When Day Ends and Night Begins
A Twilight Fan Fiction
By Puppetstrings19
Disclaimer:
All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
This story contains underage drug and alcohol use, profanity, discussion of sex and sexually explicit acts. Mature readers only please.
This story is Unbeta'ed! Please forgive the occasional grammatical errors. I'm only human, after all.
Chapter 35: V-Up Straddles
"Edward, Mike!" Coach Wells called with a bit of a chuckle. "Please put your t-shirts back on."
I watched Edward skip down a few steps before jumping the rest of the ten or so feet to my side. I shrieked in surprise from the loud smack that echoed through the gym once his feet made contact with the ground.
"Come here," he said through clenched teeth.
Edward pulled me into his arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the mouth.
"Stop!" I hissed against his lips. "Rule number three: must maintain a pleasing personality and emotional stability!"
Edward chuckled and let me go.
"Edward," Coach Wells snapped again. "Put your t-shirt on!"
"Yes ma'am," Edward responded with a small bow. And then he pulled his shirt back over his head.
My eyes lingered involuntarily on his firm pelvis and sprinkled bit of hair just below his bellybutton.
"Ladies, gather round," Wells called again. "We are meeting next week, Monday August 19th at 12 o'clock, and we will begin the first day of the end of summer conditioning. Practice will take place for two and a half hours, Monday through Thursday from 12 to 2:30pm. You must all be available to put in 10 hours a week of practice for the next two weeks before your 2013 school term begins. Please have the appropriate practice equipment with you and come in the appropriate practice attire. Here is a list of guidelines you must all meet and adhere to."
Coach Wells handed out a small folder to each of us. I immediately opened mine and scanned the first page. It read, 'THE 2013-2014 CONSTITUTION OF CHEERLEADING FOR: FORKS HIGH SCHOOL.' And glancing down at the table of contents I saw that I was in for a week of announcements and some orientation where financial obligations, funds, activity accounts and participation requirements will be discussed.
"I encourage you all to read through it, some details have changed over the last year. I will see you all on Monday at 12 sharp."
"Looks like we need to make a stop at the Port Angeles mall," Angela said under her breath.
I quickly skimmed through the list of required uniforms and equipment we were responsible for purchasing. Some of it could be bought at school in the Student's Store; like the gym bag with the school's logo, the cheerleader uniform, jacket, spirit flex body wear crop tops and spanks, practice t-shirts, shorts and even the warm-ups and towels. The only thing I had to actually go to the mall to buy were some compression clothes, white tennis shoes, white socks, and solid colored t-shirts and shorts for practice days, if desired.
"I'm in," I said to Angela. "I basically need to buy this entire list."
"Let's go this weekend," Jessica suggested. "It'll be fun."
"Sounds good to me," Angela agreed.
My eyes flickered to Edward. He still had that goofy grin on his face.
"My baby is a cheerleader," I said softly into my ear.
"Barely," I chuckled. "I'm an alternate, remember?"
"But that doesn't mean I wont get to see you practice… four times a week… two and a half hours a day…"
I blushed.
"Lets get out of here," he said. "I have work in thirty minutes."
I followed Edward into the boy's locker room and over towards the showers where he removed his shirt and started rinsing the black paint from his chest. My eyes flickered around the room. It smelled like… guy and like cleaning solution. It was all grey and white and teal.
My eyes flickered back to Edward and I watched him collect some soup into his hand before rubbing it quickly over the black paint across his chest.
"Thanks for doing that," I said as I watched the trails of black water drip down his smooth torso.
"Just repaying the favor… Cause you know, you're gonna be doing it for me in the near future." Edward gave me a cocky wink.
"You seem to be more excited about all of this than I am."
"I can't deny that I'm pretty fuckin' excited about seeing you in a little skirt doing jumps and kicks while you cheer me on during my games."
He turned and pulled me into his wet body. I didn't resist him. Instead, I forced myself closer, seeking his warmth and the texture of his smooth chest. I felt his hands slide up my shirt, seconds before goose bumps erupted over my skin from his tender touch.
He smirked and jerked his hips against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants against my stomach.
"We can't do this here." I groaned as I leaned my face away from him.
Edward took the opportunity to suck a path of wet kisses from the base of my jaw, down my neck.
"Why not?" he murmured. "No one will see us."
"They might."
I felt Edward's teeth rake against my collarbone before I shivered and finally pushed him away.
"No," I gasped. "Not here, Edward, please."
He chuckled and then let me go.
I readjusted my shirt and watched as he pulled his back over his head.
"I'll take you home," he said.
When Charlie got home at around 7:30, he came barging into the house with a tiny bundle of roses in his hands.
"Congratulations on making the team, Bell!" he said with a silly grin.
"Dad!" I groaned. "Its really not a big deal. Seriously."
"Yes it is. You've never been on a team before, and I'm very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone and doing this."
I laughed at his obvious excitement.
"Hell, it sure isn't baseball, but it's still somethin'," he added.
I laughed even harder as I snatched the flowers from him.
"Thanks dad, you really didn't have to do this."
"I know, but I wanted to, kid."
"How did you even know I made the team?" I asked surprised.
"Edward texted me. I swear, that boy is a lot more excited about this than you are."
"Don't I know it," I giggled.
"I think he's mostly excited about getting to see you in short skirt."
I glanced up in surprise, and then immediately regretted it when I was met with Charlie's stern gaze.
"Dad, he's my boyfriend. He's just happy for me."
"Sure, sure."
I rolled my eyes and turned towards the chicken simmering in a pot of creamy garlic sauce.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Aren't I always?"
I chuckled and set up two plates with angel hair pasta before covering it with the creamy chicken sauce.
"Don't eat too much," Charlie grunted when I took my first bite. "I think Edward's coming over with dessert."
"Are you serious?"
"Yup."
"I swear. You guys are acting like I just won the lottery… or just got accepted to law school or something. Its just a cheerleading squad."
"Yeah, but you worked hard for it. Honestly, I don't think I've seen you work so hard before. Every night for the past week you were practically passing out at the dinner table. And look at your arms."
I glanced down at my arms.
"I think… wait a minute…" Charlie poked my tiny bicep with the tip of his fork. "There might be some muscle growing there."
"Shut up," I laughed, yanking my arm out of his reach.
We joked around freely for the next hour before a small knock came from the door.
"I'll get it," Charlie said.
I frowned after him, taking a sip from my Coke.
"Congratulations…" Edward said, stepping into the kitchen. "…Again."
I laughed and covered my face with my hands.
"Look, I brought some treats," he continued.
I peeked through my fingers. Sure enough, he was holding a little white box filled with cheese danish's, chocolate croissants, little pink bite-size cake balls and some mini brownies.
My eyes flickered to his excited expression. He was still wearing his work uniform, the black polo with his nametag on it, and his grey beanie.
"Thank you," I said softly. "Its really sweet."
He bent down to give me a quick kiss on the lips, but I didn't let him pull away. I linked my arms around his neck and forced my tongue into his mouth. He accepted before gently, but very firmly, pushing me away.
"Charlie," he hissed, inches from my mouth.
"I know. Sorry."
"Can I have some?" he asked, glancing pointedly at one of the small brownies.
"Of course. Dad, want some dessert?" I held up a cheese danish.
Charlie took it from me before offering Edward a glass of milk. We spent most of the night talking about Gathering Grounds and laughing about how I did during the cheerleading tryouts. Edward was being very nice, saying I didn't screw up once. But I didn't let him get away with that. I told Charlie all about how I stumbled into a girl beside me because Rosalie was asked to change up the routine.
"It wasn't that bad, though," Edward said. "I barely even noticed it."
"Yeah, right," I laughed.
"Ok, I did notice it. But it didn't look as bad as you make it sound."
"I still fell against her. It was embarrassing."
"But you recovered quickly," Edward argued.
"Thanks to Rosalie. She drilled that routine into my brain. I don't think I'll ever forget it."
Edward shrugged, offering himself another brownie.
"Are you hungry? We have some leftover dinner. Chicken and pasta."
"Uh… yeah, thanks Bella."
I got up and served him a hearty plate.
"Dad," I said turning timidly back to Charlie. "I need to go to Port Angeles soon. I need to buy some clothes and shoes and stuff for cheer. Nothing major, though."
"Sure, kid. How much do you need?"
I watched Charlie pull his wallet from his back pocket.
"Um… I don't know," I answered honestly.
"I can drive you," Edward offered from beside me.
"I might go with the girls," I said with a frown. "But you can call Tyler or Mike. They'd probably want to go too and we can all go as a group."
"Na," Edward said with a shake of his head. "Go with your friends. I'll just see you after."
Just then, Charlie dropped two hundred dollar bills in front of me.
"Dad," I sighed, pushing the money back towards him. "That's too much."
"Take it, Bella. You're my daughter and I want to help you out. You never ask me for money."
"But its really too much. I don't need all of that."
"Then use the rest of it to buy your uniform."
I glanced at Edward. He gave me an encouraging nod. So, reluctantly, I gathered the two bills into my fist and stuck them in my sweatshirt pocket.
"Thanks, dad. You're too good to me," I muttered.
"I love you, Bell." Charlie's eyes were on his glass of milk as he said this.
I smirked; letting his words run deep, touching my heart.
The next day, I spent most of the morning on the phone with Rosalie laughing about tryouts the evening before and discussing what I needed to expect for the coming year.
She told me that the year wasn't going to be too crazy, it never was at Forks High. I argued with her, saying that tryouts was taken very seriously and that the Cheerleading Constitution Coach Wells gave us looked very strict. She said the only thing I had to worry about was learning the routines and making sure I remembered to wear my cheer uniform to school on the required days.
"Honestly, Bella. They need to take this stuff seriously with us up front, but Wells isn't as anal as she seems. We don't haaave to wear warm-ups to every practice and we don't haaaave to wear only plain t-shirts and shorts. We can wear printed tanks too. Its just… she wants us to start off following the rules, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said. "But the whole thing seems very serious. Like a job."
"Well, it is kind of like a job," Rosalie said. "You have to dedicate time to practice, you have to keep your grades up in school. You have to show up to every meet, every practice and every event. It is work."
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Are you nervous?"
"A little. I was so wound-up these past few weeks, actually worrying about tryouts. And now that I'm on the squad, I don't know. I'm just wondering if I bit off more than I can chew. I was reading something about performing properly executed stunts and required tumbling skills. I don't know if I'm gonna be able to do all that."
"All you have to do is try, Bella. That's all. Wells isn't gonna bite your head off for not being able to do a backflip."
"A backflip?" I gasped.
"Relax. I can't even do a back flip."
Our conversation relaxed a little more after that. We talked about the events coming up and then made jokes about buying the school calendar and marking the days down.
Rosalie made me feel kind of excited about the whole thing and I soon found myself eagerly anticipating my senior year.
"I can't believe I get a free period!" I gushed. "I'm more excited about that than anything else."
"I know," Rosalie laughed. "We get to leave school early. Too bad your boyfriend will be stuck at school."
"Will he?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sixth period P.E. is for the jocks. They use that as their practice hour and its lasts well into the evening until 5:30."
"Does Edward know this? He starts work at 5."
"He does. He's probably gonna change his work schedule once school starts."
I felt myself frown. "What are his practice hours gonna be like?"
"I think they practice Monday through Thursday, 2 to 5:30, but we usually practice only on Wednesdays from 4:30 to 5:30. I heard Wells make a comment about how she's trying to change our practice hours though. I heard her talking with the trainer. Apparently she wants to bump up our hours."
"Why?"
"Cause we have a lot of new girls this year. We've never had a team larger than eight, and now theirs fourteen of us. Three cheerleaders and one alternate. She thinks we're gonna need more time."
"So what do you think our hours will be like?"
"I think…" she sighed. "I think we're probably gonna be asked to start at 2 instead of 4:30, like the guys."
"I guess that doesn't sound so bad."
"Na. One day a week is really easy… Speaking of which, Edward is gonna be out of practice soon. You better go take a shower, dirty girl," Rosalie teased.
"How do you know if I've showered or not?"
"I don't."
"Ok," I chuckled. "Talk to you later."
"Bye."
I showered quickly and even spent a little extra time on my hair. I added some eyeliner, threw on my old Rolling Stones t-shirt and pair of my skinny jeans. And then I met Edward outside of his house.
I arrived early and settled in to wait in the cab of my truck. His house looked dark and deserted, not a car in sight. Not even Emmett's Jeep.
And then, at 3:30, Edward pulled into his driveway.
I climbed out of my truck and met him on his porch.
You look cute," he greeted with his crooked smile.
"So do you," I said. "You always do."
I let my hands run through his wet hair as I leaned up to kiss his lips.
"Come on," he said, unlocking the front door and pulling me in behind him.
Edward walked into his kitchen, grabbed a couple of red Gatorades and then followed me up the stairs to his bedroom.
"You need to do your laundry," I giggled once I entered his room.
His floor was covered with piles of clothes, but luckily his room still smelled like clean bed sheets and Old Spice.
"I don't have time to do laundry," Edward argued. "I'm a busy, hardworking man."
I smiled and kicked off my shoes.
Edward followed suit, but removed his jeans and jacket as well.
My eyes flickered over his dark burgundy boxer-briefs and muscular bare legs before I finally pulled my jeans off as well.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Edward asked, moving towards his bookcase.
"Sure."
"What are you in the mood for?" he asked.
"How about… something scary?"
"How about," Edward said, turning slowly to face me. "We smoke some of this first and then watch a scary movie."
He held up a rolled up joint.
"Where did you get that?" I asked surprised.
"I just found it," he laughed.
"But don't you get drug tested on the football team?"
"We just did last week," Edward shrugged. "They only test us once every six months. Trust me, we have it planned out on our calendars. I'll be fine."
"Do I get drug tested?" I asked.
No, I answered myself. Rosalie is always getting high.
"Never mind," I laughed. "Lets do it."
Edward released a raspy chuckle before he retrieved a lighter and led me to his balcony.
We stepped outside into the cool air and I watched as Edward placed the joint between his lips before lighting up.
He took a long pull and licked his lips happily before releasing the thick cloud of white smoke into the air.
"Good?" I asked with a wide smile.
"Good." His voice was a soft purr. "I haven't smoked in… I don't even know how long."
"How come?" I asked as I took the joint from him.
"Just… never got the opportunity to."
I took a drag and sucked in a mouthful of fresh air before holding it in my lungs. It was good, and very smooth. Smoother than what Rosalie often stole from Jasper.
"Speaking of Jasper," I said as I breathed the cloud of smoke out.
"I didn't know we were," Edward responded with a raised eyebrow.
I handed the joint back to him. "How are you guys doing? Are you still talking?"
"Yeah, we're cool. We hang out a little before practice."
"Are things like how they used to be?"
Edward handed me back the joint and I took a puff.
"Not really," he answered honestly. "I don't know why its not. Maybe I'm just… I don't know. Maybe I don't really care either way anymore."
I nodded looking down.
"Eric told me that you and Angela got into a little spat at the beach a couple of weeks ago."
"And he told you that now?" I asked. And then I choked and coughed around the cloud of smoke releasing from my lungs.
Edward rubbed his hand soothingly over my back.
"Apparently Angela thinks you hate her or something," he said.
"I don't hate her," I chuckled. "Why would I hate her?"
"No idea."
"Maybe I'm still a little grudgey over the Port Angeles thing."
Edward's eyes flickered quickly over my face before looking away.
"What?" I asked.
"What?"
"You gave me a look. You keep doing that."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do, Edward. What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I just… you still have that nightmare sometimes."
"Not very often," I mumbled.
"Often enough."
I glanced up at him.
Edward was watching me with a steady gaze, waiting for me to speak.
"Let's go inside," I said.
I watched him take one more pull before he put the joint out with his fingertips. He followed me back into his room and then set up his DVD player with the film 28 Days Later and then crawled into bed beside me. He leaned back against his fluffy pillows and opened his right arm, offering me a spot tucked against his side.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Bella," he said softly. His arm was draped snugly around my shoulders, his fingers playing with the little feather on my chest. "But I know you still have that nightmare, whether or not you want to admit it."
I glanced up at him, but his eyes were on the screen. I looked away.
"Why wont you talk to me about it?" he continued.
"Cause there's nothing to talk about."
"What happens in your nightmare?"
I sighed and tried to pull away from him.
His arm tightened around me, keeping me securely in his embrace.
"Talk to me," he urged.
"Not right now, please," I groaned. "I'm high and it makes me really upset every time I think about it."
I herd him sigh angrily, but he let the topic drop.
After only a few minutes into the movie, Edward's nose started nuzzling my ear and soon, all thoughts of zombies and nightmares left my mind. I turned towards him as sudden urges made precedence in my groin.
I felt Edward's lips graze against my earlobe before he buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.
"You smell so good, baby." His voice was a soft hum against my throat.
I felt the muscles in my tummy tighten, achingly so, before I turned and fisted my hands into his hair. His mouth was instantly on mine, smashing hard against my lips, his tongue hot and wet as he forced it into my mouth. Neither of us held back after that.
I whimpered loudly when his hands slid away from my ribs and down to my thighs, forcing them open so that he could bury his dick against my crotch. Heat flooded my body, a fire running through me, scorching through my veins.
My hands raked hard over his shoulders, around his sides to his back, my nails digging into his t-shirt, seeking his smooth skin.
"I want you on top," Edward said and then he flipped us so that I was straddling him.
The sudden jolt of movement made me gasp out in surprise as my hair whipped around my face.
"God, you're so hot," he groaned huskily.
I felt his hands slip quickly up my shirt towards my breasts. His hands fisted over my supple skin before his thumbs swept quickly over my pert nipples. I threw my head back as a low whimper clawed its way out of my throat.
"Oh, God," I cried. "Fuck me."
I circled my hips roughly over his erection, and then smiled when I heard him choke out a deep growl of pleasure.
Edward's lips and teeth were rough and hungry as he sucked my nipples into my mouth. I couldn't recall him removing my t-shirt or my bra, but I figured I was probably just as high off his body as I was off the weed.
My hands moved of their own accord. I yanked his shirt over his head and forced his boxers down his hips before I pulled the crotch of my panties aside. I moved quickly, eager to feel him hot and hard against me… inside of me.
I felt Edward's hands grip the waistband of my underwear and pull. I wasn't even fazed by the sound of my panties stretching and ripping as he yanked them away from my body.
"Hold on, baby," Edward gasped. One of his hands gripped my hip, keeping me at a safe distance from his cock.
I whimpered again as I gyrated my hips against his thigh. I slid against him easily, my arousal practically dripping from my pussy.
I watched him tear the small foil package open before he slid the latex over his dick. And then I was on him, instantly taking him into me, filling me completely.
I cried out from the sudden fullness, but immediately forced myself to move. I pumped myself over him slowly, easing my way up and then all the way back down before I circled my hips against his pelvis, seeking friction against my clit.
"You look so fucking hot," Edward panted heavily from beneath me.
I opened my eyes, my gaze instantly landing on his. His eyes were hooded and dazed, his pupils large and dilated in his green irises. His mouth was sagging open, his lips wet and glittering as he watched me hump him at a steady rhythm. He was leaning back against the headboard, his shoulders surrounded by fluffy white pillows. A bit of sunlight was peaking through his drapes, and the bright yellow rays streaked over his chest.
"So beautiful," I whispered as I gazed down at him.
I felt his hands slide from my breasts, down over my ribs and tummy and then around my hips to grip my ass. He lifted his hips into me, forcing me to whimper and push back against him. And then we were moving, faster and much more aggressively against each other. He sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms beneath mine so that he could fist his hands into my hair. I braced myself; my head back as he tugged on my sweaty locks while my hands gripped his shoulders, using them as leverage as I pumped myself faster above him. The spring in my lower abdomen started to tighten and stretch.
"I'm getting close," he gasped.
My gaze flickered to his and I could see him struggle to hold himself together.
I reached a hand down between my legs and instantly starting rubbing and circling my clit.
Edward's gaze followed my hand and I heard him groan as he watched me fondle myself. I gasped for air and whimpered louder when I felt his tongue slid up neck to the tip of my chin. And then a bolt of pleasure shot through me, straight to my pussy.
"Fuck," I cried. "Oh God."
He flipped us again so that he was on top, forcing my knees against my chest as he buried himself into me, thrusting erratically. I cried out again as I gripped his shoulders. It felt like my body was on the verge of combustion.
"I'm coming, baby," Edward heaved in a husky warning as he bent to rest his head against mine.
I heard him release a strangled groan just as my pussy constricted around him. I had to scream to get the air out of my lungs as I came, trembling beneath him as he rode us both through our orgasms.
Once he collapsed onto my chest, we laid there for a minute, struggling to breathe while our bodies trembled against each other.
Over the next week, I spent a lot of time with Rosalie, Jessica, Alice and Angela. We had to run many errands, getting our cheer equipment together in time for practice Monday afternoon. And when the day finally came, I felt utterly unprepared in my tight, black spandex practice shorts and white t-shirt with words FORKS TROJANS written in teal across the chest. My hair was up in a high ponytail, just like everyone else, and I was in my white socks and white Kaepa Touch Shoes. Yet, I still somehow managed to feel sloppy with the loose strands of hair that resisted my ponytail and hung, flowing in the light breeze around my face and shoulders.
All fourteen of us were standing around on a section of the football field, shivering from the damp breeze, while watching the boys on the football team run back and forth doing their morning routine.
I watched Edward the entire time.
"Good afternoon, Ladies!" Coach Wells called to us.
I turned and saw her approach with a man and woman by her side. They were all dressed in their warm-ups, all white and teal. Our school colors.
We spent the first hour going over announcements and orientation. And Rosalie was right. Wells had decided to bump up our practice hours. Instead of practicing on Wednesdays from 4:30 to 5:30pm once school started, we were told that we'd be practicing Tuesdays and Thursdays from 2 to 5:30pm.
Many groans of displeasure erupted around me, but Wells argued that in order for us to get into shape and learn to work as a team of fourteen instead of eight, we needed enough time to work on our bodies and really get to know each other. Cheerleading was about trust and unity. We had to trust our peers.
Once orientation was completed, we got to work. We stretched for about ten minutes and then were released to run two miles on the track around the football field.
Two miles.
I got to work.
The first mile wasn't too bad. I had gotten somewhat used to controlling my breathing and the inevitable migraine, but the second mile was killer. Many of us had slowed to a crawling jog and there were even a couple of us who gave up all together and walked the last couple of laps. I was one of them.
"Move it, Bella!" Alice shriek as she jogged passed me.
I didn't have enough energy to call out a smartass remark as I forced my legs to move.
Once we were done, Coach Wells gave us a long lecture on how out of shape we all were, and because some of us couldn't complete the two miles in under twenty minutes.
The conditioning process was basically sets of Jumping Squats to help with tumbling and dipping, Burpies to help with speed and endurance, Jump Joints to work on our posture and pointing our toes, V-Up Straddles to help with toe touches and heel stretches, and lastly Tricep Dips. All of the exercises were modified in a way that added a cheerleader's stance and arm gestures, clasping hands, doing the T with our arms, and the entire time I had to remember to 'engage my core.'
Needless to say, I stumbled and fell a lot throughout the entire process, and by the end of the day's session, my ass, knees and elbows hurt more than any of the real muscles in my body.
"Jesus," Jessica gasped from beside me.
We were all lying on the ground having just finished the last set of Tricep Dips. My arms were shaking in my sockets and my entire body was pulsing and exhausted.
"I know," I said to Jessica. "This is harder than I expected."
"Hell yeah. I'm so out of shape."
"You're telling me. Everything hurts."
Jessica released a loud chuckle before she turned her head to face me.
She had worn a bow in her hair today and I could see it crumpled and dirty behind her head. She was sweating, her face an alarming shade of pink. I could only imagine what my face must look like.
"Up!" Wells called. "Come on ladies, you need to stretch. We're not done yet."
I felt my body tremble as I forced myself into a sitting position before I finally got to my feet.
We spent the next fifteen minutes thoroughly stretching out our bodies before we were finally dismissed.
"I'll see you all tomorrow at 12 o'clock sharp!" Wells snapped at us.
We all called out a soft goodbye to her before going our separate ways. I stayed behind on the bleachers with most of the squad. The only few who didn't linger were most of the new girls.
"What did you think of your first day?" Alice asked Jessica and I.
We both groaned and then giggled as we massaged our sore legs.
"Its really not that bad once you get used to it," Irina said. "It just takes some practice."
"I warned you. You need to take this seriously," Angela said with a cocky smirk.
She didn't look half as tired as I felt.
I chuckled and nodded at her. She was right.
A half hour later, the boys were dismissed to the showers and I watched as Edward made his way over to me. He was wearing his black compression clothes, shoulder pads and teal and white jersey shirt. I watched as he removed his helmet.
"How was your first day?" he asked, crouching down in front of me.
I blushed when I saw that some of the girls give me a knowing smile.
"Fine. Exhausting," I laughed.
He nodded, whipping sweat from his brow.
My eyes flickered to Lauren who stood beside Tanya. Her eyes darted between Edward and I before she picked up her gym bag and marched away towards the parking lot.
"How was your day?" I asked as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair.
"Not that bad, actually," Edward said. "I've had worse."
I chuckled.
He handed me his half empty Gatorade before he turned towards the guy's locker room.
"I'll meet you in ten minutes," he said.
I nodded, and took a long gulp.
"He's such a cutie," someone said from behind me on the bleachers.
I turned and saw Katie sitting just behind me. Katie Mallory. Lauren's 14-year-old younger sister.
Her eyes were still on Edward's retreating form, watching him jog across the field towards the double doors.
The rest of the week flowed much the same. The first few days were filled with conditioning warm-ups before finally, in the middle of the week, we started working on some actual cheers. I didn't know whether or not I should be happy about this or not. I was still falling over constantly and I still struggled to jog the two miles around the football field in under twenty minutes. And my body was so sore.
Our squad had our own trainer who worked with our coach and Rosalie on the cheer routines. Apparently, as promoters of school spirit, we had to participate in a pep rally on the first day of school. We had to create a Welcome banner and show our well-rehearsed 2-minute cheer during lunch. So it was finally Wednesday, only a little over a week away before our first day of school and we were getting ready to learn our first real routine.
Wells and Rosalie told us that the pep rally cheer was going to be very basic and very easy as it was going to be our first real routine of the year. It was meant to help promote our football team and encourage our student body to participate in all of the schools athletic events and activities.
I also found out that I had to participate in this pep rally, whether I was an alternate or not.
I felt my stomach flip.
"Shit."
Author's Note:
If I get a lot of reviews, I'll post the next chapter earlier this week. ;)
I know many of your are going to complain about the nightmare and how Bella wont confide in Edward, and all I'm gonna say is… There's a reason and it'll come up later. =X
Oh, and did anyone else catch that Lauren's sister had made the team last chapter? Lol Katie Mallory… hmm…
Till next time. xoxo