Disclaimer: I don't own the Saga. I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I own Rashid, Joann, the triplets, Megan, Maggie and Luke.
Chapter Seven:
I read the note over and over. What possibly could be her secret?
Well, for starters, her skin felt like a vampire's. I didn't notice until now, when the breeze from the heating unit drifted her scent to me, that her scent was icy and sickly sweet. Like a vampire's scent.
I grabbed my pen and swiftly wrote Sure, then I handed it back to her. She read it and nodded.
Well, I know that Edward would be no use to me, he couldn't eve read her mind. I guess I'll need to talk to Jake, which was good, because we had gym next period.
"Mr. Black, please open your textbook." Mr. Beardfacé said. "I asked you to play the part of Benvolio, and it is now your turn." He stroked his thick beard. "Stop lolly-gagging and get over here! You also have to do the stage directions!"
I cleared my throat and walked to the front of the class. "Part fools, put up your swords; you know not what you do." I pretended like I beat down their swords.
We got finished with Scene 2 of Act 1 today, and I was glad to be out of there. To my surprise, Maggie was right behind me.
"You know, whenever I watched Romeo and Juliet, I would have a crush on Benvolio." She giggled and left out into the hallway.
I headed to the boys' locker room, and Jake was waiting for me.
"How was English?" He smiled.
"Not so great. I got the part of Benvolio, and Mister Beardface was a total pain." I grimaced.
"Isn't his name Beardfacé?" Jake asked, his smile stretching wider.
"What's the difference?" We both laughed until we got dressed. When we were in the gym, everyone's eyes sized up me and Jake. Our highly sensitive ears could hear what they were saying.
"I hope they're on my team. If not, we are going to lose."
"Ooh, baby. How hot are they?"
"I think the taller brother is taken. That's okay though, Seth is one big cutie too."
Me and Jake just rolled our eyes. The gym teacher, which was also the football coach, came with some footballs.
"Alright, today, we are going to toss the pigskin." He tossed it to every other person. "My name is Coach Martin. Not Coach, or Martin. Or, Hey! Mr. Martin is acceptable, but any others I will not listen to." Jake leaned towards me and whispered something so softly, only I could hear.
"I have a feeling his first name is some chick name, like Leslie." We both laughed, which caused Coach Martin to look at us.
"The Black boys, huh?" He came in front of us. "Nice muscles you got there, how much do you press?" Me and Jake just stared at each other. "Come on, now, I haven't got all day."
"120 pounds, sir." Jake answered.
"And that's on each arm." I added. As a bonus, I flexed my bicep, which caused all the girls to swoon.
"Show off." I heard one of the boys say.
"How far can you throw?" The coach said, ignoring the other students.
"Um…I don't know? Maybe like, 60 yards." Jake said. "We never really measured. But we know that when we say 'go long' we usually want to run a long way." He chuckled, and the coaches' eyes went wide.
"Alright, everyone, were going out to the football field. Jake and Seth, your with me, everyone else, hit the sidelines." Everyone headed outside, and we slowed so we could walk with the Coach.
"So, how do you boys feel about joining the football team?" The coach asked, a smile to his voice.
"Honestly, the only one who thought about it was our brother."
"I sure could use you two on the offensive team. But first," He handed us a ball, "I want to see how far you throw." He turned toward the sidelines. "Porter!"
A scrawny nerd, with untidy black hair, stepped forward. He reminded me of Eric Yorkie, one of the kids from Forks. "Yes Coach Martin?"
"I want you to go to the 50-yard line." Coach said. "That way, we can measure how far the Blacks' throw." He smiled at us.
"Okay," the nerd said, and he ran off, running like Napoleon Dynamite.
"Jacob your up." Jake stood up to the sideline, and threw the ball with all of his might. It landed somewhere near the 70 yard line.
"74 yards!" Porter yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth, to make his voice louder.
"Show off." I heard the same boy say.
"Seth." I nodded to the coach, then I threw the ball. Unfortunately, it landed short of Jacob's.
"71 yards!" The nerd ran to us. "Jake had 74, Seth had 71." He dug into his pocket to take out an inhaler.
"Jake, Seth." The coach said, patting Porter on the back. "How would you like to become the two most important players on the offensive line?"
"NO FAIR!" A boy behind us yelled. He looked like he was Emmett's size, and a senior. "Coach! They're freshman!"
The coach waited a minute. "…And?"
"Everyone knows freshman have a hard time making the football team. Yet here you are, handing out the first two freshman to catch your eye the most valuable positions."
"Brandon, do you want to be the quarterback?" The coach said, crossing his arms.
"I deserve it! I've been practicing my ass off for 5 years, since middle school, and I've sucked up to you for 3 years." Brandon got in front of us. "Just because two new students with potential show up, doesn't mean that they should get it all willy-nilly. The position belongs to me!"
"Brandon! Enough!" The coach separated Brandon from us. "I'll see you in my office." Brandon threw the football on the ground, then stormed off to the building. The Coach turned toward us. "So, Jacob, how would you like to be the quarterback?"
"I'd be honored." Jake said. "But I'll have to talk with my family first. If you don't mind."
"I don't at all." He turned to me. "I'd ask if you want to be the halfback, but you live with Jake right. So you'll both have to talk it over." He looked at his clipboard, and wrote something on it. "I expect something from you tomorrow." From inside the school, the bell rang, and kids started to storm out of the building.
"Alright, get inside, and get your clothes on! See you tomorrow!" We all ran in, not wanting to miss our ride. Me, Jake and Emmett took the Jeep, as it seemed to fit our character. Edward, Bella, and Nessie(who went by Vanessa at school) drove the Ferrari, while Jasper, Alice, and Rosalie had the BMW.
"Jake, can you tell Emmett to wait for me? I promised Maggie I'd meet her after school." I asked once we had our shirts off. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Are you over Megan yet?" He pulled on his t-shirt.
"No, but she told me she had a secret. And Alice can be no help." I wish she could've been, that way I'd be able to know what Maggie would say. "So, all I see is that I have to talk to her."
"Sure, Emmett and I will wait." Jacob smiled. "Me and him are going to guess how long you'll be." His smile grew more pronounced.
"Please, no betting on my behalf." We were outside in the hallway now, Maggie leaning against the door.
"I thought you forgotten." She said. "I was getting scared."
"Nope," I said, as we walked off towards the woods that surrounded the school, and Jake headed to the parking lot. "Coach Martin just wanted me and Jake to stay behind."
"Oh." She said, and we were in the woods. All alone.
"So," I said, dropping my bag. "Can you make this quick? My brothers are waiting for me."
She dropped her bag. "I don't know where to start." She whispered softly. "But please, do not tell anyone. I need to keep this a secret."
"Uh…okay." Why would she tell me if she needed to keep a secret? Right, I was hiding a huge secret about my family.
"Don't tell your family either." She turned to me. "I know they can keep secrets, but I'll tell them eventually."
"Okay, shoot." I said.
"I love you." She came to me, and grabbed my face with her hands. Her lips reached up to mine, and I didn't refuse. One of my hands wrapped around her waist, while the other held her face to mine. She opened her mouth, and I could feel her cool breath tickle my lips. My lips reacted as if it had a mind of its own; it opened, allowing her tongue to slip through.
I cleared my head, and pushed away. I opened my eyes, and the sight I saw made me whole again.
"Megan." I whispered.
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A/N: Bet you didn't see that coming. Okay, maybe you did, it shouldn't have been that hard to guess. Seth is just kinda slow, as he mentions next chapter.
Thanks to my step-dad, for giving me info on the football topic. I am no tomboy, so thank goodness I live with a guy.
Next chapter coming tomorrow, or even possibly tonight.
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