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Chapter Thirty-Five: Home again.

Bella,

My patience was wearing thin. We had gotten back from Chicago yesterday morning and Edward was already right to work on my James situation. "Are you even going to tell me soon?" I hedged, annoyed. "You should let me deal with my problems."

He simply rolled his eyes and continued writing down things on a bunch of paperwork. "You're my girlfriend, the love of my life and it's adorably funny that you think I'm going to let you handle this alone. Bella, your problems are my problems."

I frowned at him. "There is a difference between helping and just doing it yourself." I sighed removing papers from him and crawling in his lap.

He nuzzled his head into my neck. "I just want this over." He murmured softly. "I just don't want him hurting you, touching you, looking at you, breathing your air – You catch my drift." He answered when I snorted.

"Well what are you doing that's so secretive that you won't tell me about it?" I asked.

He hesitated, like he was afraid of my reaction. " . . . Restraining orders."

I stared at him for a moment then shrugged. "Okay."

He straightened up and raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, okay. Who all for?" I asked reaching for the paper.

"You, your family, me, my family, Jacob, Coach, Seth and a few others." I nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Do you think it'll work?"

"I hope so." He replied sighing slightly. "He's never actually done anything bad before but something just doesn't sit right." I knew what he was feeling. It had been in the pit of my stomach ever since I met him.

"Yeah . ." I mumbled. "When should all of these go through?"

"It'll take about a week. Better late than never, I suppose . . ." He looked at me with curious, pained eyes. "You're not going to leave, right?" I shook my head and kissed him softly.

"No." I assured, hugging him tightly. "I'll stay with you. The more that I thought about it the more I realized I wouldn't be able to live without you."

~TG~

"Alright! You two over there – no! Stop, yes, right there. Good." I rolled my eyes as the photographer growled at us.

I felt Edward's arms wrap around me from behind. "Aren't you cold?" he kissed my neck teasingly – his voice sounded quieter because of the loud music. "Wearing nothing but little shorts and your jersey . . ."

I laughed. "You know how it is – the girl always has to dress sexy." He grinned.

"I don't mind."

I snorted, "I'm sure you don't." he simply chuckled and kissed my hair lightly. "I think Emmett's about to murder the pour guy."

"I don't blame him," Edward commented, "That guy is being a bitch."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Wouldn't you be aggravated if you had to put up with a bunch of rowdy football players who don't listen?"

"We listen – One second, please!" I laughed loudly as Edward snapped at the guy proving my point.

"Come on," I snickered, pulling his hand. "Let's go pose like a bunch of models."

A few trillion photos later, the photo portion was finally done and I was the only one needed. "Isabella," The interviewer, Samantha, began, looking over some notes.

"Just Bella's fine," I intercepted.

She smiled in a friendly way and nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Like wise." I agreed.

"So, I'll start off by asking . . ." We prattled on about my childhood and what it was like to be on the team; typical stuff. What caught me off guard was one of her last questions. "The latest scandal is that half your team, you included, have a restraining order on player, James Hunter. What is that all about?"

I swallowed visibly. "He had threatened to hurt me and my family if I didn't drop out of football." I answered hastily.

"It was said he apologized and said it was just an overreaction." I sighed.

"I don't trust him." There. Plain and simple. "I will not put anyone around me at risk."

"Do you know exactly why he was so mad?" She questioned. "Besides, injuring him?"

"He likes winning. His pride got hurt and apparently it was worse because he got beat by a girl." She nodded her head, not expressing her own opinion on the matter. She moved on to a differently subject swiftly.

"How do you feel about all the teams going after you? It must be exciting." I smiled a little, trying to show my gratefulness.

"It's very exciting," I agreed, "Also very overwhelming though. I don't want to let anyone down and it's just hard choosing in general. I don't have a favorite team – I just love the sport, itself."

She smiled fondly. "I thought you'd follow your boyfriend – whatever team he's going on." I rolled my eyes trying not to pout.

"In ways he's the best and worst boyfriend ever." She raised her eyebrow. "He won't tell me what team he's going to choose because he doesn't want to limit my choices."

She looked amused at my sour face. "And you're just begging for him to tell you, aren't you?"

"Guilty is charged," I admitted. "I really, really would like to know but I don't think he's even chosen yet. That or he is excellent at hiding things."

"Well, it could be either. Didn't your friends throw you a surprise party two months ago?" I wrinkled my nose.

"Yeah. They did. They suck."

Her grin turned confused. "What?" she laughed.

"They knew very well I hate getting presents and all that." She gave me an odd look.

"Who doesn't like presents?" She sounded surprised – I got that a lot.

I shrugged. "I just feel bad – I mean, I don't have anything to give back to people. I just feel spoiled."

She shook her head, "Your boyfriend must love that."

"The opposite." I groaned. "He loves buying everything for me. I end up sneaking some money into his wallet half the time."

"You're very independent, huh?"

"I guess. On the field, I need my teammates, but outside I'm very much my own person." She smiled and nodded.

I felt a light hand on my shoulder and looked up. "I guess I'll be hiding my wallet from now on." Uuuuuugh.

"Damn it." I sulked and he laughed lightly.

"You almost ready to go, Bells?" I turned towards Samantha who nodded.

"Yes, you're free to go. I have everything I need. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Swan." I smiled and shook her hand.

"Like wise."

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