Bella POV

Edward had been quiet all day. He was probably thinking of a way to ask me again if I would participate in the food fight. He just didn't understand, me and throwing object just don't go together. I can still remember that terrible day as if it were yesterday

The crowd was cheering for the start of the spring softball season. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and joy for the little and big leaguers. I was standing on the softball mound ready to throw the first pitch of the season. It was tradition in the softball world to have the youngest player pitch to the oldest player in the league. Of course I was nervous but my mom was standing next to me for support. The coach of one of the softball teams announced that the first pitch was about to be thrown. I got in the right pitching stance; since I was younger I only had to throw the ball to the catcher at home plate. As soon as the ball was released from my hand it went sideways and smacked into the umpire for the first game. He didn't have on his face mask; the only sound you heard was a loud crunching sound and a loud yelp from him. He was rushed to the hospital and couldn't ump the game. The other girls were extremely upset with me and shunned me from softball.

I have never picked up another ball since. My mom tried to convince me that it wasn't my fault for weeks. That crunching sound will last with me the rest of my life. I wince at the imaginary sound.

Edward POV

I feel Bella wince as we walk down the hall to the cafeteria. I wonder what she thinking about. I quickly squeeze her closer to me. "Bella what's wrong?" She looks at me with sad and reluctant eyes. I know she is hiding something from me but, I can't stand to know that she would keep secrets from me.

I notice she still hasn't answered me as we sit down at the lunch table with me family. I try and tune out everybody else's thoughts and just focuses on my own so that I can try to figure out what is wrong with my Bella. But this is not really working with Emmett excitingly (AN: Is this a word?) telling everybody about his food fight.

"Okay, so everybody is going to order as much food as they can. Then I'm going to give the okay with a loud whistle and throw the first item of food. Everybody else can follow the King!" Sometimes Emmett can be so irritating, my girlfriend is having serious issues and he is still thinking about his stupid food fight.

Bella is sitting quietly next to me pushing her food around. I decide to take her out into the hallway so that we can talk in private.

"Bella?" she won't even look at me she just keeps looking at her fingers. I lift her face up so that I can look into her eye and kiss her gently on the lips. I slightly dazzle her so that she will be a little flustered so that she will answer my question. She immediately blushes and puts her head back down. Sensing that this will be difficult for her I say "Bella please tell me, I promise not to laugh. I hate that you are keeping things from me. Whatever it is that you are not telling me obviously is causing you grief. Won't you tell me?"

She looks up and sighs, she begins to spill over with the information that she has kept inside for so long. After sharing her information I glance upon her face. "That's it?" She looks at me as if I do not comprehend what she is saying. "What do mean that's it? Isn't that enough?" I try really hard not laugh. I can tell she is getting agitated.

"I'm sorry it's just that I thought it was something remotely serious." What my dear Bella has just told me takes the pressure off my chest. It goes to show that I worry way too much. My love can't throw a ball. I can easily teach her how to properly throw a ball.