S. Meyer owns twilight
Chapter 5
"Marshmallows, potato chips, chocolate. Check," I said to Rose and Alice. We were sitting in my bedroom going through a couple bags we had with us and were planning on bringing to the night game. Sometimes the game would last for an hour, sometimes a couple of hours. They never planned out a time, just played until they were tired or too many people were out from injuries.
"Soda and blankets. Check," Alice chirped.
"Bandages, ankle and wrist wraps. Check," said Rose. She always brought things like that to their pick-up football games because most of the guys forgot, well, mainly just Emmett forgot to bring them.
"I think Angela is going to sit by us while we're there too. I talked to her about it earlier at school," I told them. Angela and I shared a couple classes together. She's a very shy, quiet girl, but does have her out-going moments. Being head of the newspaper committee gets her to talk to people. Her boyfriend Ben is on the football team too, they're both seniors.
"Let's go. I want to get a good spot away from twiddle-dee and twiddle-dum," Rose said. She wasn't Jessica and Lauren's biggest fan.
"You girls have fun tonight," Charlie called out to us from the living room as we made our way out the door. "Make sure the boys aren't too rough with each other, please."
Fifteen minutes later we pulled up to the field in La Push. The guys that were playing the game were running around the field tossing a football back and forth.
"Hey babe," Emmett came running up and greeted Rose with a kiss.
Alice and I left them to it and laid down our blanket near the halfway mark. Other spectators were starting to bring their blankets and lawn chairs and set them up. It was mostly kids from the high schools, though there were a few parents that had come to observe. More than likely they just needed to be here to make sure everyone stayed safe.
Alice looked out to the field as Jasper waved to her, she blew him a kiss in return, where he pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket.
I laughed to myself watching them. They were so cheesy.
"Hello, Bella," a soft feminine voice said off to my right.
"Angela, hey. Pull up your blanket and have a seat," I told her.
"Thanks. It's getting crowded," she said.
I forgot that this was the first year Ben joined the team, so she had never been to one of these games before.
"Yeah, it really does get packed hereā¦" my words trailed off. I caught sight of a certain color of hair over her shoulder. He really did show up.
"Hi," Edward mumbled.
"Hey Edward, take a sit. We have plenty of room on our blanket," Alice beat me to the punch. She's always been such a hostess.
"Thank you," he responded. He took a seat next to me, but a little bit behind. I could feel his knee brush against my lower back, it sent shivers up my spine. What the hell?
"We brought some snacks and stuff if you want any," I told him.
"Maybe later. Thank you," Edward responded, always polite.
"No problem." I took the bag of marshmallows and tossed one in my mouth.
"Shouldn't the game have started already," Alice asked Jasper. He walked up to her.
"Yes, fucking Newton," Emmett growled out behind him.
I took notice of the players on the field. Mike Newton was nowhere to be seen. He was also their quarterback; the one good thing he could do when it came to football was throw the ball well.
"He just text Crowley. Turns out that Newton is still grounded from throwing the party and his parents won't let him out of the house. No other guy can quarterback worth a damn, and we can't afford to take anyone off defense," Emmett said.
"Edward plays baseball," Alice chimed in. I think she knows his whole life story from the internet.
Edward's head popped up.
"Alice sweetie, this is football," Emmett said condescendingly.
"I know that you giant ass," she snapped at him. "What I'm saying is that he played baseball, so evidently he knows how to throw a ball."
I looked at Edward, his eyes were wide. "Footballs are a bit different than baseballs though," he spoke, knowing where this conversation was headed.
"It doesn't matter; we need someone with an arm. Think you're up for it? We can do some practice throws before the game starts," Jasper said.
Edward looked at Jasper then at the field. "Okay," he agreed.
He stood up and stripped off his hoodie, just wearing his jeans and long sleeve thermal shirt.
"You can wear this if you get cold," he said quietly, setting his sweatshirt down next to me and running off to join Emmett and Jasper on the field.
I stared at the hoodie next to me. It did get cold and I had forgotten mine at home. I shrugged and put the sweatshirt on over my head. Dear God, it smelled like him. And it smelled really good.
After practicing, the players took their spots.
Let the game begin.
