As most of you know, this was originally meant to be a one-shot. But due to the fact that I am stupid and didn't label it complete, and the fact that a reviewer asked me to continue, I decided to try. Thank them and my stupidity.

Want a disclaimer? See the previous chapter.

Just as a quick warning, this won't be updated as quickly or as often as my other stuff. This is the only thing I have that isn't completely finished already, since I just decided now to continue...

And sorry it's short. I'm really just trying to get back into this story and seeing how many people are interested. I'll try to make the next chapters a bit longer, promise.

Anyway, enjoy the second chapter of "My Edward"! Yay! And yes, reviews most definitly are an incentive to update, so if you like, review!

"Hey, Keiko. Guess what?"

Keiko lifted her head slowly off the table and stared at Maya with the lifeless expression she'd been sporting for the past few days. "What, Maya?"

The black-haired girl sat down next to her miserable friend and put a hand on her shoulder. "I know how to fix us."

That was friend-code; rather than talk about what had happened, they referred to it as their "problem" – and they were the ones who were broken and needed fixing.

Just a hint of life appeared in the depths of the girl's brown eyes. "How?"

"We're joining a sport. Soccer."

"But I'm a volleyball player, Maya; you know that…" She trailed off, confused.

Maya just smiled. "I know. But I'm a soccer girl; I played soccer when I was little, like six or something, so I'm really out of practice. I'll be just as good as you. And I'll teach you all the rules, don't worry."

"It's a little late to join teams…"

She removed her hand from Keiko's shoulder and turned a little to face her more directly. "I talked to Kiri. She said they don't have that many girls to begin with, and there's been a few injuries already… They'll take any bodies they can get."

Keiko sat up a little straighter. "And why are we doing this?"

She smiled wider. "See, it's been proven that exercise is good for depression. And we'll be running around, getting fit, and feeling good about ourselves. Soccer will make us see that we don't need any stupid boys to be happy, and then things will be better."

"Have you been reading your mom's inspirational magazines again?" the brunette asked the older girl flatly.

Maya hung her head as though she was ashamed of herself. "Yeah," she admitted.

Keiko began to laugh – it was the first time in quite a while – and Maya joined in.

"Okay, but I'm really not that good. I've never played."

"We can practice in my backyard on days we don't have practice. I have extra balls and shin guards, too, so you don't have to buy anything. And on Fridays we can have extra practice and sleepovers!"

"You really think this will solve all our problems, don't you?"

"Well, maybe not all of them," Maya said. "Soccer isn't going to help me pass American history…" Keiko began to giggle and the taller girl continued. "But it will at least help with the really big ones."

They watched as Yusuke and Kurama walked into the lunchroom, their faces devoid of any emotions. They noticeably kept their eyes off the girls, looking everywhere but at them.

Maya leaned closer to Keiko and whispered, "Maybe they'll come to a few games. And they'll see us. And they'll be sorry. You'll see. They'll be sorry when they see how sexy we look covered in sweat and running around in short shorts kicking balls. You'll see."

Keiko's eyes widened and she whispered back. "You've really thought this out, haven't you?"

Her friend nodded solemnly. "Ready for Operation Make Our Exes Jealous?"

As the Yukimura girl stared at the one across from her, all the life came back to her eyes. Her life had meaning again; she had a goal. She would make Yusuke so jealous that he'd come crawling back to her, and everything would be the way it was supposed to.

She nodded, too. "Ready."

And the two girls shook on it.

Operation Make Our Exes Jealous was officially about to begin.

- Kuramastrass -