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Chapter 8—Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

I hate Alice. I hate Alice. I HATE Alice.

Tyler has been bugging me nonstop since Alice told him I would go to the dance with him. I am sooo going to strangle her little neck. I think he thinks I'm his girlfriend. EW!

"Come on Bella, it would be totally lame if you go to the dance by yourself," Alice said as we sat down to lunch.

"No, it wouldn't. I could go with my friends and Tyler wouldn't be following me around like a lost puppy," I said, just as the rest of our lovely group sat down.

"Do you want me to take care of him?" Emmett asked with a wicked grin on his face. He's just like overprotective brother-it's awesome. I've always wanted a brother.

"No," I sighed. "We need him to play third base in the game," I reminded him.

"Damn," Emmett cursed and we laughed. Tyler really isn't a bad guy, he just drives me up the frigging wall.

"Who's Edward going with?" Rosalie asked curiously.

Alice frowned. "No one. He says he'd rather just go with friends," she quoted bitterly.

I smirked. "At least someone agrees with me," I said smugly. She scowled at me.

"You two are more alike every freaking day," Rosalie muttered.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard her right.

"You heard me," she said. Oh. I guess I did.

"You can't be serious. He avoids me like the black plague!" I exclaimed. He does. We do have our occasional conversations but they basically revolve around baseball or biology. Even if I start talking about something else he changes the subject back. It's insane, I tell you! Insane!

"Ring around the rosies, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down," Emmett sang suddenly.

We all looked at him confused. "Why are you singing that?" Jasper asked.

"That song is about the black plague," he said matter-of-factly. (It seriously it, I am not kidding you. Kind of creepy right?) "I'm serious!" he said.

"Whatever Emmett, we're talking about Bella and Edward here," Alice said. Then she got this look on her face that could've made a grown man pee his pants. Fortunately I was now slightly familiar with this look. Alice had an idea. A possibly evil idea.

"What are you thinking?" I asked slowly.

"Nothing that would be of any importance to you," she said, waving me off. Yeah right.

"So, where is our dear brother?" she asked looking around. Her eyes froze on a spot behind me and she glared. "Lauren's got him cornered," she muttered.

I sighed. "I can go help him," I offered.

"Good luck," Jasper chuckled.

"Don't need it," I said smirking. I walked over to where Lauren was standing right in front of Edward, who by the way had a disgusted expression on his face. I stepped right in between him and Lauren and looked up at Edward. "Are you coming? We're all waiting for you," I said, looking pointedly at the table. I heard Lauren huff from behind me.

He grinned. "Oh right, sorry Lauren. I have to go," he said, putting a hand on my lower back and leading me towards the table. I couldn't help but notice the warmth that spread through my body at his touch. Get a grip Bella; it's just to get Lauren off his back.

"Thanks," he said as we sat down.

"No problem," I said easily. "What was she talking to you about anyway?" I asked curiously.

He grimaced. "The dance," he said.

I gasped. "Edward Cullen-blood of Alice-doesn't like dances. How is that possible?" I asked in mock surprised.

He smirked at my dramatics. "I just don't like it when girls throw themselves at me in school-dances are ten times worse," he said rolling his gorgeous green eyes. Whoa, gorgeous eyes? What is wrong with me today?

"Oh the horror!" Emmett exclaimed. "Hundreds of girls just throwing themselves at you. I can't even imagine how horrible that would be," he said rolling his eyes. "You have the pick of the lot Edward. Just ask one of them on a date or something."

"Yeah, every girl but the right one," I barely heard Edward mutter. Or was I imaging it? Hmm…imagining it. I've been having a very off day. "We'll see," Edward said-and he really did say that-I wasn't imagining it. Ha!

Oh my God, I sound like a psycho.

THREE DAYS LATER! CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!!

"It's our game day, it's our game day, it's our game-" (Kind of to the beat of 'it's your birthday! It's your birthday! It's your birthday! Just so you know…)

"Emmett!" our entire bus yelled at once. He hasn't stopped singing that the entire bus ride.

"You guys," Emmett said, "need to get pumped."

"We are pumped Emmett, we just don't have to sing to prove it," Jasper said.

Emmett scowled in the seat across of me, then he looked over at me and grinned. "Bella, do you have your ipod?" he whispered.

I gave him a suspicious look, but gave him my ipod anyway. It's not like he could eat it. Right? He dug around in his bag and then pulled out something and turned his back to me. Suddenly, the bus was filled with the sound of, "IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"

I looked at Emmett and laughed. He was standing in the middle of the aisle and dancing while singing the familiar song. "Come on Bella!" he exclaimed pulling me up. I laughed and started to sing and dance with him. Soon the entire bus was either singing or dancing or both.

"WHERE YA AT, WHERE YA AT, WHERE YA AT, WHERE YA AT. NOW THERE YA GO, THERE YA GO, THERE YA GO, THERE YA GO! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY, IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY…"

We were in the parking in no time. Emmett turned off my ipod and handed it back to me while putting away his speakers. The coach stood up in the front of the bus and faced us for our pre-game chat. "You guys have worked really hard this season-it's been the best I've ever seen. I just want you all to know whatever happens out there-win or lose-we're still a team," Coach said.

"A kick ass team!" Emmett added, making everyone laugh.

"Alright, are you guys ready?" Coach asked.

"Yeah!" the bus shouted.

"Ready to win?" he asked.

"Hell yeah!" we all shouted.

"Who are we?"

"Spartans!"

"Who are we?"

"Spartans!"

"Go, go, go!" he said waving us all off the bus. We all stood up and ran from the bus to the dug out as our team cheered.

Alice and Rosalie ran over to stand on the other side of the fence. "Am I going insane or did I hear the sound of 'Peanut Butter Jelly Time' coming from the bus a moment ago?" Alice asked.

I grinned. "You're insane," I answered smirking.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You better watch yourself or your precious little bat might just make a visit to the junk yard," she threatened.

I gasped. "You wouldn't dare," I muttered.

"Wouldn't I?" she asked with a smirk.

I pretended to look thoughtful then smirked. "You would but you don't know what kind of bat I have," I said.

She kept a good poker face but I could see the doubt in her eyes. "But I do have my connections," she said with a grin forming on her face.

I smirked. So she thought…I turned around to face the team in the dug out. "Alice is threatening to scrap the Freak, watch it like a hawk," I said, they laughed and nodded.

I turned back around to see Alice scowling at me. "Fine, then I'll just have my fun tomorrow at the dance," she said before turning away, dragging a laughing Rosalie behind her.

My eyes widened. "Alice! Alice, don't you dare do anything I wouldn't," I yelled at her retreating figure. I saw her shaking with laughter and shook my head at her.

"Swan, Cullen. Let's go," Coach said walking onto the field towards the ump and the coach and captains of the other team.

"I want a clean game alright?" the ref said after his usual speech and blah, blah, blah. We all nodded.

I shook hands with Jake and Paul, as we smiled deviously at each other. "May the best team win," I said as they shook Edward's hand.

"I believe the correct saying is 'may the best man win,'" Paul corrected with a smirk.

"Oh, but you see, that term won't apply to the outcome of this game," I said, my smirk matching his. He stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed as we walked back to the dug out.

9TH INNING!! (Sorry for anyone who wants a play-by-play but…I'm kind of lazy and just wanted to get to the point…but with some twists)

I was staring down the batter from behind Edward as he wound up for the pitch. I didn't know who was up on the other team at the moment and I didn't care. All I knew was that this ball…was mine.

"Strike!" the umpire yelled as the ball smacked into Emmett's glove. The rest of the guys on the team gave encouraging comments to Edward but I just nodded in approval. I was too focused to talk unless I needed too.

I saw Emmett give Edward the curve ball sign and saw Edward slightly nod in return. I watched as the ball curved in toward the batter and saw him swing at it, the ball just tipping the topside of the barrel.

I followed it as it went high up in the air. It was coming straight down between Edward and I. "Got it! Got it! Got it!" I yelled as I positioned myself directly underneath the ball, glove barely an inch in front of my nose. It landed directly in my glove as the crowd cheered. That was there third out and we were tied. 7-7

If we didn't get at least one run, we would get an extra inning added on.

We hustled back to the pit (dug out. Whatever you like to call it) and gathered around our coach. "Nice job. All we need is one run to end this game-and even if we don't get that we have another chance so just relax. Okay?" he said. We all nodded.

"Bella, you're up first," Coach said. I nodded and put on my helmet. I grabbed the Freak and approached the base. I took my stance and stared down Jared. He was a really good friend but this was a game and he was intimidated.

He wound up and flung the ball at Quil. My bat sliced through the air and hit the ball squarely. It flew in the outfield as I ran and landed about three yards from the fence. I got the double as the crowd cheered.

"You're up Edward," I heard coach say giving him a slap on the back. I watched as Edward tucked a helmet on his head and grabbed a bat. He approached home plate and took two practice swings before taking up his stance.

I watched closely as Jared wound up and slung the ball at Quil-their catcher. The bat sliced through the air but slid right under the ball. I watched with my eyes focused on the ball as Quil threw the ball back to Jared and the umpire yelled, "strike!"

I glanced at Coach who was standing at the third base. He touched the bill of his hat, his ear, and then the bill of his hat again. I had to steal. I nodded and refocused on Jared who was winding up.

He threw the ball and I bolted forward as it left his hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward let the ball fly passed him. Quil caught it and fired the ball at the third basemen-who, oddly enough, I didn't recognize from La Push.

I slid into base but a pain ripped through my leg as I slid and I cried out, choking on the dust that swirled around me. My leg was burning like fire and I had no idea what had just happen but I knew one thing: I wasn't moving until I found out whether or not I was safe.

The dust cleared slightly but my vision was blurry. "Safe!" I heard him yell.

I moved my leg to get up but pain shot through it. I cried out and looked at my leg. Oh my God. My pants were ripped up the calf of my leg and I could see blood soaking the black material. "Coach!" I gasped, leaning forward to grip my leg after ripping off my helmet. He looked down at me and his smile vanished.

"Bella!" heard several teammates and friends call out at once as they realized what happened. My team swarmed me, not listening to the refs as they called for the teams to stay put.

"Greg, get off the field!" I heard the other team's coach yell.

Edward reached down and carefully pulled me up. "Are you alright Bella?" he asked.

I just locked my jaw and shook my head. I am not going to show anyone how much this hurts. I looked down at my leg again and I instantly realized exactly what happened. I guess I didn't put two and two together in the haze of my pain. That prick cleated me!

Emmett and Edward helped me down to the bench and Carlisle and Edward were at my side in an instant. Carlisle gently rolled up my pant leg but it still stung like mad and I hissed in pain. Edward grabbed my hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

I could make out yelling in the background-coaches, refs, players, and even the crowd. Some of them were arguing that La Push should forfeit and the others were saying that we should continue the game as is. Personally, I didn't want to win by default.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed Edward's hand as Carlisle bandaged my leg. "You're lucky Bella," he said. "Any deeper and you would've needed stitches," he said as he carefully rolled down my pant leg.

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I don't need any stitches. Carlisle stood up just as the coach walked quickly into our dug out. He pushed through the crowd of boys gathered around me. "How are you doing kid?" he asked looking at my bandaged leg.

"I'm alright, but I definitely won't be able to go back out there," I muttered.

Charlie was suddenly standing right in front of me. "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked quickly.

"I'm fine Dad, I'm fine," I assured him quickly. "Go back out there and watch. Carlisle already bandaged me up, there's nothing I can do now," I said.

He nodded, trying not to show my just how worried he actually was. To be honest, we were both pretty uncomfortable with all the mushy stuff. He squeezed my shoulder and left the dug out. "So, what's going to happen now?" I asked.

"The ref said it was fair if you decide. La Push can forfeit or we can continue the game as is," Coach said. I could tell he was completely undecided which he would pick. Look like pansies and win, or risk losing to keep some of our dignity.

"Play. We came this far and I am not going to let us lose by default," I said sternly. The guys smiled at me and I looked at Edward. "You're still up," I told him as everyone else got ready and the coach went to tell the ref the final decision.

He gave me a long look and I stared straight back into his clear green eyes. He looked down and stood up, letting go of my hand that I forgot he was holding. When he was gone it felt like something was missing…and that kind of scarred me.

"You alright Bella?" Emmett asked sitting down next to me, keeping a careful distance from my leg that was propped up on the bench.

"I'm alright, who's running for me?" I asked suddenly.

"Jasper. You wouldn't believe what you just missed," he said grinning. "All of your La Push friends almost killed their own teammate! It was hilarious watching him run. I mean, I was kind of upset because I didn't get a punch but I would probably be kicked off the team like he was…," Emmett said.

"He got kicked off the team?" I asked incredulously. I've seen other people cleat someone but I didn't think any of them got kicked off the team-it was probably an accident anyway.

"Yeah, I guess this isn't the first time he's done it and their coach is done with him," Emmett said. I nodded absently. I wonder if anyone got hurt worse than I did…

I watched as Edward slowly approached home plate for the second time this inning. He took his stance and stared down Jared. At that point, everything that had just happened was forgotten. I was Edward, Jared, the bat, and the ball. This could be it…

Jared wound up again, the ball sliding right through the middle of the plate. Edward swung hard and the ball cracked against the bat. He dropped it and bolted to the bases. I watched the ball soar through the air. Over second, over center field, and over the fence!

I jumped up despite the pain as Jasper touched home and Edward flew around the other bases. Our team ran out of the dug out, me in the back until Emmett swung me up in his arms and ran me out and onto the field. He set me down just as Edward touched home and the crowd swarmed the field.

I was grinning like mad, just soaking in the moment when Edward was suddenly in front of me. "You did it Edward! You won the game!" I said happily. He didn't say anything, just pulled me into a tight hug that sent tingles through my entire body.

He pulled back and his eyes were scorching. He leaned in closer and he kissed me. Just a soft one, lips brushed against my lips. He pulled back just as suddenly as he stepped in-his eyes wide.

Of course, my eyes were wide too-just not his deer-in-the-headlights-what-have-I-just-done expression of shock. Mine was more of a happy shock, but I'm not too sure what I looked like on the outside because he took a step back and said, "I'm…sorry," he mumbled before disappearing in the crowd.

I just stood there, frozen to my spot. I can't believe that just happened-but what I really can't believe is that it felt right. It was right. And then he walked away…

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