A/N- well I was just going to leave it at that for a while but I was sitting here thinking about what I was going to write next and inspiration struck and I know that if I don't write it now ill forget it so consider this a present form the Easter bunny

Chapter 12

After the talking to the doctor, I knew I would have to break the news to the team so I walked into the locker room. The room went silent the second I stepped inside. I knew that this would happen. Once they saw that I was walking a grin spread across there faces. It was nice to see them happy. Jasper was the first one to talk since he was the one that helped me off the ice.

"Is everything okay? Are you going to finish off the game? What's wrong?"

"Everything is okay, I will not be finishing off this game in fact I'm going to have to take a couple of games off, and I bruised a couple of bones in my back. Nothing to serious we just have to let it heal."

A look of relief washed over his face and he came to give me a hug. Unfortunately, he grabbed me right where my bruised bones were.

"Ouch! Oh, let go of me, let's not hug until I'm healed"

After the game ended, we went back to the hotel. We had won the game 2-1. I had to sleep on my side because of my back being bruised an I wasn't use to it. The next day Edward came up form the minor leagues. It was nice having him around. He is the same age as me so we got along great much to Justin's dismay. The second we met, I knew that there was something about Edward. He made me smile. I was drawn to him and I wanted to know more abut it him. Justin didn't like it. And to be completely honest I didn't care. Justin wasn't doing anything to help me. He thought that I was being a baby about the whole thing and that I should have finished the game after I was done with the doctor especially since I didn't break anything. Justin was getting on my last nerve. Usually he wasn't bad. Justin and I had always gotten along but since Edward got in town, he has been acting like an ass. I think that he might be jealous but I could care less.

All of the guys wanted to see the nasty bruise on my back. They called it my battle scar even though it would go away in a coupe of days. I have to say it's a pretty nasty looking bruise the middle of it is all green and brown. It is defiantly not something that you see all the time. So today, two days after the injury, I was going to show the boys how nasty the hit really was. They were all really excited to see it. I will never understand guy's sick obsession with pain.

We were on the bus on the way to California when I finally caved. Emmet was the one that was consistently bugging me about it.

"Okay Emmet I'll show you the dame bruise I don't see why you care so much."

"Because it's someone else's pain and because I want to see how much pain that goalie caused you"

I rolled my eyes. Emmet could be so immature at times.

I lifted my shirt up in the back so they could all see the bruise. It was really hurting today because we had to sit on the bus. All of a sudden, I felt some cold fingertips brush across it.

"Does this hurt?" Edward said in a voice that sounded like music.

"No actually it doesn't. Why are your hands so cold?"

"I naturally have cold hands but that bruise is pretty sick. My dads a doctor and I got to see a lot of his patients' but I don't think I ever saw a bruise that looked like that."

"Well it comes with the sport." I whispered to him. Since we started talking, I had turned around to look at him. We had both leaned forward to talk to each other and I was super close to him now. I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes and other colors in his hair. Jus as I opened my moth to say something Jacob shouted across the bus.

"Bella, What are you doing? You slut. Just because we haven't gone out on a date doesn't mean I don't own you. You are mine and always will be and I don't appreciate you pulling up your shirt to show all the boys on this bus what you look like. There is no reason for you to be flirting around when you are with me."

I was shocked. I have never heard anything like this come from Jacob. He was a good guy and would never hurt a fly. I couldn't believe he was talking like this. I just satire at him with my mouth hung open.

Finally, I found the words I wanted to say and without really thinking about what I was saying, I stated talking back to him. "I am not your property and I don't appreciate you talking to me like I am. We haven't even gone out on a date so I don't think you can call me yours. And you defiantly won't be able to after that performance. I am a grown women and I can do as I please. You do not get to go around calling me names and acting as if you own me. As far as I am concerned any feeling that were going on between us are so done. And you can bet that I won't be talking to you unless I have to. You have no right calling me a slut and you defiantly don't get to call me yours." I was pissed. There was no way he should be able to talk like that to me. As soon as I finished talking to him Emmet and Jasper stepped in and lead Jacob to the back of the bus. I didn't know what they were going to say or do to them and quite honestly, I didn't care.