AN: Some people commented that Bella got off easy from well you know practically being run over by a rock, and that the thing who says she did… Is a broken wrist really ALL that's wrong with her…. Edward and Bella are going to get together soon I promise. Because what is Twilight without it? Thank you so much for your reviews ! As a PS the beginning of this chapter takes place right after the other one left off. Fast update and a long chapter for my standards so REVIEW!
Bella POV:
All the girls except for Alice left practice straight away to go recuperate their exhausted bodies. Not me, I still had things to put away and clear up. Practice had been a success, but it had been easy by my standards, I was barely even sweating. As I moved I became fully aware of how damaged my body was: I had bruises from the multiple places Mike Newton kicked me, my wrist ached, though not as much as the rest of my body. It felt like every bone in my possession had been shattered, not just the one in my wrist. Without the distraction of the game to keep my mind away from the pain it hit me with full force. I stopped walking around, picking up the cones, for only a brief second to close my eyes and demand from myself to keep moving as normal: pain is an invention of the mind, Bella. What a wimp they would think you were, back at home, it's just a few bruises.
Edward POV:
I absolutely refused to come out of the car. Stupid Alice and her stupid soccer practice. But I'd promised to pick her up, and I didn't dare be late. I checked the dashboard clock: 7:05 didn't this thing end at 6:30? Where was that evil girl?
Bella POV:
After all the equipment had been cleared away Alice was still there, out on the field.
" Alice", I called to her, " You did really well today, but there has been something on my mind." It was true, might as well say it while she was here. " It's probably just me, but it looked like you were holding back today from running your hardest or passing as straight, don't ever feel like you need to do that, OK? You've never played before, but already I can see you're gonna be really good."
Edward POV:
Finally she graced me with her presence!
" Hey, Edward!", she greeted, " thanks for waiting."
"I've got nothing better to do than wait for you", is my sarcastic response.
" Too true, Ed, too true." She replies, too distracted to even realize what the tone of my voice was. " Edward, today at practice Bella told me how s he thought I wasn't running fast as I can, that I'm not playing to the best of my abilities. "
Oh no.
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Edward POV:
The next day I carefully avoided Bella, and begged my family to do the same. But, of course, Alice didn't listen. She was sitting with her at lunch— not a care in the world. I stalked out to PE, my mood further blacked by the prospect of running (walking) slow again.
Bella POV:
Alice's brother continued to flee from my presence, ever since I had started yelling at him that day in Biology. It takes a pretty big jerk to blow off a girl for beating your friend at a sport, but it takes a complete ass to blow off said girl continually after said beating of friend. Alice completely agreed. The bell rang, and I rushed out of the lunchroom with a quick goodbye to her: I couldn't be late to PE.
" Football season is over", the teacher said in the same tone used at funerals." So we're going to start track." This was going to be fun, I thought as I switched into my running shoes, wonder how those buildings that resemble human beings are going to do.
It turned out that a few girls actually liked track, not that we had a choice in participation. I was one of those girls right up at the frontline when the coach called for sprint runners. I heard "One, two, whistle", and was off, easily taking the lead of the girls, and most of the boys. The movements felt right to my body, the pattern of my feet scraping the ground, faster faster, faster. There was only one more person ahead, imagine my delight in finding the guy I get to crush is none other that the infamous Edward Cullen.
Edward POV:
Bella wasn't good at running. No, that was a gross understatement; she was brilliance itself when it came to running. Her decidedly petite body was perfect for running, small and lightweight. It took every ounce of my reserve not to run my absolute fastest and beat her, not let her pass me, but I didn't: she won, which was really no surprise to any of us.
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Edward POV:
We had free period after PE, and guess what Bella was doing? Tossing around that soccer ball is what. I didn't know if she was dedicated or a show-off but I was leaning toward the first, seeing as she never seemed to NOT be playing it in her free time. Now I really saw what Alice had been talking about the night before: she was truly amazing. All the other people had left; it would be so easy to just take her out right then and there, but I didn't want to kill her right now, I wanted to play soccer.
Bella POV:
Edward was good at soccer; he knew how to play it and could play it, that was good for this dreary town. But I couldn't help but notice the same things I had with Alice: he could run faster than that, he could kick harder; he could have stolen the ball then. Normally, I would explode at his sexism but Alice was going through the same ordeal. With fifteen minutes to shower off I announced the game a tie— which it had been, almost.
" Bella do you want to do something this Saturday?" I heard him ask me, " I got tickets to a soccer game, some read team against…" he stopped when he saw my face. " That isn't just SOME read team that's the New York Strikers (AN: I don't really know any pro soccer team names How did you get tickets, they're impossible!?!?"
" My dad is friends with their manger." Edward said, a little stunned by my enthusiasm.
" Sure." I said.
" OK, it'll be an hour to Port Angeles so…. I'll pick you up at 12:00."
" Great." I answered. Walking into the ladies' locker room I realized that the seeming updateable Edward Cullen had just asked me out, and I had just said yes.