All things Twilight are, of course, the belongings of Stephenie Meyer. I just borrow them from time to time.

Thanks to those who have left me feedback! I really appreciate it. Again, anything you want to share would be great! :) I had a hard time making this flow right. I hope it came out okay. I didn't really know how to end this chapter either, so if it just ends, sorry!

I posted this originally as chapter 4. After some reviewing from friends, I decided to move it to chapter 3. The reasoning, and I quote, "The story starts in Bella's perspective and it makes sense to know Edward after she sees him for the first time." I must say I think I agree. I had a hard time writing this chapter originally... I tried to write it before I wrote the original ch. 3 I've Just Seen a Face, but it didn't want to come out then. I guess it wasn't done cooking. :)

Chapter 3—Breathe In, Breathe Out

We push and pull
And I fall down sometimes
I'm not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes
In your eyes
Mat Kearney, "Breathe In, Breathe Out"

Bella's POV

I had never really understood football. I knew you wanted to keep the ball and get it down the field across the lines at the end, but I didn't understand why people would want to just beat each other up for a pigskin ball. I wasn't really paying attention to the game much. I was just enjoying hanging out with Alice and Jasper, and, of course, Jacob.

The day with Jake had been wonderful. We met some of his friends and cooked burgers before the game. Jake kept me far away from the grill; afraid I would trip and knock it over. There were only a couple of other girls in their group. I recognized a couple of the guys from biology—Sam, Embry and Quill. Emily, Sam's girlfriend, did a lot to make me feel welcome among the mostly rowdy boys. The other girl, Leah, was much more hostile. She started shooting me daggers with her eyes as soon as we got there. Jacob saw this made me uncomfortable and did as much as he could to keep me away from her. I didn't understand how she could hate me so much when we hadn't even been introduced.

"She's had a thing for Jacob for years; since they were kids. He's never been interested, but she can't seem to understand that." Emily was gracious enough to fill me in. "Jake's been talking about you since he met you at the fair." I blushed, I could feel it. No wonder Jake wanted to keep me away from Leah. Wait, did Emily say Jacob had been talking about me?

Emily continued, "It got worse when he told us he was bringing you today. Leah wasn't too happy when she found out."

"Oh," was my genius response. I was flattered to know that Jake has been excited about our date all week. I had been excited, too. I couldn't believe how much I found I actually liked Jake—he was so genuine. I had a feeling I would be seeing a lot more of him, which I was very okay with.

We had made some space in the student section and were now standing on top of the bleachers there. Those bleachers should really be a lot sturdier than they are—every time anyone standing on them moves, the whole bench shakes and moves and basically sends me flying into the people sitting around me. I'm sure I was getting on their nerves. Alice and Jasper thought it was hilarious that I kept trying to fall over. Jacob was the only one who didn't seem to mind; he was taking the opportunity to get closer to me. Every time I would teeter on the stupid bleachers, he would grab me and steady me back out. Sometimes, he would even leave his arm around my waist or shoulders, whichever he could reach first before I fell. For some reason, I was okay with this. With anyone else, this gesture would have been way too forward and I would have pushed him off. With Jacob, it just seemed natural. He was keeping me steady, after all. That was better than falling on the floor.

Alice kept trying to get me to give her details of my day. Every time she would ask a question and I would go to answer, either I would fall again or Jacob would ask me something. Alice did a lot of eye rolling. I knew she was dying to know what I thought of Jake. Every time he would leave his arm around me, she shot me a look. I could see her excitement getting ready to spill over. She wouldn't make it much longer without some answers.

The crowd erupted; the opposing team and just dropped the ball—"A fumble, Bella," Jasper told me—and we got it back. "And that is a fumble recovery." Jasper pumped his fist in the air and yelled along with the crowd. Jasper thought he could teach me the all the finer points of the game. I acted like I was keeping up as he shouted them across Alice to me.

"To me, it just looks like one of them decided to fall and everyone thought, 'Fun! Let's make a pile!'" I always shared my snide remarks about the game with Alice. She wasn't too into sports either.

"Bella, that's what you look like everyday when you try and walk around! You would be the one to cause a huge pile like that! You'd fall and manage to trip everyone around you on the way down!" Alice was laughing crazily at the thought me trying to play. The picture wasn't far off from reality. And it was a pretty funny one; soon I was laughing just as hard.

I heard Jake before I saw him. He had gone to speak to a friend and had been gone for a few minutes. I turned to greet him, smile on my face, but just as I turned the bleacher wobbled and my feet got twisted. I was headed into the people in front of us. I knew he wouldn't be there to reach me in time. Miraculously, Jacob managed to get there in time to grab onto me and steady my fall. This caused Alice and me to laugh even harder. Jacob wrapped his arm around my shoulders to hold me in place on the bleacher (and next to him, I imagine). I let out a whole new wave of giggles and turned back to share the laugh with Alice when I saw him looking at me.

His green eyes were almost electric in their intensity. I could feel the heat rising into my face. Why was he looking at me like that? No one has ever looked at me like that before. Ever. Sure, I had had just gotten my feet tangled and almost fell face first into the stands, but he didn't see that, did he? No, the look on his face definitely wasn't one of amusement.

"Bella, see what I mean? You'd never make it ten yards!" Alice had tears squeezing their way out of the corners of her eyes. Thank goodness she was laughing so hard or she would have noticed the blush still fresh on my cheeks. He was the best looking guy I had ever seen.

I could feel him still looking at me. I tried to sneakily look back towards where he was sitting. Busted. He was still looking at me like in the same way, almost as if he could see straight to my soul. Like he'd known me my whole life—knew all my secrets and desires—everything. It was unnerving. He looked like he was about to take a step towards me when his big friend pulled him back around on the bench as we scored a touchdown.

"Bella, lets go to the bathroom while everyone is celebrating, come on." Alice grabbed my hand, shaking me out of my daze. She practically dragged me out of the seats and towards the stairs leading to the bathrooms.

"I couldn't wait any longer. I have to know—how's your date going? You and Jacob seem to be getting along great!" She stopped and looked at me. "Bella? What's wrong?"

"Oh, sorry, what did you say?" I was still thinking about the face that was now imprinted on my mind.

"I asked you about Jacob. How's it going?" She was still looking at me in a skeptical way. I tried to laugh it off. Last thing Alice needed to know was about what just happened. The questions would be never ending. And, I didn't know if I could explain it in a way that she would understand, especially when I didn't even understand.

"Alice! You are so nosy." I tried to brush her question off.

"Yeah, but you'll tell me. You always end up telling me, even if you don't want to."

"You're right. I had a fine time with Jake today. He sure does keep me on my feet." I laughed hoping she would leave it be. She didn't.

"Fine? That doesn't look 'fine.' You're letting him touch you. That's not 'fine.' That's great in my book. I think he's wonderful." Alice was planning double dates; I could see it on her face. I didn't have a good answer for her. All I could see was those piercing green eyes.

If she would have asked me five minutes ago I would have told her I was having one of the best times I've ever had. I would have told her about Leah and how she didn't like me. That I couldn't wait to see Jacob again, and again, and again. In short, I would have gushed. And, I don't gush.

But now all I could think about was the handsome, green eyed man that stood a few rows in front of me instead of the tall, sweet guy waiting to catch me when I fell.