CHAPTER 3: TWO STORIES IN ONE STORY
BPOV
Ever since I made Tanya Denali my nemesis, she became the hugest pain in my ass.
On Monday, I baked Edward another batch of cupcakes with crooked smiley faces to signify his panty-combusting crooked smile. On the other hand, Tanya gave Edward a real cake she baked out of her bare hands. It was chocolate – my favorite flavor. I was drooling the entire time Edward was taking bite after bite of the delicious chocolaty goodness.
Noticing my transfixion on what he was eating, Edward then shoved into my open mouth a piece of the cupcake I made for him.
I spit the cupcake as soon as it touched my taste-bud.
It tasted like vomit.
On Tuesday, I brought Edward a bouquet of flowers fresh from our gardens. However, I was too excited about the prospect of giving him flowers that I picked them the night before.
Bad news – they were sunflowers.
They were already greyish and the buds were closed when I gave them to him.
And to my utter horror, Tanya chose that exact opportunity to give Edward a concert ticket of some band playing in Seattle, asking him to come with her. Apparently, it was a band that my Edward loves.
So my flowers got discarded on the trash bin, giving Tanya free reign to throw at me her satisfied smirk.
On Wednesday, I wrote a poem for Edward and sneaked into the campus' radio room to make a public declaration.
There I recited:
Edward, my love, I loved you since I first met you
You lighten up my day like honey dew
Whenever you smile, I would sigh, as my heart would beat faster, faster, and would cease for a while
Why is it crooked? Why am I stupid? A fool in love with you.
You awaken my girly bits
I spend nights thinking about your manly physique
If my cooters would have a voice
She would say, "Cum into me, you naughty, naughty boy"
But that was a vulgar thing to say
For a girl who hasn't even had her first base
So I instead I say to you
You fine piece-of-man, I will marry you
I will bear all your babies in my tummy
And we will make a house full of laughter and gummies
And when it's night
And we're alone
The sexy times will keep us awake us we climax oh so deeply
So baby, don't resist me
Because, My Edtard, I tell you, we were meant to be
It was the most romantic poem of the century – or so Rosalie told me as she tried to contain her laughter from bursting by covering her mouth with both her hands.
My poem might have done its job … only, if Edward had heard it. But apparently, Tanya dragged him to the café a block across campus during the exact time of my poem recital to treat him a drink.
When I learned this, my heart got crushed, crushed, and was resurrected in wrath.
On Thursday, I made a promise not to get beaten by Tanya, so I didn't try anything to woo my future husband.
Tanya must have felt that I was losing my touch, as she has smirked again at me as if claiming her victory.
When I approached Edward on his table at lunch, he seemed a little bit wary of me, but when I didn't do anything, he visibly relaxed.
However, what they didn't know was that I was only putting my gear on for my grand battle scheme for Friday …
Streamers were everywhere; Forks High's "awoof, awoof" Spartan spirit was high in the sky; it was the most awaited day for the athletes of Forks High.
There's at least nine percent chance out of a hundred that we'll finally win on baseball against Port Angeles after fifty years, because, according to the captain Emmett McCarty, "We will win because I say so," – and that was the only convincing I needed to believe him.
Therefore, I needed to show my support to the number one batter, my love, the perfect, Edtard, Edward Cullen.
And I've been working on my "support" for the whole day of Thursday and Thurs-night, lacking a few hours of sleep.
When the most awaited game has come, Tanya made sure she booked the closest seat that has a great vantage point to our prince.
However, I wasn't threatened.
I knew that when I will start with my "support", Tanya's ass will be thrown into the gutter, as she would cry from her defeat, and I would dance into my salsa victory dance around her.
And Edt-Edward will finally fall for me.
The night of the game, the moment Forks baseball team finally emerged to the grass field, shrieks of delusional female (and she-male) fans immediately grated on our ears. More than half of them were wearing the number of my Edtar-Edward's uniform to show their support to him.
I only rolled my eyes at their antics. They were no challenge at all.
I then waited for the ceremony to start. When it finally happened, I didn't even have to leave my seat: everything unfolded on its own.
"Let's all rise for the singing of the National Anthem," the emcee announced, and we all had no choice but to follow him, because it's a general knowledge you follow what the emcee says, even if it was ridiculous to stand and put your right hand on your chest …
Everyone turned their attentions to the big screen as the Stars Spangled Banner started playing. When it was over, the emcee was about to speak again, when suddenly …
"Listen. I know millions of delusional fans of my Edtard are present right now, so even before we begin the game, I wanted to be the first to show my support to him because all is fair in love and war."
Yep. That was me. On the big screen.
I loved my smart-ass line of, "all is fair in love and war".
The crowd cheered in delight.
"This is my sexy rendition of 'I Wanna Marry Edtard' by Lady Gagita," the me on the big-screen said. She was wearing my sexy cowboy attire, and I must say she looked damned fine in her outfit.
Afterwards, she started the sexiest sing and dance rendition of the song, replacing all the "The Night" lyrics with "Edtard".
The crowd was having a blast, as I had expected, while Principal Green was very furious as he was barking orders to cut the video off.
However, what he didn't know was that I already expected that he'd want my head on the platter as soon as he saw the video, because just like Mr. Banner, he was also a Sourpuss, so I made sure to bribe the technical team to continuously play the video even after Sourpuss No. 2's protests.
And boy, sure they did.
It was phenomenal. Everyone was cheering on me. Even Tanya was laughing.
I chanced a glance at my Edtard to see him … grasping the shirt of one of his teammates, looking really furious.
I didn't know what he was doing but all I could think was, Gee, talk about over-reaction.
And then, the best part finally came, where I recited my poem again that Edtard didn't have a chance to hear last Wednesday.
And as expected …
The crowd went wild.
Tanya was throwing her hands in the air.
My friends were hollering in delight.
My Edt-Edward was covering his face with his hands.
However, there was one thing that I didn't factor out which bit me in my sexy ass:
That my parents were also fond of baseball, and that they will be present on the game.
So, as soon as I saw my father was red-faced in his fury and was taking large strides towards my direction, I did the only sane thing to do.
I bolted.
Towards the grass field.
To snatch the mic from the emcee.
"COME BACK HERE, ISABELLA! YOU DO NOT TELL A GUY YOU WANT TO CLIMAX WITH HIM! YOU'RE MY ONLY DAUGHTER! YOU'RE GROUNDED!"
I heard my furious father yell at me from the bleachers. He wasn't even making sense.
So, fueled with the anxiety that my father would get to me before I could say what I wanted to say, I shouted at the mic with all my might:
"LISTEN EVERYONE!"
The crowd cheered again, before they calmed down enough to hear me out.
"I'm Isabella Swan, a senior, and I will have Edtard's future babies even though my father will ground me after this! No one can keep us apart! He's the only person I will lose my V-card to! He's my Romeo, and if you want him, you have to go over me first! And I'm here to support him in his game …!"
That was the exact moment my father caught up to me to pinch me in my ear, as he scolded, "Damn right, you're grounded, young lady!"
And worse, Principal Green was able to yell at me, "Three days suspension, Swan!"
And much, much worse, I saw Tanya smacked her lips to Edward right before my father dragged me away from the field.
Tanya Denali, my nemesis, I WILL GET TO YOU, I silently promised to myself.
And I will drive you crazy with fury.
EPOV
Bella Swan was getting into me, and it was driving me crazy.
On Monday …
"Oh God, here she comes," I groaned into my hands as I saw Bella entered the canteen.
I tried to be inconspicuous – I sat as far away from the canteen door as possible.
However, Bella had eyes that were like magnifying glasses when it comes to me, and so she easily found me after just one scan of the room. Once she saw me, her whole face lit up like Christmas lights and she sprinted – yes, sprinted – towards my table.
I suddenly hoped I could have been swallowed by the floor as the whole canteen people were shooting us furtive glances, and snickering quietly.
As was usual, Bella didn't notice that she was drawing attention to us and simply proceeded to take the seat in front of me with still her huge smile plastered on her face.
"I brought you my cupcakes. See these," she placed the box of her cupcakes on the table and opened the lid. Just looking at them was enough to invoke the memories of their horrid, rotten-like taste. "I used the icing to draw your face! Look at how crooked the smiles are? That's your girly-bits-awakening crooked smile!"
Say what now? Girly-something-awakening?
She then proceeded to explain each of her "masterpieces", pointing at them with a too happy expression.
And I didn't know what came into me.
At that moment, it was like my heart was suddenly melting.
It wasn't like in those cheesy, over-the-top romance shows. I just felt all warm inside because even though her cupcakes had the most disgusting tastes on the world, I knew that she had placed tremendous effort to make them, and it was evident in the small bugs under her eyes. She even decorated them with my face, and I found myself smiling the "crooked" smile she was telling me as I tried to associate my face with the smileys on the cupcakes.
When I realized what I was doing, I immediately got my shit together and sat straighter, again realizing that I was leaning towards her unconsciously.
And to create an excuse, I brought out my lunch prepared by my mother, and told her that I already had a cake.
"You have a cake? Who baked it?"
Too chicken to say it was my mother who made it, I suddenly blurted out, "Tanya. Tanya made it for me and gave it to me this morning."
"Oh," she responded, casting her eyes down a little in a look of disappointment.
For some reason, I felt guilty for lying.
Not knowing how to respond to the sudden awkward atmosphere, I started eating my cake without looking at her.
A few minutes of silence later, and a few bites into my cake, I chanced a glance at her face to find in surprise that she had her eyes trained on my cake while her mouth was hanging open. She resembled a dog drooling over a piece of bone.
I laughed quietly, but she didn't even notice me doing it.
Just to rile her up, I took one of her cupcakes and suddenly thrust it inside her mouth.
With my action, she finally snapped out of her dazzled look, and to my surprise, she spit the cupcake into the table, exclaiming, "It tastes horrible!"
Now you know … I almost told her, but I kept it to myself.
Still spitting invisible bites of cupcakes from her mouth, she then stood to say, "I need to go to the ladies room to rinse out the taste."
Once she was gone, I couldn't help but take the whole box of cupcakes to my locker, and to take a picture of my "crookedly smiling face" of one of her cupcakes on my phone.
On Tuesday …
"Oh God, here she comes," I groaned into my hands as I saw Bella entered the canteen.
She was carrying some grass as she scanned the room for me. Once her eyes landed on mine, her whole face lit up like fireworks on New Year as she bouncingly – yes, bouncingly – went to me.
Right when she was in front of me, she shoved into my hands the grass she was carrying, exclaiming:
"Those flowers are from my garden! I picked them up thinking about you. They were supposed to be sunflowers, but I was too excited to pick them up the buds didn't open this morning."
Oh, so these were supposed to be flowers.
"Thanks, but they're already wilting."
Shocked at what I've said, she leaped on to me, knocking me off my chair as she inspected the flowers she has brought me.
I fell on my ass to the floor with a loud BAM.
That will leave a bruise, I thought wryly.
However, Bella was once again unaware of what happened.
"Oh my god! Edtard, stop being such a baby and take a look at these flowers: they're already greyish!"
"No shit, Sherlock," I mumbled so she wouldn't hear me, and then glumly added, "And it's Edward," as she started wailing too loudly.
Again, the canteen people were having a feast watching us.
I stood from the floor to sit back on my seat.
Just then, Tanya Denali showed up, walking towards me with a gait I thought only ostriches were capable of doing.
I wonder why she was walking that way …
"Hi Edward!" She greeted with a shy smile thrown in my direction once she reached us, and then tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Hi Tanya."
Hearing our exchange, Bella finally turned her head away from her wailing of the flower-grass to see that Tanya was with us.
"Blondie big butt, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" Bella then asked with a combination of surprise and fury etched in her face.
"Why Swan, I don't think you own the canteen so what rights do you have to make me leave?"
Bella then blinked three consecutive times, looking like a cartoon character, before finally saying, "The Constitution of United States wouldn't be taught until College! I thought you have brains."
Where did that come from?
Both Tanya and I seemed to have no clue where the usual crazy thoughts of Bella were heading, so we just shrugged and returned to our conversation.
"Edward, I came here to tell you that Maroon 3 are singing in Seattle this Saturday."
"Really? I love Maroon 3! My favorite of their songs was 'Cellphone'."
Bella chose that moment to hum my favorite song.
Again, we ignored her.
"I have tickets and I was wondering if you want to go with me," Tanya finished with yet again one of her shy smiles.
I realized then what she was trying to accomplish. She probably was trying to flirt with me.
So, smiling my usual "girly-bits-awakening crooked" smile, I responded, "Tanya, thank you for this invitation. They're really my favorite band and I would really like to go …"
Just then, Bella started shrieking "ahhhh!" all the while covering her ears, and jumping up and down.
And before I even asked her what was wrong, she dashed away from us while still shrieking, carrying her flower-grass with her, and in a span of five seconds, she had already reached the garbage can near the entrance of the canteen and threw all her flower-grass there, before running for the exit.
The entire canteen was quiet for a beat while we watched the whole scene. Then, as though nothing had happened, we all resumed to what we were all previously doing.
"So, you were saying?" Tanya asked to return to our conversation as she fluttered her eyelids and stood straighter with her hands on her back.
Her gesture made my eyes cast a little towards her boobs like the prepubescent boy that I once was, before I snapped out of it.
Man, they were like watermelons. Those must have been heavy.
"Yeah … I was saying … err … thank you, really, for the invitation, but I have to decline."
"Oh," she uttered, looking disappointed.
"Yeah." I scratched my neck. "My mom and I have plans for that day," I then smoothly lied.
She was still crestfallen after my refusal but she nodded her understanding.
"Alright. Guess I'll see you around then," she said, before waving her hands as she retreated from me.
"Yeah. Bye," I responded with my smile and a wave.
After the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and before I went to biology, I made sure I was the last person on the canteen as I mission-impossible-d my way to the garbage can to retrieve the flower-grass Bella has given me.
I thought I was successful, but a canteen staff saw me, looked at the flower-grass I was holding, and then shot me an all-knowing smirk.
"Oh God," I groaned. "Please don't tell anyone."
The woman's smile grew as she said, "Seems like she's getting to you. It's hard not to like her."
I was groaning when I left, shaking my head, and continuously repeating my mantra of, "She's a scary woman … She's a scary woman … She's a scary woman …!"
On Wednesday …
"Oh God, here she comes," I groaned into my hands as I saw Tanya Denali sauntered forward towards me at Gym class.
I was beginning to see a pattern, as though she and Bella were in a competition of some sort.
"Hi Tanya," I greeted with my uneasy smile, all the while noticing some of the girls in my class trying – but failing – to be inconspicuous in their stares at us.
"Hi Edward. There's a café just outside the school and I was wondering if we could go to lunch together with my girlfriends?"
What would be the polite way to decline her offer?
I lowered my voice before I spoke next so that my classmates wouldn't hear a word I would say.
"Sorry, Tanya, but I have to finish an assignment in Bio so I was thinking of spending some time in the library instead."
"Oh."
She looked down in disappointment again, so I immediately added, "But next time, maybe."
That easily cheered her up as she said, "Great! It's a date then!"
Then she winked before leaving me.
And all my girl classmates giggled as they whispered to themselves.
And I had a feeling they thought I will be having a date with Tanya on lunch today.
However, I tried to remove these thoughts from my mind when lunch came. True to my word, I decided to stay at the library instead of at the canteen.
What I did not know was that it would be the start of my nightmare.
I should have escaped when I had the chance.
"Mic Test, Mic Test."
The moment I heard the voice from the stereos on the school, I was already groaning in my palms, having an idea of what was to transpire next.
"Hi, good lunch everyone. I'm Bella Swan, a senior, and I have something to say as you all take a bite on your delicious – or crappy, depending on whoever cooked it – lunch today."
Oh God. Why would she even introduce herself? Everybody knows it's her!
"Here's a little poem I wrote yesterday night by thinking of the love of my life, my destiny, my meant to be, Edtard, Edward Cullen."
"It's Edward!" I muttered helplessly in my seat.
And to my horror, all the people in the library shifted their eyes on me.
I felt like I was dancing naked in front of them with the way their eyes were boring into me.
"Ahem, ahem."
God. Here it goes.
"Edward, my love, I loved you since I first met you
You lighten up my day like honey dew
Whenever you smile, I would sigh, as my heart would beat faster, faster, and would cease for a while
Why is it crooked? Why am I stupid? A fool in love with you."
At this point the heat from my cheeks had spread all over my face.
The people at the library started sniggering.
"You awaken my girly bits
I spend nights thinking about your manly physique
If my cooters would have a voice
She would say, "Cum into me, you naughty, naughty boy"
But that was a vulgar thing to say
For a girl who hasn't even had her first base
So I instead I say to you
You fine piece-of-man, I will marry you"
God! Doesn't she have any mouth-filter at all?
One of the people in the library whistled towards me.
"I will bear all your babies in my tummy
And we will make a house full of laughter and gummies
And when it's night
And we're alone
The sexy times will keep us awake us we climax oh so deeply"
Though I hated to admit it, at this point, I couldn't help the laughter that erupted from me.
And though I was still utterly embarrassed, there's something endearing in the way someone tells you she'll be yours every night after she has borne all your "babies in her tummy".
"So baby, don't resist me
Because, My Edtard, I tell you, we were meant to be"
"It's Edward!" I groaned again.
Was it really that hard to memorize my name?
"Damn man, that was a crazy-ass confession right there. Congrats," one of the guys in the library told me – he looked like the kind of kid who still hadn't seen a boob apart from the two-dimensional world from his laptop.
"Thanks," I muttered my sarcasm.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN …!"
We all then heard the unmistakable voice of Principal Green from the stereo.
Laughter once again ensued – some of them coming from the staff on the library – and someone commented: "Now she's busted."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
"Professing my love, Principal Green! Gee, wasn't that obvious? What's the use of your doctorate if you couldn't have figured that out?" was Bella's smart-ass replied.
At this point, we were all clutching our bellies as we tried to stop the laughter erupting from us.
The audacity of this woman to defy any form of governance …
"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUNG LADY?"
I was imagining that Principal Green's bald head would be all shades of red in his fury.
"And now you're pretending to be deaf and daft. Chillout, man. I'm starting to be afraid about your health – you might collapse in the floor."
At this point, tears were forming in my eyes.
"DETENTION, YOUNG LADY!"
"Jesus, wasn't that the third time just for this week?"
Someone – a girl – said.
"Couldn't blame Principal Green. Swan is a handful."
Someone else – a boy – replied.
Then we all heard Swan shriek, and then yelled, "YOU'RE LIKE SOURPUSS MR. BANNER THE SECOND, PRINCIPAL GREEN! WHAT'S THE USE OF FREE SPEECH? IF YOU RUN FOR PRESIDENCY, WE WILL LOSE OUR DEMOCRACY AND WILL UNDERGO DICTATORSHIP …"
And that's when the recording ended.
All the library people clapped, and hollered, and cheered.
Forks High had just witnessed – or "heard" – another dose of epic entertainment courtesy of the one and only, the fearless, Isabella Marie Swan.
I wasn't surprise not to find Bella in Biology, and "Sourpuss" Mr. Banner was more irritated than usual. No doubt he heard the whole declaration thing, and by now was aware that he had gained a new nickname.
After the epic speech of Bella Swan at lunch, whispers would follow me wherever I would go.
Every once in a while, guys would high-five me and would say something like:
"Congrats man. You have a fierce future wife. Congrats about the future babies in her tummy."
And I would bury my face in my hands in embarrassment.
But as I drove home, I recalled Bella's epic poem, and for some reason, a smile formed in my face.
The audacity of that woman … she's a free bird, that one.
Then I banged my head on my steering wheel, as I realized her poem has influenced my rhyming skill.
And I continued driving down the road, as I say my mantra, "She's a scary woman, she's a scary woman," and hoped that I would finally have a sense of the word.
On Thursday …
"Oh God, here she comes," I groaned into my hands as the twelfth girl approached me for the day to wish me a good luck at my game, followed by the weirdest of requests, like signing her boob as a good luck charm for her upcoming exam.
Apparently, the proclamation of Bella where she branded me as her "future husband" has emboldened the other females to speak their minds about their crushes.
She was creating a trend. The females of Forks High where starting to worship her grounds.
The other guys where having a blast at the attentions being thrown into them by the girls, however, the opposite could be said to me, because, damn, who asks a guy to sign their boobs?
And of course, I politely declined the request by the twelfth girl, showing my "crooked" smile to her to lighten up the blow.
Said girl still shrieked and looked like she was hyperventilating when she left, so I knew I didn't really break her heart.
Amidst this entire spectacle, the female idol in question clearly had no clue about the hype she had started when she entered the canteen at lunch, directly going to my table.
I admit I had frozen in my spot when I saw her; scared of what she was to do next.
However, Bella only placed the tray of her lunch on the table once she took a seat across me, and started eating without a word.
"Bella, what's …" I started saying, but she cut me off.
"Wait, I'm thinking. Don't talk to me."
Why did I feel like I was slapped?
I was momentarily stricken by the thought that she had gotten over me so fast, and this thought had occupied my mind for the entire day when she still didn't pay me the usual amount of attention she showers to me during Biology.
For some reason, it felt like my chest was suffocating by the thought …
Until I realized I must be becoming a fame whore.
I then shook my head to dispel the thoughts as I practiced hard for the upcoming Baseball match for the next day.
However, I should have known it was only the calm before the storm.
And I learned this the hard way come Friday.
On Friday …
"Oh God, here they come," I groaned into my hand as I watched a group of female walking towards me to once again wish me luck for the game.
It would have been a really great sentiment if they would only cheer for me and do nothing more, but man, were the girls crazy!
It started out during Wednesday's Bella Swan's declaration of love, and continued until now. The girls were all being forward with the guys that they like, and they were honestly creeping me out.
When they stopped in front of me, wearing duplicates of my uniform with my number and face on the fronts, they all looked at each other for some sort of signal, before …
"One, two, three!" One of them shrieked, and what followed was a poorly choreographed cheer dance where their only spiel was:
"Go Edward," clap … clap … clap …
"Our Sexy man," clap … clap … clap …
It was enough to evoke nightmares on my sleep.
After they were finished, I scratched my neck in awkwardness as I delivered the expected response, "Err, thank you."
Then they all fucking shrieked like there was a huge fire.
So the whole day, even though I wanted to focus on the game, I couldn't.
And when the time came for the game to finally start …
"Let us all rise for the singing of the National Anthem," the emcee proclaimed, as we did the obligatory standing and putting our right hands in our chest, because it is common knowledge you do what the emcee tells you to do.
And after the song has ended …
"Oh God, what now?" I groaned for the umpteenth time as I saw Bella Swan appear into the big screen.
She was wearing an over-the-top cowboy outfit and she said something along the lines of "a song she'll be singing to support me."
I tried not to pay attention to all of it – I had buried my face into my hands.
However, someone from my team said …
"Oh man, look at her, I didn't know she could look so hot."
It was only then that I removed my hands from my face to see what Bella Swan was doing in the screen.
And, boy, was she hot!
Suddenly, I found myself sporting a boner as I watched her grind her sexy ass to the music, as she would replace a line from the song with my name, only that she would say "Edtard" instead of "Edward."
The thing about Bella was that she wasn't trying too hard to be sexy. She didn't have too much make-up on her face, nor was she wearing skimpy attire. It was just the right kind of hot, and she could really bust her moves.
I already know that she could dance when I saw her at the parking lot as she blasted her grandma Chevy's stereo, but this time, as she executed her complicated choreography, my eyes were glued on how she would grind her ass, or flex her legs, to the beat.
And her voice was husky as fuck.
I was really confused. I should be avoiding her, and not having a huge turn-on.
And that's when I heard my teammate say …
"I would bury my face into her pussy for hours if I'd have the chance. She must be a filthy whore in bed."
And then I lost it. Completely.
It was like I was a different person as I launched myself to Riley, one of the cocky bastards in my team, and lifted him up from the ground by grasping the hem of his uniform.
"Take back what you said, Riley! Bella Swan is a decent girl! She does not deserve shit from your filthy fucking mouth!"
Riley looked like he'd shit his pants, but my fury was consuming me to give zero fucks at him.
The fans were oblivious however, while they continued to cheer on Bella on the screen as she was by then re-delivering her poem about me.
At that time, Coach Clapp approached us, trying to break our fight.
"Hey, what's happening here? Cullen? Biers?"
Coach Clapp asked, with me still burning in fury over the sick asshole.
Riley was like a little girl as he tried to explain to coach, "I-I don't know, Coach. I-I was just saying something about Bella, then Cullen lost it."
"Cullen, put Riley down before people would notice."
I reluctantly let Riley go with a huff.
"What did he say, Cullen?" Coach asked me as I tried to regain my composure.
"The stupid asshole said something very crude about Bella Swan, Coach. She mentioned burying his face on her private part, and alleged that Bella is some sort of degrading woman – of course, using more colorful words."
Coach scratched his head, seeming confused on what to do.
"Was that right, Biers?"
"Y-yes sir. I apologize, sir. I didn't know Swan is Cullen's girl."
I didn't even have it in me to correct him. I was still fuming with rage.
"Biers, next time, do not use such words again, especially pertaining to a woman. You're lucky we have a game today, and I want you to focus on that. But if you do something like this again, I'll send you to Principal Green, understood?"
"Y-yes sir," the asshole only too willingly obliged.
"And Cullen," Coach Clapp turned to me, "Just, try not to be too hot-headed next time."
"If assholes like him would try to watch their mouths, Coach, then I will."
The coach nodded, as though he was also afraid to cross me at that time, before walking away from us to return to his previous place.
Then I saw Emmett McCarty, our captain and Bella's friend, smirking at me from his place.
Then I buried my face again in my hands, embarrassed over being caught defending Bella Swan's honor.
Emmett approached me and clapped my shoulder as he said, "Good for you, man."
"God, please don't tell her. She's already crazy about me as it is."
He nodded, but his amused smile was still in place.
"She can be intense, but man, I tell you, she's a precious girl. You're a lucky guy. I'm sure you'll eventually cave in – it's hard not to like Bella Swan."
And for the first, I admitted to myself that Emmett might be right.
Just then …
"Listen everyone!"
I snapped my head at Bella Swan when I heard her voice, to find that she had somehow snatched the mic and was on the field.
"I'm Isabella Swan, a senior, and I will have Edtard's future babies even though my father will ground me after this …!"
Then …
Boomgh!
I turned to see Tanya Denali crush to the grounds.
And because I was raised as a gentleman, I immediately ran to her side to help her up.
"What happened?" I asked after I had finally steadied her by holding onto her arms.
"I fell from my place! The crowd was going wild about Bella's Video and no one was paying attention that I was flailing my hands up for help because I was getting congested by people and next thing I knew I was already falling and I …"
"Tanya, breathe," I told her.
She took in a huge breath.
"Are you hurt somewhere?"
She tested walking, but she suddenly crushed to me, just in time for me to put my hand on my mouth before her lips would touch mine.
Eyes growing wide at what happened, she immediately extricated her mouth from my hand, exclaiming, "Oh sorry! I lost my balance!"
She then tried to regain said balance, but was having a hard time standing.
In my periphery, I saw Bella Swan being dragged away by her father, Chief Swan. I took a second when I noticed her shooting dagger-like looks at Tanya Denali's way, as though she was casting voodoo to her.
Turning my head back to Tanya, I asked, "C-can you stand?" while stuttering, because I was a little scared of the expression I had seen on Bella's face.
"Yes, I think I can. Thanks. I just broke my ankle, that's all."
"Alright. Try to hold onto the rails as I call a medic."
She obliged. I then ran towards the nearest first-aid station to tell what happened.
After the hugely embarrassing and complicated opening ceremony of the game, it was shocking to know that we somehow won over the Port Angeles Green Tigers after our fifty unbroken years of defeat.
Everyone cheered in delight. It was similar to a Papal visit when we marched back into the field, victorious, with happy smirks plastered on our faces.
Speculations then followed onto how we had won over our game.
Some says it was probably because of the combination of Emmett McCarty's captainship and Coach Clapp's coaching.
Some says it was probably because finally, Forks High had acquired a better team.
Some says it was probably because I was able to hit every ball thrown into us and made homeruns.
However, my teammates, and most of the Forks High population was saying an entirely different thing.
According to them, the moment Bella Swan showed her undying support to me, the entire team was bolstered to do better, allowing them to perform marvelously; and that for me, she had become my source of energy for the home runs.
I'd like to say differently, but who knows?
Probably, they were right.
A/N: What was your favorite day? Mine was Wednesday. LMAO