I'm really mean and evil. I know a lot about football, too. Oh, Robertson and Preston are two of my ex-boyfriend's last names. I decided that I liked Dylan a lot better than I liked Robert. XD Pay attention to Emmett's devilish-ness. -evil grin- I had a little bit too much fun writing this. My plan isn't even completely hatched yet. Muahaha!
Feels Like Tonight;;
Chapter Nine - Practice:Part One
Emmett's Point-of-View
I made sure that Bella was in the clear, before I had Edward take her home. I was already planning my revenge on that third-string running back. He didn't even deserve to be on the team. I don't even know how he got on the team. He wasn't even good. Had to have been because of that lawsuit that nobody was supposed to know about from a couple years ago. Eric's older brother wanted to join, but Coach Clapp said that he wasn't good enough. His parents got pissed off and decided to sue the school, unless his brother got to play. Varsity football wasn't for the faint of heart. That's what Yorkie seemed like. Weak.
Bella wasn't in any kind of trouble. None of us were, only because Eric decided not to anger Edward. He had seen what happened first hand to the guy that last messed with one of our ladies. This kid, Sam Uley, from the Quiluette tribe in La Push bumped into Alice in the mall and knocked her over. Luckily, all of us were there. At that time, Eric had been on our side. Edward, Jasper, and myself were no longer allowed in La Push. Charlie didn't know that though. Hopefully the Quiluettes hadn't told him. It was part of the deal that we had made.
I walked to the locker room after Spanish. Mrs. Goff had let me out early. She had never really seen Edward not in class. So, I had to tell her what happened. After I took my test, I was out of there. I decided that it was better for me to blow off a little steam before practice actually started. That way I didn't have to kill Eric for touching my sister.
"What are you doing out of class, Swan?" Coach would of course see me walking into the Gym while the others finished up the basketball session. I wasn't exactly small.
"Mrs. Goff let me out early. Took my test and everything. I was going to go to the weight room. That alright?" I said peaking into the open gym.
He nodded and threw me his keys. I caught them. I needed to get into the Locker Room and unlock the weight room. I just wanted to blow off some steam. It was hell having Yorkie in my class right after lunch. I wanted to strangle him the whole time. Death glare was all that I could give him.
I worked out until I had to go change into my uniform for practice, fifteen minutes after school ended. Walking out of the weight room, I caught sight of my Rose. Beautiful, beautiful Rosalie Hale.
My Rose was not an ordinary cheerleader. She wasn't ordinary at all. No. She was the best, the prettiest, and the dirtiest. In more ways than one, that was a sure thing.
Rose was covered in grease. She was working on my Jeep in Auto Shop, her last class of the day. She must have been working hard. She rarely ever was late, or messy when she came for cheer. Oh, how I would love to be in that shower with her.
I was brought out of my trance when Yorkie walked in the building. All the anger that I had overcome in the last half-hour was quickly reared its ugly head again by just the sight of him. It was like I wanted to jump and attack him limb from limb. No, I had to do that on the field.
This boy was not good enough from my baby sister. Edward was not good enough for her. Nobody was good enough for her.
I backtracked on my thoughts as I entered the Locker Room. My stuff was always by Jazz. Jasper was one of the starting Receivers. We made the team what it was. We didn't win championships, until our Freshman year.
"Yo. Swan. Hale." I heard the annoying voice from behind me. Why did the guys like talking to me when I was putting my cup on? Every time. It never failed.
I turned around and looked at Mike Newton, already suited up. The only thing he was missing was his helmet, which was in his hand. I continued getting my uniform on.
"Having a party next weekend after the big game. You up for it?"
"Where's it gonna be?" Jasper asked before I could say anything.
"The beach."
There was only one beach around here. First Beach, in La Push.
"Nah, man. Sorry. Got plans with Rose. Big date. Think I'm going to ask her." I had the smile plastered all over my face as I finished dressing. I grabbed my helmet off the bench beside me.
All the guys marveled out how quickly I got dressed. It was just a matter of knowing what you were doing. I'd been playing since I was three. I knew these uniforms. Some of these guys took more than fifteen minutes to get changed. Jasper looked carefully as he picked up his as well.
"Too bad. What about you, Hale?"
"Its a double date. Alice has a big thing planned. Said I had to go. It would be more special or something. Sorry, man. Maybe next time."
Mike shrugged it off and turned. "Yorkie! What about you, you going to the party?"
I growled and peeled myself from where I was standing. Jasper and I were ready for this. Warming up would be fun. The starting QB, me, and one member of my choice would lead the practice. Coach Clapp would go out and get food, and come back for the last hour of practice. It was a normal routine.
"Let's give 'em hell today." I said smiling evilly walking out of the locker room.
Jazz knew what I was thinking. He was just as ready for this as I was. He didn't know what I had in mind yet, though. I did. We were the first ones to the field. We watched the others pile in. All of them stood on the sidelines. I waited until the stragglers finally made it down to the field.
"Alright guys. We're going to give them hell tomorrow. Normally, we watch film, but I think we need to practice. I want all the second and third-string running backs on the field. I've got to have a conversation with you." I knew there were only two. Robertson and Yorkie. Robertson was going to thank me for hurting Preston last practice. "The rest of you, Jazz is going to have you guys warm-up."
I looked up at Jasper. He knew exactly what he needed to do. I turned on my heel and walked to the field where Yorkie and Robertson were standing. The smile on my face erupted again. I was sure that Yorkie was scared of me.
"Robertson, you're starting for Preston this week. Get your ass over there and warm up with the others."
Dylan smiled and ran off putting his helmet on. I could see the fear in Eric's face. I walked over to him, as if not to scare him. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Be afraid." I whispered, walking him to the track that surrounded the field. I had set up the hurdles without Coach Clapp knowing. I was bound to get hell for it. I didn't care though. This was so worth it. "Twenty laps. Jump the hurdles. I hope one bottle of water will quench your thirst. See me when you're done."
I waited for Yorkie to start running. I ran back over to Jasper. He was having everyone do up-downs. Ah, my favorites. I joined them. We were half way through practice when Eric stood on the sidelines. He was ready for the next part of his hell.
I let Mike call the shots for me. He was the second-string QB. I ran to the sidelines taking off my helmet.
"You think...that...hurt?" Yorkie said between breaths.
I was enjoying this a little bit more than I probably should have, but I couldn't ignore it. He wasn't good enough. Nobody was. Not even...
I had to concentrate on practice. On my revenge for Bella. Seeing she was about as fragile as a baby bird about to fly out of the nest for the first time and probably plummet to the Earth and go splat.
"Suicides 'til I say stop."
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"You shouldn't have messed with my baby sister. You knew...I warned you. I warned all of the team. Anything with a dick got warned. You touch my sister, you pay the consequences."
"Edward touched her." He protested. The thought became relevant. Eric was jealous.
"That was different. He was helping her not fall flat on her face."
"Coach Clapp will hear about this."
"You don't scare me, Yorkie. Get on it."
He ran to the visitors sidelines. I had a whistle saved just in case I had to do this. He was at our end zone. I wasn't going to make him do it very long. He just had to go to each ten-yard line and back to our end zone once. It wasn't that bad. I'd done it before, just for the hell of it.
He took off. I watched the way that Mike played the ball. He was actually pretty good. I smiled. I was going to purposely get hurt during the game. I could fake it. I wanted to see how he worked in real pressure.
"I want to see you guys running Blitz, too." I could hear Jasper yelling at the defense. The only reason that we usually gave up points was because the defensive team sucked.
I watched Yorkie fall to the ground at the fifty on his way back to the end zone from the opposite thirty-yard line. He started to puke. I felt actually kinda responsible. So, I had to be the nice guy. I ran over to him. I held him up against my body and helped him walk to our sidelines. I knew that as soon as I got my helmet down, I could finish my part of the plan. Then it was all up to Rose.
"Oh my gosh! Emmett, would you like some help?" Rose's smooth, sing-song voice sounded close to me. All part of the plan.
I nodded at her. She excused herself from practice for a little bit. This was the part of the plan that I would take Yorkie to the medic while Rose goes into the locker room to get his clothes and puts them in the girl's locker room. He would have to go in there to get them. The whole cheer squad was in on it. Even that creepy Stanley girl.
Thinking of her made me shiver as we entered the medic. "He's dehydrated. Didn't get much to drink. He over-exerted himself. Poor fellow. I told him he would need more than one bottle of water."
