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College Life

What Do You Want? - Chapter 11

Song - Feels Like Tonight, by DAUGHTRY

Previously: "Bella," A soft musical voice whispered. I knew immediately who it was. "I know you're not sick. What's really wrong?" Edward placed a hand on my arm.

"You're leaving," I whispered back. "You're leaving your friends... and- and your family. You're leaving..." I was becoming increasingly quiet as I spoke, "leaving me."

I felt his quiet laughter shake the bed, "That's what this is about? That's what got you look as white as a ghost?" I felt the bed shake again from his laughter. "Bella, I don't even know if I'm accepted yet. And if I am it's to East Bay Pulmonary Medical Group, about five miles from here."

Relief spread through me. Five miles was not ten. I felt a smile reaching my lips. "Really?" I whispered sitting up, looking into his eyes.

He nodded his head, "Really."

That one simple word was all it took for me to spaz out, again. Before I knew what I was doing, my arms flew around Edward's shoulders pulling him into an embrace. I hugged him tight, feeling my happiness spread through me. Sure he wasn't going to be living upstairs, but five miles I could handle. He couldn't leave me. I needed him. I needed Edward, my... friend.

Edward chuckled and hugged me back. I clung on tight, as I whispered in his ear, "Don't ever scare me like that again."

"You have to kick your body to the side harder!"

I was on the ground again, for like the millionth time that night. This move just wasn't working right. We did, however, make progress today. I was finally able to get my body high enough and my foot would meet the ball, but when I would kick it wasn't powerful enough.

I got up from the ground in a huff, ignoring Vince's hand for help. Yes, Vince is here today. I couldn't make him stay away from it, not anymore. After my little spaz out, Vince was convinced it had something to do with Edward. I'll give him this, he's pretty smart. Anyways, he wouldn't take "no" for an answer and insisted on coming. I only went along with it, because if he saw what a nice guy and great friend Edward has been to me, well then maybe he would back off. So far it wasn't working.

"She's doing fine," Vince spoke through gritted teeth at Edward. It was kind of ironic. Vince considered Edward the bad guy, and yet Vince was the one blowing things out of proportion.

Edward nodded his head in agreement, "She's doing amazing. Just not right. She has to kick her body to the side harder. It's the only way this move will work properly." Edward was always polite, even when Vince didn't deserve it. It's not like Vince has been really mean to Edward, no, it's just he's been misjudging him, and it wasn't right. He was only looking out for me, but I can do that myself.

I've been thinking about Vince and myself, recently. And anytime I thought of us as a couple, Edward flashed before my eyes. His angelic face, gorgeous smile, odd hair. His gentlemanly attitude, his athletic ability, his friendliness. It made me wonder more and more about Vince and myself, and were we were going but I hadn't decided on what to do.

"Vince, I'm alright, just frustrated."

Edward came up to me, with a analyzing look. "I've got an idea," He turned to Vince, "I think you should go in the goal and let Bella shot at you."

Vince laughed, "What goods that going to do? She can't even kick to the goal." He looked over to me with an apologetic smile. I shrugged, he was right, I couldn't.

"Just trust me." Vince looked from Edward to me. I was willing to do anything that might help, so I nodded.

"Alright," Vince sighed, jogging down the field to the goal.

Edward came up behind me, wrapping his arm around my body presenting me the ball. "Look, see Vince there? Well, that's not really Vince," He whispered in my ear. I gave him a confused look. He smiled, "It's the person you hate the most. The person who drives you insane to no end. The person you want this ball to meet, hard." I smiled.

He's right. It wasn't Vince, it was Lauren. Lauren the evil girl. The girl who insisted on bumping into me today, causing me to drop my books, and then spilled her coffee on in "accidentally". Now my notes are ruined as well as my books and I don't have to money to replace them. The girl who insists on torturing me because she thinks there's something between Edward and myself. The devil who wear prada.

Vince moved around in the goal, trying to act as a goalie. My eyes narrowed. "Ready?" Edward whispered. I nodded my head and he let the ball drop. I kicked it forward almost immediately, setting it three paces in front of me. I ran up to it, kicking straight up, and jump high and to the side.

I used all the muscles I had and then some, moving my body on it's left, timing just right when the ball came down, and kicked hard. I felt every single muscle in my body working to achieve my goal, hitting "Lauren". I fell to the ground, but I never took my eyes of the ball.

It flew through the air, almost in slow motion, at it's target "Lauren's" chest. It took forever, but it worked, knocking "Lauren" backwards on the ground with a loud thud. I was standing now, looking upon "Lauren". But "Lauren" wasn't "Lauren" anymore. It was Vince.

I shot off at full sprint toward him, skidding on my knees to a halt to him. He was looking at me, peircing me with his amazing blue eyes. "Vince! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have- I," He cut me off, putting his hand over my mouth.

He looked at me for a moment before his mouth split out into a wide grin. He sat up pulling me into a hug, a tight hug, "You did wonderful, Bella. You did it! Finally!"

It wasn't an Emmett hug but it still took whatever wind I had out of me. I was grinning wildly. Finally. Finally, I pulled it off. It's done. I did it.

Vince set me down and kissed me hard. It wasn't a rough kiss but it was one signaling victory. I was happy that Vince was happy for me, but a part of me wondered if he was happy for himself, too. I wouldn't be around Edward everyday, in all my spare time. No, Vince had me back. Unless, I wanted to hang around Edward...

Vince released me, smiling huge, as I turned to look at Edward. He had a fake smile plastered on his face, his eyes hard. It made me feel "sick" all over again and I knew I needed to talk with him again. I looked back at Vince, "Thanks. Um, I left my water back at my dorm. Can you go get me one?" He looked hesitant. "Please? I'm just going to gather my things."

He reluctantly nodded his head and kissed me one last time before leaving for my water. I stared at him for a moment before turning to look at Edward. He was still wearing the same expression. "Hey. Thanks so much for all your help," My voice sound sincere and shaky. Edward looked down. "Lord knows it would have been impossible without you." Edward turned his gaze back to me and I noticed his expression changed. His eyes were no longer hard, but pained. He, however, wore that dazzling crooked smile. It took my breath away.

"Congratulations, Bella. You were really spectacular. No one could have pulled it off better," Even with his expression on his face, it was impossible to doubt the voice of an angel.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist quickly, pulling him into a hug. He was surprised at first but returned the embrace. For some reason, in the brief second, when we were holding on one another I felt odd, different... complete. It wasn't like when Vince hugged me, friendly, happy. No, it was warm, safe, more. It was amazing.

I made my way over to the bleachers grabbing my things, trying to hide my blush. I shouldn't be thinking these things about Edward. He was my friend, and the school player. Even if he said he wanted to change, it didn't change much. He was just a friend.

I gathered my things, and Edward did with his. Once I was done I realized I left my ball in the goal. I turned to Edward and smiled at him as I went back to get my ball, "Is there anything I can do to repay you? Anything?" Normally, I would have worded that better, especially to Edward, but I trusted him. His request wouldn't be anything inappropriate.

His answer froze me in my tracks. "Dinner," He half-shouted. I turned back to look at him and saw he was smiling, but his eyes were serious.

I turned my back to him and ran to fetch my ball. I returned with it, cradling it in my arms before putting in back in my bag. After I had nothing else to busy my hands with I turned to Edward, "Dinner?"

He nodded, "Dinner."

I looked at him, sceptically, "A date?"

He made no movement to indicate anything otherwise. "Dinner," He repeated, firmly.

"All of us or..." I was cut off by him shaking his head.

"You and me," He pointed to me, as to make his point.

I thought about it. I thought about how Vince would react, about what Edward wanted from me, what my friends would think, what Lauren would do and lastly, what I wanted. Vince would freak out and insist on coming. Alice would freak out, thinking I was dating her bother, and the school player. Lauren would give me hell. And I, well I wanted to go. I wanted to have a good time. I didn't want to end my time with Edward. Not now. It was the best time I ever had.

Edward saw my hesitation, "It's just a dinner."

As I was about to answer, Vince showed up at my side, and Edward visibly grimaced, "What's just a dinner?" He didn't sound happy. It made me wonder if he trusted me at all.

It was even harder to answer Edward with Vince being here. I knew what I wanted, I knew what he wanted and I knew what everyone else wanted. To put myself ahead of my friends was inconsiderate, but to put Edward out because of it, after he's been such a good friend to me was well, wrong.

I came to a conclusion, ignoring the penetrating glance Vince was giving me, "Yes."

Edward's face lit up, "Yes?"

"Yes."

I walked off the bleachers without a look back. I knew Vince was following me, but Edward stayed where he stood. "What was that about?" Vince asked as we rounded the gates. I ignored him and pulled out my cellphone.

To: Edward
Dinner sounds good. I
have tryouts tomorrow
through Saturday as you
know, but I will be free
almost any day after that
(if I don't make the team).
Let me know when you
want to go.
Bella

It was time to tell Vince. And if he didn't take it well I wasn't sure what I was going to do. But I made up my mind, and I know I'm going.

I put my phone back in my pocket and turned to Vince, taking a deep breath, "I have dinner plans with Edward."

And it feels like tonight.
I can't believe I'm broken inside.
Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do,
But try to make it up to you?
And it feels like tonight,
Tonight.
Feels Like Tonight, by DAUGHTRY

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