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Chapter twelve: I drink a lot of milk.
Bella,
"Welcome, Miss Swan. It's so nice to meet you." One of the older men, Liam, greeted kissing my knuckles. I smiled kindly at him as I took my seat.
"It's nice to meet you too." I answered smoothing out my dress, "Thanks for having me." I added.
The other man, Benjamin, grinned at me, "We should be thanking you for coming! Everyone's been so eager to meet the next big legend."
I blushed staring down at my hands, "Legend." I mumbled, "I wouldn't go that far. . ."
Liam rolled his eyes at me, "Right. Just going to be the first female player in the NFL, but no big deal." I couldn't help but laugh a bit at the heavy sarcasm.
"Well, yeah." I sighed, "I guess it is something to talk about."
"And that's why you're here." The grin flashed again. "So let's start with the basics," Liam began, "When did you start playing football?"
"I guess I've always been sort of a football girl, but I actually started to play on a real team when I was thirteen with my best friend, who was also lucky enough to be able to play in the college leagues." I answered my voice bright as ever.
"Who's that now?"
"Jacob Black." I replied smiling, "Oregon. I've known him my whole life and I'm actually really excited for the challenge next week when we get to play them. He's the only one who knows all my tricks and stuff so it's going to be interesting."
"He can beat you?" Benjamin asked astonished.
A wide smile spread across my lips, "Well, no. But he's the only one to ever come close to actually beating me."
"I'll be watching that game, for sure." He responded, "So, have you ever lost a game?"
I bit my lip, "One, back in high school. Some cheerleaders thought it been fun to take the battery out of my truck."
His happy face turned to one of surprise. "That's ridiculous."
I waved him off shrugging, "I assure you they never messed with me again." I smirked deviously, "They weren't fond of green hair."
The two of them spluttered with laughter. "You dyed their hair?" Benjamin laughed, "How did you manage that."
"You learn a few things when your father is the chief of police." I chuckled, "It wasn't that hard. When they have half their hair products in their bags it's easy to switch stuff out."
"You're incredible." He muttered shaking his head. "I'm getting the vibe you weren't well accepted in high school."
"Nope, not at all." I answered, not really caring. "But my new team are great. I love them to pieces." I said truthfully.
Liam shifted in his seat with a thoughtful expression, "Were they accepting right from the start."
"Well, Emmett was." I saw him grin from the corner of my eye. "It took like ten minutes of proving myself for them to finally be like, okay this chicks serious."
"I would've paid to see their faces."
"Priceless." I grinned. "What probably surprised them the most was, I'm not a tomboy." I started in an amused voice, gesturing towards myself. "I . . . Well, I'm just like any regular girl out there. I mean, I hate getting dirty, I have too many clothes for my closet and I'll cry at sappy love movies. The first time I wore a dress and heels they looked at me like I was insane."
Benjamin scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, I thought you'd be like one of those girls who look like cavemen."
I snorted out a laugh, "Gee, thanks."
"We're going to take a quick break," Liam said through I chuckle, "We'll be back with Isabella momentarily." A voice cried that we were out and Liam stood up along with Benjamin. "You can get your friends," Liam acknowledged, "We won't mind if they're up here with you. You seem a bit more comfortable around them."
I blushed standing up, "Thank you." I said sincerely.
"No problem," he smiled warmly. I carefully walked down the few steps and to the guys.
"Hey." I beamed, trying not to rush into Edward's open arms.
"You dyed a cheerleader's hair green!" Emmett snorted in amusement, "You never fail to entertain, Bells."
"The bimbos had it coming." I replied casually, rolling my eyes as Emmett and Jasper's laughs progressed; I could even feel Edward's musical chuckle in my hair.
"How's your shoulder, love?" Ignoring the blush that formed on my cheeks, I rolled it slightly.
"It's okay," I replied, "A little tender, but nothing I can't live with." So, apparently I hadn't gotten off flinging myself at James totally unscathed. My right shoulder had a nasty bruise. I hadn't noticed it until Edward pointed it out with the most horrified expression. He just about scared me to death.
He moved my neckline sideways and sighed taking a look, "It's a deep blue-ish purple now."
"Oh, fabulous." I groaned, yanking my neckline up again. "Do you think it's going to turn that disgusting yellow color? Ew! It better not." I complained.
Edward just shook his head rubbing my sore spot gently, "You would worry about the color."
I gave him a shrug but immediately regretted it when I felt an odd sting. "You guys are allowed to come sit with me." I smiled, hiding my wince.
Emmett's grinned scared me. "Sweet," he laughed, almost deviously.
"You're not allowed to embarrass me." I reminded, knowing he'd probably do it anyway. He took a seat on the far side. Far enough that I can't hit him, I observed dryly.
"Are you ready, Isabella?" Benjamin asked once he and Liam were both seated once more.
"Bella," I corrected, nodding, "Yeah, I'm ready." I agreed. The camera man counted down, bringing us back. I listened to Liam welcome back the crowd and introduce me once more.
"So, we wanted to talk to you about your game today." My shoulder suddenly ached and my hand found its way into Edward's.
I gave him a sheepish smile, "What about it?"
Benjamin and Liam laughed slightly, "Usually you're the one getting all the touch downs."
"I was a little distracted."
"No kidding," he snorted, "So how much damage did you do to that one player, James hunter, was it?"
I wrinkled my nose, "Not enough." I mumbled under my breath, "I'm pretty sure he's in the hospital right now getting a cast on his arm." Ben looked away, obviously hiding his laughter. "He had it coming." I added absently.
"How does a girl your size injure a man that big?" Liam shook his head, in disbelief
I shrugged, "I don't know; I drink a lot of milk?"
"A lot." Emmett, Jasper and Edward agreed, exaggerating.
Liam laughed slightly, "There has been a ton of speculation that you're on drugs; particularly steroids.
I blinked several times as I look down at my body; I eyed my arms most carefully. "I can see why everyone thinks that. Even our coach did because when he came and scouted me out; he already had a drug test with him and made me do it right away. But honestly, wouldn't I be like super ripped if I was on drugs?" I asked wobbling my arm slightly.
He nodded thoughtfully. "That's true. Besides, your dads a cop, right?"
"Yes," I cringed, "I'd probably never ever see the daylight if I did something as stupid as drugs."
"So milks your key?" he asked in amusement.
I tilted my head slightly, pondering. "Well, milks the healthy one. I eat a lot of junk food." I admitted sheepishy.
"High metabolism, I'm guessing?"
I smiled brightly, "Every girls dream."
"Every girls dream to be dating someone on the football team." He countered slyly.
I frowned at him. "Liam. Football." He just rolled his eyes and continued.
The interview went smoothly from there and we were soon on our way back to our hotel.
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