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Chapter Eleven: Game Set and Match

Bella,

Coach wasn't going to play me first like Edward had predicted but he was playing all our best players first. That of course included my two best friends and my boyfriend. I stood at Edward's side as the last few things before the game took place. "They're going to play him first." Edward stated. I followed his gaze to the opposing team. His eyes were locked on a player who was standing to the side, helmet done up and he was all ready. I eyed the number on his back and frowned. Sixty-four.

"You really hate him." I observed, looking up to his hard eyes.

He shrugged, "Just want revenge; to be able to rub it in his face for once."

"I kind of have the urge to tackle him." I admitted, tilting my head in his direction. I got a bad vibe off of him.

He smiled and let out a breath of slight laughter. "Well, I won't stop you." He promised his smiled turned to full blown grin, "Just remember we'll need a few touch downs."

"Oh jeez, take away the fun." He just laughed grabbing his helmet from the bench. "Have fun." I enthused.

"Kiss for good luck?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes, "You're such a guy."

He smirked, tilting my chin up. "Fine, I'll just have to kiss you for good luck." Just as his lips were about to touch mine he was yanked away.

"No PDAs dude." Emmett laughed, pulling him onto the field. I frowned after him; he just sent me a wink.

"You suck!" I yelled, pouting slightly.

He put a hand over his chest with a hurt expression; "I'm feeling the love sis!" he called sarcastically back.

I sat back on the bench annoyed. Coach eyed me with an amused smile, "If we irritate you more will you tackle everyone to death?"

"Probably." I answered dryly. He snickered and turned his attention back to the players. The game was just about to start. This meant I had a good ten minutes before I was put in.

I watched the game carefully, my eyes narrowing every single time that James fellow did something I didn't like. Five minutes in I was ready to kick his arrogant little ass. "Bella," Coach didn't have to say anything more. I was already up out of my seat, helmet on, ready to play. "One more play, then you're up."

I nodded easily, standing there impatiently. Coach put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from running there and kicking James' ass when he tackled Jasper. He was fine, of course. I knew he was tough but it still pissed me off. He called off Brady and gave me a slight push. I smiled at him slightly before running to my place. I had to admit, the whoops from the crowd when I went on always made me feel amazing and grin wildly.

"Miss Swan." Emmett grinned bumping his fist with mine. He leaned in slightly, "Kick James' ass for me, kay?" he whispered with a wink.

I bit my lip hiding a laugh and got into my position. Being right across from James was not a pleasant feeling. His stupid smirk sent chills down my spine. I couldn't focus on tackling him right now; we had the ball and I had train my attention to getting a touch down like Coach would want me to.

Once the play had started, the ball had been passed back to Emmett and then passed to Edward who was currently running down field with the ball on the opposite side from where I was running. He protected the ball as guys started to form around him. I could see his eyes flickered to me before the ball flew through the air right into my hands.

James was somewhere behind me. He was quite fast, but nothing close to me and seemed to be a tiny bit slower than Edward would've been. Opposing players were ahead of me but I slipped threw them easily. As I ran further I felt I was on the run from the cops or something.

I did a quick three sixty turn, careful not to break my speed, to see where everyone was. Okay, I must be part cheetah. How in the hell is everyone so slow? James looked to be leading the running group that was behind me; his face outraged.

Just to mess with him with about five feet to go from a touch down, I slowed to a skip. Like a full on skip a five year old flower girl would do when it was her turn to walk down the aisle. At this rate, I was probably the most entertaining football player out there.

I dropped the football to the ground lightly once I was past the line. I didn't even have to look back to know my coach was dying. I don't think he meant to be laughing so hard, because it was unprofessional but apparently he could just not help himself.

My teammates arrived seconds later with the usual chest bumps and all that. "Took you long enough." I said rolling my eyes playfully. "I've decided a theme song for every time I get a touch down." I told them clapping my hands together.

"Oh this should be good." Seth said sarcastically.

"Well," I began, "It's a Tayl-" I was cut off by groans. I laughed loudly as they all turned around and started to walk away. "I'm kidding!" I exclaimed catching up to them.

They all stopped again with a wary looks. "It's totally going to be Can't Touch This." I said obviously.

They just stared at me for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Someone actually go tell coach that!" Emmett bellowed through his loud chuckling.

"Oh, I'm so on it!" Seth said before jogging off. My eyes followed him for a minute before turning back to the guys.

"Dibs kicking the ball!" I called with a grin.

"It's your birthday." Paul replied rolling his eyes. I groaned.

"What'd you do tell the whole planet?" I grumbled looking at Emmett.

He smiled angelic at me, "Close." He said pointing behind me. I turned, frightened at what I saw. On the big screen Happy birthday, Swan! flashed across the screen.

My eye widened and I turned quickly back to Emmett who was already long gone down the field. I could still hear his loud snickers. "Ugh! EMMETT!" I screeched running after him.

Sadly, I didn't get a chance to tackle the buffoon I call one of my best friends. I'd just pull a prank on him later tonight. I kicked the football in easily causing more cheers from both the crowd and my teammates.

We repositioned but James' focus was no longer on me. Just the ball. We weren't able to get the ball this time, the other teams quarter back got it and eventually threw it to James like I expected.

My team was getting tackled left and right letting James get away but I was too slippery for them. I could faintly hear him cursing as I got closer. I almost grinned. I'd get the tackle I wanted to do since I got here. With one last step and increase in speed, I tackled him. I could hear his intake of air as we both slammed into the ground.

I rolled of him as fast as I could not wanting to touch the douche. He got up a few seconds after smirking. "It's going to take a lot more than that to get me out, Princess."

My eyes turned to slits. "Is that a challenge?"

"One that you'll never win." He promised his smirk growing more pronounced.

"We'll see." I replied turning away. The next thing happened so fast but my reaction was faster. His hand connected with my ass and my elbow connected with his gut. Three seconds later he was flipped over, lying on his back on the ground.

My eyes flared, ignoring the gasps from the crowd. One foot was placed on the ground, the other on his stomach. I leaned down, proud of the sign of pain in his eyes. "You don't get to touch me like that." I hissed. "Try something like that again and it'll be much much worse, I promise you that."

He didn't have a chance to answer as I turned around calmly regaining composure. I rejoined my team. I could see the anger in Edward's eyes and everyone else's for that matter. Emmett had a hand on Edward's shoulder obviously keeping him still. "I'm fine." I assured adjusting my helmet. "Don't any of you touch him." I growled. "He is mine." They all nodded; Edward's nod was the most hesitant. I sent him a reassuring smile; it was a weak one, but it would have to do.

They were taking care of the touch downs leaving me to tackle James all I wanted to. He was getting more hurt by the minute; I could tell by his sharper winces every time I touched him. But, this was the one I was waiting for. I think I almost heard a slight snap. He groaned out while I was fine. He rolled over in pain while I brushed myself off. I took one glance at him and then at the medics, ushering them in. I kneeled down and gave him a smirk. "Game set and match."

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