AN: This chapter is Tami's. It's fabulous, really, though probably not at all what you're expecting. Get ready for the surprise POV of Going for the Gold!

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Jacob POV

I glared at the swarm of reporters surrounding him. Him--not me. Something would have to be done about this. Sure, he'd just won a gold medal, but I'd won the silver and where were the reporters waiting along the sidelines to interview me? Didn't I deserve some recognition for my own accomplishments? I watched as he smiled in triumph over winning his first of many planned gold medals and seethed inside. That wasn't going to happen. Not if I had anything to say about it. Next time he was going to be the one waiting on the sidelines while I was surrounded by the press because I, Jacob Black, was going to win that gold, break Edward Cullen's dream in two, and have the fame and recognition I deserved.

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Once again I was standing at the starting block, preparing to swim the final of the 200 freestyle. This time there would be a different outcome, I was sure of it. I glanced over at Cullen, his warm up hood pulled over his head as usual, his earphones in place, but something was different. Instead of looking straight ahead at the water, he was scanning the crowded stands as if looking for someone. I wondered if he was looking for that reporter that he was rumored to be sniffing after. Even better for me; his concentration would totally be broken. Suddenly I noticed his goggles lying forgotten on the floor about a foot and a half away from him. Perhaps this new distraction of his would prove to be his undoing.

I carefully looked around, making sure that no one would notice me, then began making my way down the edge of the pool, slowly inching my way forward to the prize--the prize that was going to give me that gold medal and take it all away from him. I glanced around yet again, making sure that my movements weren't being tracked. Of course every camera was trained on Cullen, the so-called star of these Olympics. For once I was grateful that they weren't following me and weren't going to record what I was about to do.

Finally I reached my destination. It seemed to take an eternity, when in reality it had taken me roughly a minute to walk the length of the pool to be at Cullen's side. I glanced around one more, nonchalantly as if I was checking out the massive crowd, determined that all attention was still on him, then stepped on the lone pair of goggles decorating the tiled floor. The noise of the spectators and announcers made it impossible to hear the crunch as the goggles cracked slightly, but I felt the shift under my feet as the plastic gave way. I fought my grin of triumph. This was one race that I was sure to be the winner of.

Just in case someone noticed my uncharacteristic approach toward the enemy, I decided a little peacemaking effort was in order. I took the final step and clapped him on the back. He jumped, startled and I smirked. If he hadn't been staring so longingly into the stands, he would have noticed my presence long ago. Good for me, bad for him. He whirled around and stared at me, dumbfounded that I would approach him, especially before a final. I fought my grin of triumph and held my hand out for him to shake.

"Good luck Cullen," I said in my most neutral tone, smiling inwardly at his confusion.

"Uh, good luck Black," he replied hesitantly before stepping away. As I walked back to my starting position two lanes down, I glanced back and was unsurprised to find him looking into the crowd yet again. Stupid lovesick fool. Maybe once I slaughtered him in this race, his little reporter would turn to me. I'd never seen her, but she had to be something if she could distract Cullen. Finally I allowed my grin of anticipation to materialize. Not only would I get Cullen's gold, I was going to get his girl too once she saw that he was nothing really, completely overrated as the best swimmer in history. That title was going to belong to me.

I waited for the race to start. Five minutes to go..I removed my sweats and ear phones...three minutes to go...I began completing my last minute stretches. The announcers were introducing the swimmers in each lane, the cameras panning in on each of us preparing to step up to the block. One minute to go..I stood on the block and pulled the goggles down over my eyes, pressing them in to make sure that no leaking occurred. I wanted to jump in triumph as I pictured Edward doing the same thing. Only his goggles wouldn't prevent leakage. Not with the tiny cracks I knew were spreading throughout the plastic as he exerted pressure on them.

Fifteen seconds..I leaned down and took my position..Five, four, three, two, one...the whistle blew and I completed my dive into the water. I surfaced and began my freestyle stroke. Four lengths of the pool and I'd finally have that gold medal in my hand. I felt a surge of contentedness race through my veins as I pictured what was happening to Cullen at that moment. He'd dived in the water, only to be met with a great rush of water streaming into his eyes. I was sure that would have slowed him up immediately. He'd probably attempt to swim blind, but not being able to see, he'd perhaps bump the lane line or even hit the wall when it came time to flip into a turn. His embarrassment would be complete. He probably wouldn't even medal. I swam harder as I realized that I needed to concentrate on the race, not his humiliating defeat.

I glanced over as I took a breath midway across the pool. Miraculously Cullen was swimming right along next to me, a few lanes away. No bumping along the lane line for him. I faltered a moment. He must not have even broken stride when he realized water was rushing in. How was he doing this blind? I tucked my head down and swam even harder. No way was I going to let a blind man beat me in a race that was mine for the taking. He'd surely flounder when it came time to turn and swim back down the length of the pool. All I had to do was keep my head in the game.

But it didn't happen. He turned right on schedule, right on time with me, and kept on swimming in a perfect line. I wondered how in the world he was doing it. He was steadily moving along through the water in a perfectly straight line. Perhaps the goggles hadn't broken after all. Nah--I'd felt the crunching under my feet. Those goggles were useless. He was just lucky in guessing where the wall was, but his luck couldn't hold. I waited in anticipation for the moment that he'd crash into the wall and increased my pace to keep up. We are so far ahead of the competition now that I could see straight to him swimming even though he was two lanes away. There were simply no swimmer or wake in the water to obstruct my vision. A perfect opportunity to see his downfall with my own eyes rather than a later on recording.

Two more lengths of the pool left. I was pulling ahead slightly at the turn, but somehow he yet again managed to turn with me and keep up. I increased my pace, sending me even farther ahead. Finally I was going to pull ahead and finish this race. But once again, he managed to catch up to me, wiping away my lead with what appeared to be very little effort on his part.

We reached the wall neck and neck and that's when it happened. He flipped--a perfect turn by any standard, and started kicking even faster. As I came out of my turn, I realized that he was miraculously pulling ahead of me. This wasn't happening. Damn him! He was not going to take this away from me. Not after how hard I'd worked for it. I increased my own speed as well, my body screamed in protest as I pushed it to its very limit. My aching arms cut through the water in a desperate attempt to catch up, but it was useless. He continued to pull ahead. A half a body length, a full one, and finally two full body lengths ahead of me--in just one length of the pool. I was livid--ready to boil over with rage when I finally reached the wall, farther behind him than any predictions had put me.

I stood up and ripped my goggles off my face, not even bothering to appear the gracious loser. I'd obviously failed to damage the goggles. But, I had. I looked over at a pissed Edward Cullen. He flung the goggles out of the pool and muttered to himself--words that I couldn't hear over the din, but obviously he was upset about something. So, he could even swim blind. The thought incensed me even more. There was no way that a regular human could beat me like that. He had to be drugging himself. That was the only explanation for what had just happened. Now I just had to figure out what type of drug he was using, and bring it to the authorities' attention. Then those medals would be stripped from him and be where they rightfully belonged--around my own neck.

I reached across the lane lines and gave him the brief compulsory handshake that seemed to be required of me, then heaved myself out of the pool and stalked toward the locker room. I pushed my coach and teammates out of the way and glanced briefly at the swim times displayed on the large LCD screen. It wasn't the full second that I'd finished behind Cullen that made me even more furious, it was the small WR displayed by his time. I fought a growl as I looked back to see him finally pulling himself out of the water as the swarms of reporters moved in. Once again I, the silver medalist, got absolutely no attention or recognition for my accomplishments.

I wondered which one of these reporters was the girl that was giving him his own personal, private interviews and watched to see if he paid any of them special attention. Nope, not one of them. But, before I turned around again, I noticed something. He was hardly listening to the reporters questioning him, but was gazing into the stands with a smile on his face. A smile I had never seen on him before--not the triumphant smile after a winning race, or even the polite smile that he wore during interview after interview, but a gloriously, gooey happy smile that stopped me in my tracks and gave me another plan. Edward Cullen was in love. Now, if I could just find out who she was, perhaps I could distract him somehow.

Maybe I'd spread vicious rumors about her, distracting him in the process as he tried to soothe her hurt feelings. Or I could spread rumors about both of them, perhaps destroying both their careers in the process. It had definite possibilities, but first I'd have to figure out just who she was, and how they'd met. It wouldn't be too hard with my network of people. I could just assign them to follow Cullen until the desired information was obtained. If that didn't work, maybe they'd at least figure out the drugs that he was taking. For the first time since losing the race, I smiled. I was going to stop Edward Cullen from winning all those gold medals one way or another.

okay so definitely not what you were expecting, right?

but still awesome!!