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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated for so long, but I've been away all week with no access to a computer, so I wrote a good chapter for you! Thanks for all the reviews, even when I was gone.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my beautiful best friend, Kelsey Leigh Marshall, who has just turned 14. Happy Birthday my darling girl!
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I walked in to the gym at a pace that was to slow for my liking and took a seat reluctantly on the bleachers.
"Bella!" Emmett's booming voice sounded from the other side of the gym. I met his mischievous grin with one of my own.
"Emmett! How're you today, dear brother?" I asked mockingly.
For our cover story, Emmett, Alice and I were all brother and sisters – our parents died in a car crash, ironically enough.
Rosalie and Jasper were twins that were found in the midst of a terrible fire that wiped out their entire family, and Edward was an only child that was found at an orphanage in Alaska.
Well that's just what we were going to tell everyone, anyway.
Emmett sighed dramatically.
"Not good. Rose won't stop talking about revenge on Edward for his comment in the garage. She wanted me to do something about it but..." He trailed off.
I was intrigued. I cocked an eyebrow.
"But..." I prompted
"Well she kind of wants you do to do it now..." Emmett mumbled, looking at me sheepishly. My jaw dropped.
"Are you serious? Me? Why me?" I asked in dismay. Emmett opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by the teacher entering the gym.
"Students! Students, sit down please. My name is Haydon Campbell, but you lot can just call me Coach Campbell." He said. Coach Campbell was a middle aged plump man, with a bad bright blonde comb over wig and orange skin that looked like a bad spray tan. He was wearing a navy blue valour tracksuit that was way too tight on him; He was just one of those men that just screamed creepy and sleazy.
"Because you're the only person who can get under Edwards' skin... and his pants..." Emmett whispered into my ear, tailing off suggestively. I rolled my eyes. Not this again.
"If you're trying to get me to help you, cracking sex jokes isn't helping you get your way." I told him in a low voice bluntly.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I can't help it." He pouted. I sighed and gave in. I was a sucker for puppy dog eyes.
"Alright," I breathed. "What do you want?"
"Yes!" Emmett triumphed, speaking just a little too loud. The people next to us gave him weird looks and turned their attention back to the front. I snickered and Emmett grinned, not looking the least bit embarrassed like I would have been. I gave him a look and he settled down and continued speaking in a low murmur.
"Just hear me out before you judge mine – well Rosalie's' – idea. And I promise to help you with the Edward situation if you help me out." I froze.
"Help me with the Edward situation?" I gasped. "How much do you know?"
"Please," Emmett scoffed. "Everyone knows, except for Edward. And I don't know how he can miss it, because you're always looking at him with a soppy expression on your face." I started at him in horror, too embarrassed to be able to say anything.
With one look at my expression he started to back pedal.
"But Rosalie and Alice tell me and Jasper everything, and Esme already knew, and Carlisle suspected..." I regained my composure.
"I swear to god, Emmett, if you tell Edward anything ill rip you up into little bits and pieces, burn you and dance around the bonfire singing 'joy to the world'." I threatened in a mere whisper.
"I won't, I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die." I glared at him with a menacing smile.
"How ironic that you put it in that context." I mused aloud. Emmett rolled his eyes.
"I didn't mean it literally, Bella." I giggled quietly while he shook his head in half annoyance, half amusement.
"So, you were saying?" I prompted after I had stopped laughing at my own somewhat lame joke.
"Right. Well as I said Rosalie came up with the idea. We were walking towards Spanish last period, and the coach walked past. So Rosalie thought..." he trailed off "Keep in mind that not only will you be helping Rosalie you will be helping yourself and me." He imputed quickly.
"Hmmm..." I cautioned.
"Well, we thought it would be a help if you flirted with the coach." Emmett finished quickly. My jaw dropped.
I took another look at the chubby man standing in front of the bleachers, still rambling on. My face scrunched up in disgust.
I was about to open my mouth to tell Emmett 'no freaking way', but he put his fingers over my mouth, preventing me from protesting.
"Just think about it Bella. If you flirt with him, I'll tell Edward and that'll make him jealous. Plus, you'll get Rosalie off my back about getting revenge on Edward, which will shut her up and I'll get my reward..." he trailed off, his face taking on a dreamy look. I almost gagged.
"Emmett! Way to much information!" I told him in annoyance, my voice still too low for other people to hear. While he was day dreaming I considered the idea. That was the point of me coming to school in the first place, wasn't it? To make Edward jealous? And if I could get Emmett to tell him that would make it so much better...
I took another look at the coach. Okay, so he was disgusting, but winning Edward over was worth anything.
Nothing tastes better than a victory.
It especially tastes a whole lot sweeter when I'm helping other people out in the process.
Just call me Ms. Generosity.
I shook Emmett's arm to wake him out of his reverie.
He looked at me annoyed. I didn't even want to know what he was daydreaming about.
"Okay, I'll do it." I caved. Emmett grinned in victory and grabbed me into a tight and awkward side-by-side hug.
"You are actually the coolest!" Emmett exclaimed excitedly. He bobbed up and down in his seat in anticipation. He laughed and shook my head. He reminded me of a five year old boy sometimes. I turned to the front as I noticed the coach's speech about nothing important was coming to a close.
"... Going to get to know each of you so when I call your name I want you to stand and tell everyone something about yourself, and then make your way to the front of the gym." He shuffled the papers attached to his clip board around until he found the attendance roll.
"Alex Brain?" The coach said. A red headed pale boy that looked about twelve years old stood and spoke.
"I Uhh... umm... Like rubix cubes. I compete in contests around the world." He stuttered out in a squeaky voice that sounded like it was just breaking. A few kids around the room snickered at his personal revelation. Alex blushed, stumbling down the stairs and looking down. I felt sorry for him, even if he played with rubix cubes...
I knew I was coming next. From what I heard, no one else's name started with C – not including Emmett - or B...
"Bella Cullen?" I was right. I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was going to happen next.
When I stood, the coaches' eyes bulged out of his head and his jaw dropped. Emmett muffled his guffaws.
"I'm Bella Cullen... and... I... speak fluent Italian." I decided on. Well I did live in Italy for as long as I could remember.
"Fluent? Wow, that's impressive" the coach said breathlessly. I strolled casually down the stairs with a grace that only a vampire could possess, and stood on my toes to whisper in his ear.
"I've been told that's not the only impressive thing about me." I whispered seductively. I felt him shiver and I nearly burst out laughing. But Emmett didn't have as much self-control. He was laughing loudly. He would have heard everything.
"So...I...arhhh... do you come here often?" he asked as he attempted to lean against the wall beside the bleachers, trying to be slick, only to miss the wall completely and fall to the ground. Emmett would have been in tears laughing if he could cry, and the rest of the class wasn't that much further behind Emmett. The coach got up swiftly, blushing a deep rep that made his face look like a Halloween pumpkin.
I patted his arm in comfort, sliding my hand down his arm. He shuddered again, and I sauntered towards the guy called Alex to where he was lined up, who was looking very intimidated.
Emmet was practically rolling on the floor in hysterics by this stage.
The coach composed himself and cleared his throat in an attempted to look professional.
"Emmett Cullen?" the coach called.
Emmett stood up, still laughing.
"Well, I'm Emmett, and I like... Football." He stated in a booming voice that was still shaking with laughter.
The coach 'humphed' and told Emmett to stand in line with a gruff voice that was strained in annoyance.
The coach already hated Emmett.
I shook my head as Emmett stood at my side still laughing.
"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Emmett." I said sarcastically.
"Oh I Am., much more than I thought I would. Rosalie is defiantly a genius. She's smart AND gorgeous. How'd I get so lucky?"
"As I recall, you were stupid enough to get yourself mauled by a bear." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Emmett just ignored me.
"This better be worth my while," I grumbled. Emmett chuckled again, appearing to have finally heard me.
"Oh trust me it will be." Emmett sighed contently.
I shot him a deathly scowl.
"Okay now that we all know each other," the coach's voice startled me out of my glaring at Emmett. "We will talk about what we will be doing in class for the next two months."
The class groaned, and the coach shushed us.
"Get over it, everyone. Were doing gymnastics not push-ups." Everyone groaned. I followed suit so that I would fit in. The coach's eyes widened at the sound of my groan, which made Emmett laugh all over again.
The coach glared at Emmett. Did you want to do push-ups instead, Mr. Cullen?" he tried to threaten. Emmett attempted half heartedly to control his laughter, failing miserably.
"I honestly don't care, Hayden." Emmett snorted. Uh oh. He used the real name.
"Fifty push-ups, Cullen!" The coach boomed, furious.
Emmett complied still laughing. The coach had no idea that Emmett could do push-ups all day without breaking a sweat or tiring; Maybe getting bored but not exhausting.
Emmett finished them without trouble in less than two minutes, while everyone watched in awe.
"Moving on everyone" the coach mumbled, embarrassed that Emmett didn't fail like he thought he would.
"So as I was saying. We are going to do gymnastics. Do we have any gymnasts in the room?"
The room was silent. Emmet nudged me. I caught on to what he meant immediately.
I put my hand up self consciously. Everyone gawked at me.
"You're... A gymnast?" Coach Campbell asked me breathlessly.
I nodded and he licked his lips in a perverted way.
"Well I think we should see a demonstration." The coach suggested in a tone that made me wonder if he would have preferred the 'demonstration' to be somewhere more private.
I wanted to throw up at the thought of being somewhere 'private' with disgusting old coach Campbell.
"Uhh... sure." Honestly, I didn't even know what to do...
I thought back to the gymnastics video I watched with Alec once when we were bored as the line parted for me at both sides.
I took a deep breath, and flung myself through the air, doing random twists and turns. I didn't even know what it looked like, but as I landed flawlessly and looked at everyone else, the look of shock and awe on their faces made it clear that it looked impressive.
Emmett was still laughing though, as he burst into applause and hoots. Everyone else followed suite, including the coach who looked like he'd just found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
The lesson after that was quite boring. The coach continued to ogle me and Emmett continued to laugh like a jackass, which earnt him more push-ups from the coach.
It was pretty amusing.
Eventually he dismissed us for the end of the day, and I went and got changed, hardly able to contain the feeling of anticipation I felt as I thought of what was going to happen next.
To see if Edward really cared if I flirted with just anyone. To see if he loved me like I loved him...
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