Texting

Once lunch had ended all anyone could ask me is, "How do you know Emmett Cullen?" I couldn't stand hearing the same thing over and over again. I just told them the same thing I told the first person, that I met him 1st period. What was the big deal anyway? Kirsten said hi to me today and they weren't asking me about her. Oh well, who cares?

I was in my Math now. I didn't know anyone in this class. I started to daze off because the teacher was saying her syllabus for the year which is the exactly the same as the other teacher's syllabus'. I decided to text Emmett. Maybe that will be exciting, anything but listening to her. I took my phone and his number out of my bag. I quickly added Emmett to my contacts with my phone under my desk. Then I started a new text message but I didn't know what to say. Ummm … I could just start off with 'Hi' or 'Hey watsup?' I don't know. Fine here I go.

Hey. It's Emily. What's up?

Send. Hopefully he gets it. I really don't want to sit here doing nothing for another 30 minutes. I looked down at my phone doubtfully to see if any new texts had come in. I was shocked that it said 'New Text Message from Emmett' I had just sent the text 30 seconds ago. He was pretty fast. Or maybe he knew I was going to text him.

Hey Emily. Do you like all the attention you're getting now?

Hah. He thinks he's funny.

Ahh. Not really. I think I had enough attention before you came over to my table anyway.

Send. Within the next few seconds he texted back.

Yeah you did, from all the guys. I was trying to divert their attention to other things than just your face and if you were single or not.

I was confused. Why did he care so much about guys liking me? Of course this was the first day of school for me and usually guys like new girls because they're different but it's just a phase. I'm sure they'll get over me. I've only known Emmett for a couple of hours and he flirts with me and he makes it like we're best friends. Why am I even texting him? Because you think he's hott. Yes, I guess that's the reason.

Why do you care if guys like me? It's the first day of school. You have plenty of more days to work that charm of yours on me.

I smiled to myself. Send. I looked up from my phone to see my teacher coming down my row. I quickly put my phone in my pocket. Unfortunately my teacher sat in the back for the rest of the period so I couldn't take out my phone. As soon as the bell rang I hurried out of the classroom and took out my phone.

You're right. I shouldn't waste all my charm on one day. I'll see you at your locker at the end of the day. By the way, what locker are you?

I laughed and put the phone away. I would text him back during History. I walked into History and spotted Nick in the back of the room waving me over. I walked over and sat in the seat next to him. "Hey," he said with a smile, "how has your day been so far?"

"I can't complain, just a little boring. You?"

"The same as every year." The bell rang. The teacher told us to take our seats quickly and started talking about the 6th syllabus of my day. I took out my phone and I saw Nick look over at me from the corner of my eye. I didn't care, now what should I say to Emmett? Hmm.

Why do you want to come to my locker? Don't you have better things to do?

Send. Nick was trying to see whom it was sending to. I was laughing to myself. Emmett was right, the guys were after me and they were jealous. I looked at my phone again and saw that Emmett texted back.

Actually I do. I have football practice after school. I don't have to go right away though and you could come watch if you want. Anyway, how about that locker number?

I smiled. Football practice? Maybe I'll watch for a little bit. I'll tell him that. Wait! Why am I going to watch someone I hardly know play football? Okay I already answered this. He's hott. Yeah I think that's a good reason.

Okay. I'll go to your football practice and my locker number is H301.

Yeah, I wanted to get to know him and apparently he wanted to get to know me too. Plus, I love football and baseball. Might as well have some school spirit. The bell rang and I moved to my next period class. Finally the next few periods went by fast because all I was doing was texting back and forth with Emmett. He always seemed to make me laugh. When the day was over I went to my locker and he was waiting for me there.

"Has anyone ever said that you're extra fast?"

He laughed. "Actually yes, that would be why I'm the quarterback of the football team."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." I put all my books in my locker because there was no homework. "Okay, let's go." We started walking down the hallway with people staring at us yet again. I was okay with it; they were looking at me all day.

"So, do you have a ride home afterward?"

I totally forgot about Bobby. We were supposed to take the bus home even though I'm not so fond of the bus. "Oh snap. I have to call my brother." I took out my phone and called Bobby. There were 3 rings until I heard, "Hello?"

"Hey Bobby. I just want you to know I'm going to stay after school to watch the football team practice."

"Oh. Okay I guess. How are you getting home though?"

"I don't know. Maybe a friend of mine can drive me home."

"A friend? It's only been one day of school. You've already made a friend that you can trust to drive you home?"

I looked at Emmett and for some reason I felt like I could trust him with everything. "Yeah, I think I have. I'll be home around 5ish. Okay?"

"Yeah I guess so. Just call me if there are any problems. 'Kay?"

I sighed; he always was making sure I was okay. "Yeah okay. Bye." I hung up and looked up at Emmett as we were walking.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I actually do need a ride home, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah totally fine."

He smiled at me, he seemed really happy and I was too. I felt like we had a connection. How cliché is that?

Football

I watched him play and he was actually better than I thought he was. He threw perfect spirals most of the time except once when he looked up at me. He made me laugh so hard when he stuck his tongue at me in his annoyed way after he messed up. It was funny that he always glanced up at me in the bleachers to have my reference of how good he was.

I heard some of the guys saying, "Is she your girlfriend?" He kept saying loud enough for me to hear, "Soon. She's here for me now, isn't she?" I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed.

As soon as practice was summing up at around 4:30ish I went down the bleacher steps to wait for him. I actually enjoyed watching them. I wasn't really allowed to be there but Emmett had his ways with the coach somehow.

They were all in a huddle and then they finally broke apart and headed to the bench. Emmett waved me over, "Hey Emily come over here. Meet some of the guys." Why not? I might as well.

I walked over to Emmett and his friends and I felt so scrawny next to all of them. I looked up at them all and said, "Wow nice way to make a person feel small." They laughed at me.