An Important thing: Remember Bella's collision in Chapter 4? Keep it in mind ( wink wink ).
Bella POV:
I woke up Saturday morning wondering why I was excited, and lay in bed for about 4 minutes before the soccer game with Edward came into mind. At that thought I jumped right out of bed and into the shower.
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An hour later I was dressed casually in a jacket and jeans, wondering what to do with my 2 hours left before hecame. The laundry, dishes, and my room, wee sparkling clean when I heard the doorbell ring.
Edward POV:
At exactly 12:00 I was at her door. I was too impatient to attempt being fashionably late. She came to the door and stepped out of Chief Swan's house. I couldn't help but notice how lovely her brown hair looked when it was in a ponytail and loose on her shoulders. I realized that I had been staring and asked her rapidly " Let's go, shall we?" She nodded, high in sprits. Really it was just a soccer game.
I had taken the Volvo because I didn't know how well a Porsche or BMW would sit with the role of our 'family'. I opened the passenger door for her and slid in beside her. We were off.
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Edward POV:
We talked casually about her friends, pets (three goldfish that lasted a week), her home in Phoenix, and, of course, soccer. It turns out that Bella has been playing year round select soccer since she was eight years old. Her favourite position is center forward, though she doesn't mind if she's goalie. Apparently the red team or —what was it— the Strikers were the best of the best. Carlisle hadn't actually been a friend of the manager, Alice had interfered. I must say that she thought of the perfect thing for Bella, she was radiating excitement.
Bella POV:
For a while in his car I forgot about the game. If that could be possible for me, I forgot. I was focused on the incredibly gorgeous person next to me. It sure was mice of him to invite me, but why wasn't Alice going? Maybe they didn't have an extra ticket… or maybe, said an annoying voice I my head, maybe he just invited you to invite you. Yeah right Little Voice, I was pretty sure this guy could have his pick of any girl in Forks, it was absurd to think that he thought if this as more than a game.
Edward POV:
Parking was impossible. We circled the paring lot to the arena many more times than I wished to, seeing as I didn't wish to at all. Finally we found a spot —even if I had to exceed the speed limit by a considerable amount to achieve the feat.
As I ran to open the door for Bella I couldn't help but notice how the door handle was strangely twisted into… finger shapes. Too small to be mine…
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In our seats at last, I was frantic —and probably doing a miserable job at hiding it. I played the events of the last few minutes in my head.
It hadn't escaped my notice that the woman at the ticket counter was apparently trying to appear seductive by blinking five times a human's normal blinking rate.
I handed her my tickets. She just stared at me. " Hmm!" Bella snapped impatiently, " Excuse me?"
"Oh…I—I…" I jammed the tickets through the small opening in the booth window. " You'll be over on your right up at the top, sir." She resumed her rapid blinking. " Damn hot." She mumbled to herself. Sometimes I honestly wish vampires didn't have perfected hearing.
Bella flinched. "What was that?" she asked, confused.
The girl looked terrified. " I—you—…."
"Come on, Bella", I said pulling her arm. I breathed out a sigh of relief when her skin was warm.
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So what she heard her? I told myself. It's not like that makes you a…a vampire, if you can hear some stupid ticket girl. But I remembered the car door…what if, what if, Bella was a vampire?
Bella POV:
Nothing—not even a freaky girl selling tickets— could bring me down today. Well, actually one thing could, and did: Edward. The more I thought about it the more I realized that this must be like a bet or a dare, probably a pity date. When his hands guided my arm away from the ticket booth my skin was on fire. He actually felt like ice, but it was like I was boiling and ice just made smoke. But it seemed Edward, was too wrapped up in whatever thought was going on in his bronze head to notice.
He finally let go when we reached our seats. I touched the still burning spot on my arm. It was ice cold. I felt the skin around it, which was a normal temperature, just that one contact spot where my skin met his that was freezing.
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Bella POV:
" LAST CALL FOR PRE-GAME SCRIMMAGES—"
I was lost again in the whirl of the game. " Come on!", I exclaimed to the gorgeous boy next to me. " We have to get down there!". I didn't look back to see what his response was. I sprinted as hard as my body would allow down the stadium aisles. I got there faster than I would have thought. And that's why you were on Varsity, Bella. I hopped over the stadium's field walls to a pudgy man in a ref's uniform with the traditional clipboard-and-whistle combo.
"Sir! I—"
" We." Cut in a voice behind me. I smiled. " Two more players."
" Names?" the ref barked.
" Isabella Swan", he answered for me, " and Edward Cullen."
" Cullen: Red, Swan: Blue." He jabbed a sausage-like finger over his shoulder without ever looking up from his precious clipboard.
I glanced at Edward and then jogged over to a group of audience members that sported blue pennies.
Edward POV:
I obeyed the particuarly thick referee and slipped on a red jersey. I took in my teammates: all boys. I scanned the rest of the people on the feild, Bella was the only female player. I felt pretty bad for her, yes she was good, and yes she was an amazing athelete, but, hey these people were amazing boy atheletes. My hands were already in fists at the thought of someone hurting her.
From somewhere on the sidelines a whistle blew.
AN: I would have continued but my roommate demands the computer. I will update the rest tonight, tomorrow or Thursday. It really depends on the # of reviews! Hey, if you want it longer, you have to tell me so. If you don't like waiting: push that periwinkle button!