A/N- …I don't own Twilight…or Nike…or Muse.

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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

My alarm clock went off after I was already up. I felt like an eight-year-old on Christmas morning; tonight was our first baseball game.

I got dressed, wearing the outfit that I had worn to Jessica Beeland's party, and I was hyper with excitement. I drove to school quickly, stopping to pick up Ann Marie on the way.

"Hi," she smiled, "are you excited?"

I nodded eagerly as Chelsie climbed in next to Ann Marie.

"Hey, Chelsie." Annabelle and I said in unison. She smiled in response. We all arrived pretty early- there were only about five other cars in the student lot. We chatted about nothing for a few minutes, letting everyone else show up, before we headed inside. There was a strange buzz about the entire building, and the aura was hyped and scandalous. We all took our seats in the Algebra 4 classroom…and then, Chris Anderson walked in.

His braces were gone.

Yeah- gone! Completely gone! He smiled proudly for a moment, but, seemed to get nervous whenever he came up to Chelsie's desk.

"H-Hey, Chelsie." he stammered.

"Hi, Chris." she said quietly, smiling.

There was a tense moment of silence.

"Umm, Chelsie?"

"Yes?"

"Umm, I was just wondering…if…you'd like to go to prom with me next week." he mumbled.

She took on that deer-in-the-headlights look for a moment before she smiled again.

"I'd love to, Chris." she said.

He smiled victoriously and turned to walk to his desk in the back; I heard Trevor gulp as Rachael entered the room.

"R-Rachael?" he called nervously; I winked at him.

"Yeah, Trevor?" she said, cuddling her books in her arms.

"Umm, do you…have a date for prom yet?"

"No, why?"

"Do you want to go with me?" he asked.

"Sure." she smiled, "I was hoping you'd ask."

"R-Really?" he squeaked.

She nodded and headed to her seat; class began and passed quickly, mirroring the rest of the day. I dropped off Ann Marie and Chelsie, then sped home to change and eat something.

"Anthony, your game doesn't start for three more hours." my Mom said as I wolfed down a burrito.

"Can you blame him, though?" Dad asked.

She smiled, and I headed upstairs to pack my bag for the game; a simple Nike duffel with the white check on the side, with the words "Just Do It" under that. I folded my uniform neatly and settled it in, right next to my shoes and water bottle. The next two and a half hours passed at a snails pace; I swear that the clock actually stopped a few times. But then, we all drove to the field; we were at home tonight. I smacked my gum anxiously as I bade my parents and sister goodbye and headed for the locker room; Ann Marie and Chelsie stopped me.

"Hi," they both said.

"Hey," I said distractedly.

"I'll be in the very front of the bleachers, sort of the unofficial cheerleader and umpire." Ann Marie said.

"And I'll be up in the top right, sitting with Chris." Chelsie smiled, "Good luck."

"Thanks, guys." I said, kissing Ann Marie and hugging Chelsie before I jogged to the locker rooms and changed. The whole team (Chad, unfortunately, included) was gathered around Coach for some words of wisdom before our first game after our stretch in the back lot (a good luck superstition for over fifty years).

"Now…" he began, "I know a lot of you are nervous, and I know that a lot of you are excited. I know exactly how you feel. All I have to say is that if you play your best, you're still winners…just not in the crowds eyes."

We all laughed, feeling less tense, and headed onto the field- we were batting first. I had given everyone a lucky piece of gum, explaining that Ann Marie had kissed the package. They were all popping and smacking it eagerly when Coach called me up.

"Cullen, I want you up first." he said.

I nodded, and stepped out of the dugout, listening to the applause.

"And, up first for the Coyotes is number seventeen, team captain Anthony Cullen." the announcer boomed. I gripped the bat tightly, taking a few practice swings at the air as I looked over the fairly large crowd; Ann Marie and Chelsie were exactly where they said that they would be, and my parents were sitting in the third row on the left, smiling proudly. I took a deep breath, and took my batting stance, knees slightly bent, shoulders tensed. I glared at the Cobra's pitcher intently as he threw out the first pitch of the season; I hit it dead on, smiling involuntarily at the crack of bat-on-ball contact that echoed through the park. I dropped the bat and glanced up at the ball, just in time to see it sail over the fence.

"Home run!" the announcer yelled excitedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the first hit of the season is a home run! What a marvelous start for Anthony Cullen!"

The crowd went wild as I sprinted around the bases, smiling smugly at the Cobra's shocked faces. Ann Marie was screaming and jumping up and down; I smiled at her when I turned around at home base. My team high fived me and Coach applauded me. First inning passed pretty well; we only had one guy (Chad, ironically enough-three times in a row!) tagged out, so we were up 10-0.

It was ninth inning when the trouble started.

We were down by one, 14-15, and things were getting a little…tense between the teams. I was up, getting a strike before hitting a smooth ball into the outfield, though it waned slightly to the left.

"Foul ball!" the Cobra's umpire called.

I turned to look confusedly at him.

"You're blind!" Ann Marie screamed from the bleachers.

I shook my head and hit again, this time far enough to get to third base. Miles brought me home, and followed me in- we had won, 16-15...and apparently the Cobras didn't like the fact. Their third baseman stormed me, and angry look on his face.

"Hey, man!" I said, backing up and holding my hands up as a sign of peace. He just continued cussing me out, shoving me a few times; I could see that my teammates were about to jump this guy for messing with me; I could also feel it in their aura. I was getting a little agitated that he wouldn't stop, and downright pissed when he tried to spit on me.

"Touch me again and I'll put you on you ass!" I hissed, getting in touch with the…vampire part of my nature.

His eyes widened, and he backed away again, turning to run across the field.

Then, I was attacked…by Ann Marie.

"We won!" she screamed, appearing out of nowhere on the field and jumping into my arms. I spun her around, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, dusting my face with kisses while avoiding my lips. She loosened her grip when my parents showed up next to us, smiling.

"That's my boy!" my Dad said, patting me on the back. The team swarmed me, and we all cheered, celebrating. In the midst of all our happiness, I didn't see Ann Marie whispering to my parents near the exit. After a few minutes, the Cobras walked out quickly, avoiding our boastful stares. We all started to head out, and Ann Marie caught the sleeve of my jersey.

"You're coming with me." she said.

"Okay?" I said, making it sound like a question.

She lead me to her car, and we took off, speeding into the night. We eventually arrived at this meadow…a lot like the one in my dream. We sat in the pale moonlight, staring up at the stars as we reclined in the grass. She looked at me and smiled softly; I smiled back and leaned in for a kiss.

I had no idea what I was starting.

She kissed me with passion and fire, knotting her dainty fingers into my thick mop of hair. Her tongue danced with mine, and she reached for the buttons on the front of my jersey, undoing them easily. She slid it off and then tugged away my undershirt, running her hands over my stomach; I suckled on her pulse point, moving around a lot as to not give her another hickey. She whimpered and pulled me on top of her, wrapping her legs around my waist again. I nibbled her ear, and she pulled her t-shirt over her head. I didn't make another move to unclasp her bra…but she did. The garment fell to the ground, and I was amazed at what I saw.

Her full, curved breasts were perfect, the slightly tan, smooth skin glowing in the moonlight.

"I-I-I," I stammered.

She smiled somewhat evilly. "I told you that there were steps between kissing and making love. This is one of them."

I reached down and cupped her right breast, taking in the warm, smooth texture. I kissed her nipple gently before fondling her for a while. She kissed my chest and my stomach, making me shiver despite the warm night.

I took her home, leaving her with a kiss on the front porch; Chelsie's butter-colored bedroom curtains fluttered.

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"Do you think Chris likes me?" Chelsie asked, staring down the street.

"Oh yeah- he'd be an idiot if he didn't." I responded as Anthony pulled up.

"Ready for Senior Activities Week, girls?" he asked everyone in the car.

Annabelle simply nodded distractedly.

"I am. That's why I'm wearing my swimsuit under my clothes." I said. Chelsie nodded in agreement. He laughed.

"So am I. We aren't even going to school, just straight to Salina to the water park." he said, turning onto the highway.

About fifteen minutes later, we were headed into the water park gates, getting out hands stamped so that we could go back in after lunch. We were right on time, flowing with the crowd while we found a place to lounge, spreading out our towels on the man-made cement beach. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Anthony pulled his pants and shirt away, exposing his dark blue swim trunks. I pulled of my shirt and shorts to bare my polka-dotted bikini…much to Anthony's pleased look; his jaw went slack, and I smiled, letting my hair down.

"Race you to the water." I said before tearing off.

He chuckled and chased after me, right into the vast pool, grabbing me by the waist and swinging me around, laughing with me. We splashed each other, just goofing off, and I decided to head to the diving board. He went right after me, watching as I dived into the water-

Something wasn't right.

I looked down once I had resurfaced…and saw my bare breasts under the water- my top was gone.

Anthony dove in next to me, smiling a mischievous smile.

"Don't!" I exclaimed when he made a move to pick me up, "My top is gone!" I whispered. He looked down into the water, and I smacked him on the arm. "Look for it!" I hissed.

He looked, and I looked; nothing.

"Hey, Ann Marie? Looking for this?" Chad's voice called from a good ten feet away. He grinned cockily and held up my bikini top…attracting literally everyone's attention. Some pointed, some laughed, while others tried to look under the water to catch a glimpse; Anthony wouldn't have that. He pushed toward Chad while I folded my arms in front of my chest and squatted down.

"Give me it back." Anthony growled, holding out his hand. Chad smiled even bigger.

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"Does Anthony want his girlfriend's panties back?" he asked, waving the garment inches from my face.

"Don't make me fight you, man." I growled.

"Ooh, I'm shaking." he taunted, smiling still.

A shocked and scandalous "Oohh!" spread through the crowd. My jaw was taunt, my eyes wide with anger. My muscles locked, and I was considering how much trouble I would get in if I actually did fight him.

"Ch-aad!" Ann Marie shrieked; I looked up, embarrassed that I had spaced out, and saw that he had put the bikini on, hamming it up for the crowd- something in me snapped. I lunged forward and knocked dead on into him, tackling him into the water and wrestling the top away from him- there were cheers and shrieks and hollers from the masses as I stood, top in hand, and turned to walk back to Ann Marie, who was trying to hide herself in the water. I handed her the top, and she slid it on before dashing for our towels; I followed her, trying to ignore the chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" from the crowd.

We both flopped down, sighing, and she closed her eyes.

"That was embarrassing." she said.

"I know."

We laid there for a few minutes, just holding hands, when my neck started throbbing. I rubbed at it, trying to soothe the pulsating ache.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up and shielding her eyes from the sun.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just my neck." I said.

"Here, let me see." she replied, her voice concerned. She looked at the side of my neck, reaching out to brush the skin before kneading my muscles gently. It felt really nice, so I leaned into it.

And that's how we spent the rest of our swim day- massaging one another.

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A/N- Go Coyotes!