessly about it.

"Yes Bella, I have my racket, and that was an accident and it only happened once." Emmett said exasperated. I laughed.

X

Emmett and I had just finished eating a light breakfast. I restricted Emmet to one helping of everything, instead of his normal three. But they were massive helpings. It seems that Emmett always find a way around the rules when foods involved. We were walking by the track when we noticed our coach standing there.

"Hey you two," Coach Banner said. "It took you guys a while to get down here."

"It was Bella's fault." Emmett mumbled.

"Hey!" I said laughing and then jokingly punched him in the arm.

Coach Banner was laughed at our antics and then instructed us to run a lap on the track and to then meet him on practice court four.

Emmett and I began at the same pace and he started talking. "Hey Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you doing okay? You seem…you don't seem like your normal self today. I mean you haven't made many witty comments yet."

"I'm okay, thanks Em. I'm just stressed." And stressed I was, last nights dinner to put it simply had been awful.

"You sure?"

I nodded, "You can go run, now that you've played your role as concerned friend." Emmett smiled and I shooed him away.

Dinner last night was not fun. We had chosen the hotel restaurant, as we didn't want to deal with reporters, however I instantly regretted it, as there was no place to escape to in case of an emergency (to be specific an Edward or Jessica emergency).

When Jasper, Alice and I reached the lobby, we found it empty and so we proceeded to the restaurant where we found the rest of our party already seated. And Oh My Gosh the seating arrangements were horrible. There were two empty seats next to Rosalie and one next to Jessica. And of course Jasper and Alice had to sit together, leaving me the seat… (insert sigh) next to Jessica. Edward got up to pull my seat out, after greeting me. Edward was being civil, which meant that I had to be polite.

"Hey Edward."

I'm just not going to talk during dinner. I'm just going to sit here and stay quiet.

But, after about twenty minutes of listening to the couples involved in their own conversations, taking place in their own little world, I was about to loose it. Then there was Jessica talking to Edward with her incessant baby talk…it was so annoying. Then, when Jessica asked Edward, another one of her stupid questions I snapped.

"Eddie," she began. She obviously didn't pay attention when Edward asked her not to call her that. "What is this word, right here?" And she pointed to a word on her menu. I got a quick glimpse of the word and I'm pretty sure the word was water. No joke.

"Jessica." I started, trying my hardest to remain calm and polite. "You, do realize that we are in England and that in England, they speak English, just like you do in the U.S."

Jessica just stared at me and blinked. I blinked back.

"Bella, it's obvious that you hate me, because I have Edward and you don't, but that…"

I cut her off by putting my hand in front of my face, in a 'talk to the hand' fashion. Then I got up and walked out of the restaurant.

"Bella!" I turned and saw Edward jogging toward me. "I didn't really hear, what happened to between you and Jessica, but I'm going to apologize on her behalf. But, at anyrate, I was hoping that we could talk tonight."

"Okay."

"So, you'll talk with me?"

I nodded. He placed his hand on the small of my back, as I suppressed a shiver, as he led me to a sofa in the lobby. We both took a seat.

"So... what happened? I mean the last time I spoke with you was during our finals of the Australian Open and I know that we lost and that it was disappointing, but then it was like you disappeared." Edward asked.

It all came rushing back to me, the loss, the memories…I couldn't do this.

"Edward... I don't think that I can have this conversation right now, I'm sorry."

Edward nodded, and I got up and turned to walk back to my room.

"At least let me escort you back to your room."

"Thanks, but I don't think that's a good idea right now. Good night Edward."

"Night Bella." Edward said softly.

"Bella!" Emmett yelled from a couple yards away, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Let's go!"

I picked up my pace and sprinted the last couple of yards. I grabbed my tennis bag and ran past Emmett, I had gotten a good couple of yards when I turned and started quoting Emmett, in a drill sergeant manner. "Let's go!" Move it Em! Pick up the pace!"

Emmett started laughing and then broke into a run. I turned around started running desperate to keep my lead. But, in the end when we reached the court Emmett had beaten me by a good 30 seconds. I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and then stepped onto the court.

Jacob.

Jacob was my hitting partner and I hated him. I only kept him around because he was a lot better then the other two that I had. He, in my own personal opinion was creepy and a little bit too friendly. He was Spanish, and he used that to his advantage as he would say inappropriate things in Spanish and I, in return would have absolutely no idea what the hell he was saying.

"Hey Bells, are you ready to hit?" Jacob asked

"Sure, just give me a second," I replied. I grabbed my racket and three tennis balls and began hitting with Jacob.

By the time I had finished hitting it was six thirty. I glance over at the court next to mine and saw that Emmett had just finished as well. I met him next to his courts gate so we could walk into the locker room to get changed.

"Okay, so the girl; always hit it to her backhand, she has absolutely no control over it especially her backhand volleys." Emmett and I were discussing strategy, so we could guarantee ourselves an easy win. "And the guy, he has a terrible second serve so just kill it."

"Got it." I walked into the locker room to shed my sweaty workout clothes and put on my white dress, with spandex underneath. Why did I let Alice talk me into wearing a dress, as oppose to my normal shorts. I'm going to end up mooning some poor unfortunate soul. I was about to burst into song, when I noticed Emmett waiting for me.

I walked towards him so we could talk one last time before we went onto court.

"Are we playing pegs?" he asked.

"Of course!"

Pegs was a game we played where we tried to peg our opponent as many times we could during a match. Emmett pretty much always won.

"Loser buys winner lunch?"

"Deal." This was why Emmett nearly always won; he was driven by the determination of food.

We walked out onto the court and began the match.

X

The match was almost over we had won the first set 6-3 and were up in the second set 4-0. Emmett and I were both getting antsy, for different reasons though. I was just tired of having to play in the morning. Emmett, however, had seen Rosalie in the stands and wanted to go be with her.

I hit a quick volley ending the game. 5-0 now. Emmett was up next to serve, and that always scared me, as I had been pegged several times. Fortunately, I had never been pegged during any of the Grand Slams.

Emmett and I lost that game.

"It's okay Em, walk it off, we're okay. Just walk it off. We'll get the next one. Just think one more game and the match is ours."

I walked back to the deuce court to return the male opponent serve, remembering what Emmett said about killing his second serve.

Emmett and I quickly won the match, shook our opponents hand and did our crazy high five. We shook the officials hand, grabbed our stuff and walked of the court. I saw Rosalie waiting at the exit.

"So, I'll call you around lunchtime. Is that okay?" Emmett asked. He had won our peg game, he got three pegs and I had a grand total of zero.

"Sure thing, see you later." I said and watched Emmett jog off, to greet Rosalie.