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Touchdown!

"Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing".- Vince Lombardi

EPOV

I looked at the clock on my dash board. It read 6:30 am. This was way too early to be going to football practice. But when you are starting your senior year, are the quarterback, and have scouts looking at you, it's quite necessary.

I pulled up to my friend James's house and laid on the horn. Coach said not to be late, but we were already running five minutes late. James had a tendency to be late at everything. But with my OCD problem, his and my ass were going to on time.

James poked his head out the front door and yelled, "Dude what the heck! It's 6 effin 30. Practice doesn't start till seven!"

"Yeah I know. And we are going to be late because you just woke up. Now hurry up and change," I retorted and laid on the horn again.

He slammed the door close and five minutes later walked out in a Nike t-shirt, basketball shorts and his duffle swung over his shoulder. There was an angry glare on his face.

"Dude I'm going to kill you later," said James.

"Sure you will," I replied.

The drive to the field was long and miserable. James kept on messing with my stereo. We finally decided on no radio because my temper was staarting and that is no good way to begin a morning with me.

We arrived at the field fifteen minutes later. The clock on the dash read 7:02. We were two minutes late and I was pissed. And I drove forty miles over the speed limit. Again, I'm Edward Cullen and I can get away with shit like that. My mom is a doctor and my dad owns several different companies in New York, Chicago, Florida, and California and signs a lot of people's checks. So no one really cares what we do or how we drive in the town .

"Cullen, Hastings get your asses out here now," Coach boomed as I put my Hummer in parked and marched over to the locker room outside the field. James was right at my heels. I threw my padding on, put the jersey over it and laced up my cleats.

The sun was just coming up over the horizon when I marched out onto the field. It was supposed to get to almost a hundred degrees today. Just my luck. Plis practice was scheduled for an extra hour today.

"Alright," Coched boomed."We are going to start of with conditioning after that more conditioning and after that... we will run some of the new plays for the up coming kick off game next Friday. Its not summer no more ladies, lets move!"

Practice was grueling. I think I ran about eight miles and god knows how many updowns we did. By noon everyone was baking and covered in sweat. A dirty looker room shower never looked so good in my whole life.

When practiced finished at one o'clock it was straight to the Hummer(the locker rooms were locked). I ended up having to give James another ride to his house and then it was off to my house. My muscles hurt like crazy and all I needed was a rediculously hot shower.

Our drive way led up a hill to a huge mansion. It was big and spacy but for any other person it was "too much". Not for the Cullens though. Our moto was the bigger the better. I pulled into the garage right next to my father's black Mercedes. I passed through the kitchen on my way up the stairs and could smell my mother cooking everyones lunch. We had one rule in the house and that was that everyone had to be home for lunch so we had our daily family time.

I opened my bedroom door, threw my bag on the dest by the french doors-that led to a blacony- and walked to the bathroom. I turned the shower to the highest it could go and striped down. The water was scalding my body but felt insanly good. I let the jets on the wall massage my body for ten minutes before srubing my body. After exactly thirty minutes I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I threw on a pair of clean boxers and sweats and walked down the stairs, into the kitchen. Mom always made the best lunches known to man kind. Today happen to be smoked turkey sandwiches with letucce, tomatoe, bacon and the Cullens "special sauce"- as we called it- with pasta salad.

"Smells amazing," I said to my mother while grabbing a coke.

"Thanks you. Your father should be here any second," mom said.

"OK. Where are Emmet and Jasper though?"

"They went to the store for me to get some things for dinner."

"Whats for dinner?"

" It's a surprise so stop asking so many questions and sit down. God you are just like your father sometimes."

I chuckeled and took a seat at the kitchen island before she went into a full rant. In mid bite, Carlisle walked in wearing his glasses, with a stressed look on his face. He kissed Esme and took a seat next to me.

"How was practice," Carlisle asked.

"Alrighgt. Coach is busting my ass though," I replied.

"Watch your mouth. Oh sweetheart, the boys called and said they would be a little late."

"They better hurry up," replied Esme.

We sat in uder silence for a few minutes. Things were always so tense around here. Everyone in the family knew that once mom and dad were in their own thoughts and in the zone to not talk to them and to keep a distance. It's the way this family works. Not a moment too soon either, Jasper and Emmet barged through the door with arms full of bags.

"We got everything for dinner. Now can we PLEASE eat," complained Emmet.

"Stop your whinning," replied mom. She reached behind her and grabbed the plates behind her and handed them to Jasper and Emmet as they sat down next to me.

"So, what did we miss," asked Emmet, his mouth full of sandwich.

"Nothing much. But why weren't you at practice today," I asked.

"Becuase I quit. Its not my style. Besides we all know that I will be taking over Cullen Inc. soon enough. So why a football scholarship."

"You did what," Carlisle asked almost choking. "You never said you were going to quit. I would at least have liked to know. I havent forked over all that money for my health. And who told you, you were getting the company? Jasper at least has more experience in it than you do. Even Edward knows more than you."

"Are you serious? But dad come on! I have been to that stupid office more times in my life than should be allowed. I even hepled bring in those profits that one year remeber? And what have they dont... nothing."

"At least they are responible and havent been slap ass drunk before. Jasper is always at the company meetings and has better grades than you have ever had And Edward... well thats different."

"Thats not fair! I had to give up alot because of you. Like lots of studing hours for football because thats what you wanted! Plus Jaz is older than me and we all know you favor him the most, right Edward?"

"I'm not getting into this again,"I mumbled.

"Enough of this Emmet. I have a lot of things on my mind and will not tolerate your childish behavior. Until you decide to mature and make better decisions you wont have anything to do with the family buiness. End of discussion."

Emmet slamed his sandwich on his plate and marched into the garage. A few seconds later I heard the reeve of my hummer and Emmet was gone. I looked up and saw Esme's pissed off expression that happens very rarely. Things didnt go as planned, was what her expression was saying.

"That was awkward,"I blurted without thinking.

"You can leave too," my oh-so wonderful father spat. I lept up from my seat, took the plate to the sink, and walked away without another word. On the way up the stairs I heard Esme yell "You are going to be the reason to tear this family apart and us to never see our damn grandchildren. Fix this Carlisle." And then she was gone

As seven-thirty rolled around I was making my way down the stairs twords the garage. Esme had went back to the hospitol to finish her shift at the hospitol and Carlisle was in his study doing who knows what. The house was eerily quiet. After Emmet left Jasper went after him to cool him off. Carlisle and Esme had a huge blowout that left both of them in bad moods. I had one last thing todo before I left though. I rounded the corner and knocked on Carlisle's study doors.

"What,"he called.

"Can I come in," I asked.

"Yeah."

I opened the doors alittle and poked my head in. "I should be back by midnight or later. You dont have to wait up on me."

"Where are you going?"

"A party obviously."

"Well obviously you cant go."

"Well obviously I am and will see you at midnight or later. Bye."

I closed the doors and made a my way to the garage. I chose the black Mercedes at the end and climbed in. It was super comfortable and had that new car smell. I turned the key in the ignition and reved the engine. I sped out of the drive way and on to the highway. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the Gaines's drive way.

It really wasnt a drive way. More like a huge stretch of lawn. I pulled up next to some rednecks truck on steriods. I marched up the lawn to the back of the house where the fun is at. Mark Gaines always threw a huge beginning of the year party, especialy when his parents were on vacation. I got alot of high-fives on my way to the table of drinks and sorts.

Everybody from school was there. Even the freshmeats were here looking awkward or trying to act cool. I grabbed a beer from one of the coolers and walked over to where my brothers and guys from football were at.

"... So then he tells me I'm like stupid or something. Like what the hell," Emmet was saying recalling his and dads fight from earlier.

"Well you were being a cry baby retard," I interjected.

"Shut the fuck up. You kept quiet the whole time you loser."

I held my hands up in surrender. I wasnt going to fight him on this. The beers flowed all night. The women got hotter and so did their pick up lines. Too bad they all had to much botox and fake tans for my taste. I did end up makeing out with one of the cheerleaders but she asked if it meant we were going out after and I droped her flat on her ass.

"What ever to simple girls who just wanted a quick fuck and then they leave without another word,"I complained while taking a sip of my fifth beer. I was starting to get alittle tipsy.

"Your telling me," my friend Mike said.

"Well fellas you wont have to wait any longer,"this kid Conner said.

"What do you mean," I asked.

He pointed to across the dance floor on the opposit side of the lawn. All I saw was Jacob Black who is and always be the most annoying person on this planet.

"If you are talking about Black over there then you're fucking retarded," I spat.

"Of course he isn't Edward. He's talking about the girl next to him. Look," said Jasper turning me to face her.

She was very pretty. She was slender with creamy skin. Her lower lip was slightly bigger than her top, which made them extra kissable. She had on dark jeans and a dark blue blouse which hugged her figure perfectly and cascaading brown hair to her shoulders. It was intoxicating.

"Whats her name," I askeed stupidly.

"Bella Swan," Jasper answered."She's a transfer from Forks, Washington."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I can read her mind, Edward. Hello stupid I talked to her."

"Well I get dibs." I walked across the dance floor like I was God up to where her and Black were standing.

They looked completly awkward next to each other. This was going to be fun. She looked way uncomfortable and he had a look like What the hell am I supposed todo?

"So, you decided to show up to something in your life for once," I said to Jacob.

"Hey Cullen. I see you havent changed a bit. Still a cocky asshole these days," Jacob asked with a slight smirk on his face like he had something to prove.

"Absolutly. Don't want to get to soft. But I see that that rule has no affect on you though."

"I have more priorities than throwing a muddy ball all day."

"Of course. But do any of your priorities include being more polite." I turned twords Bella. "Whos your friend Jacob?"

"This is Bella. Bella this is Edward."

I held my hand out for her to shake. "Hi Bella," I said.

"Hello Edward,"she said shaking my hand. Even her voice was hot.

"So where you from?"

"Forks. My dad got remaried so I'm living with my mom again for a while."

"Uh well if you dont mind Edward, Bella and I were just about to go," interjected Jacob.

"Oh, well then. I guess I'll see you at school Monday Bella," I asked, slightly annoyed at Jacob.

"Um, yeah. See you then. Bye Edward," Bella said and waved to me as she walked away.

I stood there all alone thinking. So Jacob Black had a crush on the new girl? Well that wont last long. Shes way too prretty for me to let slip away.

"Edward get over here," yelled Emmet from the table where flip cup was going on. I slowly walked back twords the guys. There was no chance in hell Jacob Black was going to hit a homer with this Bella girl before me.

I guess this means... Challenge excepted.

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