Hi everyone! Hopefully you liked last week's chapter, here's the next chapter hopefully you like this one too! Also I just wanted to assure everyone this in an Edward/Bella, but it happens towards the end. There will be some Luke/Bella and Edward/Tanya so be warned! Thank you to everyone who reviewed I'm so happy to see new people review and well as the people that have been with me since the first chapter. Here's the next chapter! This is the first chapter that I'll be putting up songs that I listened to while writing, they can be found on my blog: .com/

Songs: "Payphone" By Maroon5; "The First Time I Saw Your Face" By Glee Cast (Cover); "He Won't Go" By Adele; "Broken Arrow" By Pixie Lott.

I don't own Twilight. American Gymnastics Association and AGA are copyrighted, I do not own them. I don't own Maroon5 either. Damn I don't own a lot of things.

Chapter 9

Eliza POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeep.

I turned off my alarm with the swing of my hand and allowed myself a few more moments in bed. Had I been in Malibu I would have woken up earlier to get my hair ready and put on my cheer uniform, it was mandatory to wear on the first day. But I wasn't in Malibu and there was no neatly pressed cheer uniform hanging from my door. I sighed as I looked at my clock and saw that I had stayed in bed till the last possible moment and if I didn't get up now I would definitely be late.

There was a heavy knock at my door, "Elizabeth! If you don't get up your gonna be late. Come on time to seize the day!" I heard Mom's footsteps going down the stairs, surely to finish making breakfast.

I want to be late, so late that I miss the whole entire school year.

I heard the door open and heavy stomping towards my bed. "Elizabeth Alice Rose Swan!"

"Ohh! She full named your ass!" Mini Liz said.

"If you don't get out of this bed right now…" She stopped and all of a sudden my body was freezing. She had pulled the blankets off me!

"Hey!" I yelled, but didn't look up. I simply wrapped myself into the fetal position to keep warm.

"Well, then maybe you should have listened when I woke you up the first time. You have 20 minutes; if I come up here again I will drop a bucket of water on your head."

I finally looked up, "You wouldn't," I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Try me, Eliza." We continued to stare at each other until she turned on her heel and started to walk towards the door.

"Breakfast is ready. Twenty minutes Eliza," she reminded me while she walked down the hall.

I sighed and quickly got up, I didn't want to risk her actually going thru with her threat. I walked over to my iPod that was hooked up to a speaker. A Maroon5 song started to play as I walked over to my window and looked out to see Seattle's dreary weather come in full force. I sighed as I remembered when rain and cloudy skies weren't a norm for me till now.

I walked over to my bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. I gave myself a once over. I was pretty, but nothing special. I had wavy brown hair that reached my waist and green eyes that could be seen on millions of other girls. My skin was paler now that what it was in Malibu were I would get a slight glow. I was averagely tall, around 5'5, which had helped me in gymnastics, but not anywhere else. I sighed at my averageness and walked towards my closet where I picked out my favorite UCLA pullover and jeans, I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I walked over to my vanity and looked at my small make up collection. I grabbed a tube of Cherry Chapstick and put some on.

Worst first day of school outfit ever. Mini Liz was shaking her head in disappointment.

Shut up.

When I walked into the kitchen my hair was pulled into a ponytail and a pair of beat up converse on my feet. Mom had her back to me as she cooked the pancakes.

"Do you want 2 pancakes or 3?" She turned around and smiled at my outfit. Probably noticing the message it gave.

"Two please." I walked towards the coffee maker and poured myself a cup. I lifted it to my lips and took a small sip and my eyes closed as it went down my throat warming my body.

"Sometimes I wonder how you're not shorter."

I opened my eyes to find her leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee also in her hand. She was smiling at me and for a moment it felt almost as if we were back in Malibu having the same fake argument we have all the time.

"Oh really I'm short?" I looked at her 5'4 body as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'll have you know 5'4 is almost average," she said her eyes playfully narrowing.

"Almost." I repeated, a full on grin on my face.

She rolled her eyes at me, "Whatever."

I chucked as I walked over to the table. We both sat down and ate in comfortable silence until I notice something by the door. "What's that?"

"Your cheer bag." She answered as she speared a strawberry with her fork.

I rolled my eyes, "I know that, but what's it doing there," I remembered leaving it in Malibu along with my other cheer stuff. I went to go pick up the black bag that had MHS Cheer in bold turquoise writing, my name was embroidered in cursive in white on the other side.

"I had it mailed here." Another bite of pancakes went into her mouth.

"But, why?"

"Cheerleading tryouts are today." Another strawberry went into her mouth.

"And…" I said because this couldn't possibly be going where I think it's going

"And you're going to be trying out." She said, her coffee cup coming up to her lips.

I thought of the group of girls and boys I had cheered with for the past two years. "But Mom I can't-"

"Please Eliza I want this year to be as normal as possible for you and that includes cheer. Coach Lagen said it was fine if you joined another squad for the year. Plus I know you'd miss it."

I smiled when she mentioned my cheer coach and thought about how I would miss I would miss cheer. "Fine, but trying out doesn't mean I'll make it."

I looked up at the Harvard-style school with its red bricked buildings, tree lined walkways, and plush green grass clipped so neatly it could have been Astroturf. The main focus was a large red bricked clock tower in the middle. Everywhere I looked groups of people were talking about their summer and all the girls were wearing the latest fashions. Boys with letterman jackets were standing around the steps of the clock tower's double door entrance.

"Impressive isn't it." She was driving me since I didn't know where the school was at.

I looked at my mom in the driver side of the car, "Yeah, I'm not in Kansas anymore."

She chuckled as she handed me an envelope. "Here's the application and a blank check so you can pay for whatever you need."

"Mom, I don't even know if I'll get in!"

"You will," she said it with such certainty that it should have surprised me, but it didn't since I was used to it. Mom always had that level of confidence in me, even when I told her I wanted to be an elite gymnast and knew that I would be going against the best in the nation she never showed the slightest bit of doubt that I would beat them. That's why I felt so guilty when I retired.

I opened the car door and grabbed my messenger and cheer bag, "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, Eliza. I'll pick you up after try outs." I closed the door and watched as my mother drove away.

I heard the noise of the students talking amongst themselves. I turned around and found some of them looking at me. I found myself taking a deep breaths, feeling them fill me all the way to my abdomen like I used to before I would have an event.

As I walked down the tree lined path I felt eyes following me. I was aware that because of the high tuition and exclusivity new students weren't common. I felt everything from my clothes to my face being judged, but I was used to that. I was always being judged when I was a gymnast, but that didn't mean I like it. Girls were probably noticing how unfashionable my outfit was and guys were probably noticing how plain I was.

I walked through the halls with my eyes down, thankful that the sounds of heel and summer chatter drowned out the whispers about me. I headed straight to the administration office, thankful that it was close to the entrance and well labeled. There was an elderly woman behind the desk that continued to type as I walked forward.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up my schedule. My name's-," I was interrupted by the lady when her eyes snapped up to my face.

A slow smile appeared on her wrinkly face. "Miss Elizabeth Swan, of course. I'm Mrs. Cope, Principal Greene is expecting you."

"He is?"

"Of course," She pointed me towards a dark mahogany door and after wishing me a good day she went back to typing on her computer.

I walked towards the door confused. Surely he didn't do this to every new student?

I was invited in by a loud booming voice. When I opened it I found a balding man sitting behind a large oak desk. The hair he did have was graying and his eyes were a soft brown.

He stood up as I got closer to his desk, "Miss Swan," He greeted me and shook my hand then motioned me to sit down across from him. "Please allow me to be one of the first to welcome you to Seattle Prep. I know you will have an amazing experience here."

"Thank you," I said with a smile, trying to appear interested.

"And let me say that it is an honor to have someone studying here with you accomplishments."

"Thank you?" I said trying to think about what accomplishments he was talking about. I mean sure I had a pretty good GPA and was on the cheerleading squad, but surely I wasn't the only one.

"Your gymnastic career was incredibly successful. To win Junior Nationals and Junior Worlds by the time your 13, it's amazing! I even heard you were even asked to train at the USATC for Olympic Trials!"

Which the AGA took back after I injured myself.

"I've already informed Mrs. Morrison about you. She is so thrilled that she has decided to teach gymnastics for first semester and she asked if maybe you could help. Isn't that exciting?"

I found myself nodding and looking as if I was following I monologue as I tried very hard not to hyperventilate. I couldn't believe that I was again going to take on the role of that gymnastics freak that took me months to lose that role in Malibu. How did he find out about it anyway! My career was short, surely no one even bothered to remember me after all this time? Except…

"Did my mother tell you?"

He looked almost offended that I interrupted him, but answered anyway, "No, my granddaughter is a gymnast and she loved to follow elites, your name sounded familiar and your name was immediately familiar to her. Then she started to talk about how she had been trying to stick a Layout Swan, but just hasn't been able…"

I felt my heart stop when he mentioned the layout named after me, it was the triple tuck that cost me everything. I looked down as the painful memory started to bubble to the surface.

"About giving the class a few pointers…"

My face snapped up, "I'm sorry, but I feel that I am no position to teach since I quit a while ago. I haven't been on any apparatus in years." I must have said it too sharply since he flinched slightly, I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't find it in me.

He gave me a tight lipped smile, "Well that's too bad."

At that time Mrs. Cope came into the office to tell me that the bell would ring soon and that I wouldn't want to be late to my first class. Principal Greene and I parted ways, he with his tight lipped smile and I with a fake one. On my way out I was handed my schedule and a map that Mrs. Cope had a highlighted a root to every one of my classes.

I hurriedly walked through the masses of people crowding the hallway and made my way to my locker. I stuffed my cheer bag into it and took a deep breath to try to calm myself.

"Hi!" I looked over my shoulder to see where the peppy voice had come from. She had black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, her hazel eyes were covered with big black rimmed glasses. A friendly smile covered her face. She, like me, hadn't put that much effort into her outfit this morning as she was wearing one of those math shirts with dark jeans and converse. It looked good on her, weirdly enough; maybe this was a look for her.

"I'm Natalie. You must be new." She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I shook her hand, a friendly smile appearing on my face also, "Eliza." I felt my bag start to slip off my shoulder, "Is it that obvious that I'm new?"

She shook her head, "No, I've just never seen you around before; we don't get a lot of new students around here often especially scholarship students."

Scholarship?

"I'm not on a-," I started, but was interrupted by the bell.

"What's your first class?" she asked, either completely ignoring or hadn't heard my question.

I looked down at my schedule, "AP Calculus with Brookins and about the scholarship thing-," I started again but was interrupted once again by the bell. What the hell can't I get a word in!

She started to walk backwards towards a back door leaving me still standing in an almost empty hallway. "I would totally show you were her classroom is, but I have Chemistry with Edingfield all the way in Cullen Hall and I heard she's anal about being late, even on the first day. So look for me at lunch okay! Bye!" She finally turned to walk right after giving me a final wave.

"Bye." But by the time I said it she was already out the door. I found myself in an empty hallway. "By the way I'm not on scholarship." I mumbled to the empty hallway...

I turned around and started to walk in the direction that I thought the map was telling me to go. There are times when I am truly my mother's daughter. This happens to be one of them. I found myself hitting a hard chest causing my ass to hit the hard floor and my shit to come flying out of my bag. Great! Fan-fucking-tastic! What an amazing start to my day!

I heard a deep voice cuss and apologize, but I didn't look up to see who the owner of the voice was. "It's fine," I snapped with a little more edge than was needed while I kept picking up my pens. I reached for the last pen that had managed to roll under the row of lockers, but saw a large pale hand reach for it first.

"Last one."

My eyes traveled up his leather covered arm to his face. I felt my heart skip a beat. My eyes roamed his beautiful features. From his strong jaw to his full lips to his straight nose and blond hair that covered his hear to finally his eyes. They were beautiful blue-green orbs that were looking into my eyes as deeply as I was looking into his. I felt my breath catch in my throat as we stared into each other's for what seemed to be ages. When the amount of time that we were looking into each other's eyes was starting to go into uncomfortable territory I reluctantly looked down.

Stop it you sound like a corny love-struck teenager!

I forced myself to stand up. I made myself to ignore the electricity I felt when I took my pens from his hand. I forced myself to turn around, walk away and not to think of his blue-green eyes that reminded me of the ocean on a beautiful summer day.

I was able to make myself do all these things, but one.

Bella POV

The café wasn't as busy as usual after the morning rush, a few late risers coming in for their hurried cup of coffee and croissant was all we got for the rest of the morning till midday, but I didn't mind I liked to have a rare calm cup of coffee in the morning. Should have known it wasn't gonna last.

When I got in this morning Ang wasn't here. It was unusual for Ang not to be here every morning to inspect the pastries as they bake so their perfect. She came in around noon holding a newspaper in her hands and looking rather mad.

She thrust the paper into my hands, "Have you seen this?"

"What did they finally figure out who we are?" I immediately scanned the paper for my name and, most importantly, Eliza's name.

I saw no mention of either of our names, "But there's nothing here."

She took the paper out of my hands, turned it around and placed it gently in my hands again. I didn't look at it at first, but when I did I dropped it as if it burned me.

The bells ringed telling us there was another person in the store, but I didn't look up. I kept looking at the picture that looked right back up at me. I felt my breathing get more labored and my body start to tremble as the picture smiled up at me, taunting me, breaking my heart.

"I came as fast as I could when I heard."

Luke.

"We should get her into the office before she breaks down." Ang said softly.

The picture was suddenly out of my view and I wanted to scream for it to be out back so I could continue my suffering. But before I could a strong arm wrapped around my wait and all but carried me toward the back. We walked in to my office and I was sat on my chair. I watched as they started to argue.

Luke was looking angrily at Ang; his hands in angry fist at his sides, "What were you thinking, showing her those pictures."

Ang crossed her arms and matched Luke's icy gaze, "She was gonna find out eventually, better she found out by me than by finding the newspaper on her own."

"Because she's taking it so well."

Ang looked sadly at me, "I thought she would take it better."

"How was I supposed to take it?" I was surprised at my own voice, at how powerful it was.

Ang's eyes moved to my face, also surprised that I was speaking, "Well- I- umm."

"Just leave me alone, Ang."

"Bella," She pleaded.

"Please Ang," I all but shouted.

Tears were starting to form in both of our eyes and felt bad for making her cry, but something inside me stopped me from apologizing. I watched her walk out of my office and felt a little bit more of my heart break.

I turned in my chair, put my elbows in my desk, and put my head in my hands. I allowed my tears to start falling and my chest started to shake from the strength in my sobs.

"Bella."

I looked and saw Luke kneeling next to me. I was immediately embarrassed for him seeing me break down.

"Oh, Bella." He reached up and cupped my face with one hand and wiped my tears with the other.

I allowed myself to melt in this embrace, "He's getting married, Luke."

He pushed my hair behind my ear, "I know, sweetheart."

"With Tanya. Tanya Denali." I clarified.

He just nodded and did nothing.

"I should have expected it. Him getting married, I mean. Him marrying Tanya, though, that's a shock. I didn't realize they were that serious at the time of the party." I looked into the eyes of the person who had declared his love for me a short 16 years ago.

"I heard they've been dating for a while," He said.

I nodded. We stayed silent for a while with him just holding my face.

"Do you still love him?" He asked suddenly, hope in his eyes, but as my silence got longer the hope faded just a little.

I took my face out of his hands and saw that his love for me hadn't faded, just like mine for Edward.

"Let me help you."

I was confused, "Do what?" I looked down at my lap, ashamed that I couldn't answer his last question.

"Forget him."

That made me look up at him, "Luke I can't let you do that."

"Why," He was determined, that was obvious, he wasn't gonna allow me to reject him again.

I felt my tears start to fall again, "Because there's a huge possibility I can't okay," I basically whispered, "That you might just get your hopes up and-"

"I'm willing to take the risk."

I looked at the man that loves me so much that he was willing to stand with me while I yearned for another man. If that wasn't love then what is?

"You can't do it on your own."

He was right, I couldn't, but he couldn't do it on his own either.

I nodded, "Okay."

He smiled the biggest grin I had seen in my life and pulled me up and into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist and felt his warmth on my skin. If only I could let go…

At that moment I promised myself that I would forget him.

I would forget Edward Cullen.

A/N:

Don't kill me.

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