Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"You're wearing that?" Alice. Horrified. I was not surprised.

"What? It matches."

"We're going to a college football game, Bella, not the flipping beach."

"What was I supposed to wear exactly?"

I had successfully made it through my first week of classes. I had yet to find a job that paid enough and I was starting to run low on the pleasure fund. School here at USC was a lot more challenging for me than Mohave Community College and neither Rose nor I had found suitable cars yet. Stress was starting to pile up.

Tonight was my first chance to catch a break.

"I'm going to the game to have fun, Alice. Stop trying to make football have anything to do with your clothes…or fashion, or whatever. I'm going for myself and for Jake, not for you." I put on a brand new USC hat Jake bought me and pulled my long ponytail through the hole in the back.

Faded denim mini skirt that Alice Hates?

Check.

Simple red tank top that matches my new hat?

Check.

Hey, I even went all out and wore the silver, sparkly flip flops instead of the red rubber ones. Lay off. I look good.

I even let her put make up on me earlier. Quit Bitching.

"Bella, you look like a boy…a slutty, short skirted boy. You're not thinking clearly. Is this really the outfit you want to be wearing when you finally meet my brother and your future soul mate for the first time…?" I rolled my eyes and tuned her out while she followed me around my room.

"You don't match, Bella, you don't match us." Sometimes this little asshole knew which buttons to push. Even though I pretended not to give a shit about what anybody said, Alice knew I didn't feel like I matched up to her and Rose.

"Ughhh, you're so exhausting" I muttered. We'd been going at this for twenty minutes now. "I'll compromise with you on one condition; after the game, I will change into an outfit of your choice as long as it's at least semi-comfortable and it can be changed in the car."

She started to protest but I didn't catch all her words. Then at the mention of her snobby brother again and something about a future sister-in-law, I called out for Jake. When I heard his response from somewhere downstairs I made a mad dash toward his voice, though Alice was close on my heels.

"I'm going with Jake." I said picking up the little tub of cookies I baked for the occasion. I frosted them in school colors and made a special one for Jake as it was his first game.

I'm such a mom.

"The guys are tail gating before the game, and I want a buzz so I'll meet you after, okay? Just text me when you get there." I hurried out the door so I couldn't hear her whining.

I fully intended on leaving my phone in Jakes car and staying with Sam, Quil and Embry for the game. Alice didn't know how to shut up during the one and only sport worth watching. I'd heard a lot about the new starting quarter back, Emmett McCarty and I was excited to see him play. The big rumor was this junior, Emmett, would most likely be in the top 10 draft pick in the NFL this year. Huh? I hope Jake can introduce me someday…

And I can't focus on football with the eff-ing chatterbox in my ear all night complaining about my loud, vulgar language.

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Sam met up with me at the way in to the tailgate lot where Jake was dropping me off. Sam carried the couple buckets of fried chicken I brought for us so I could trade food for beer. I felt a little guilty that I knew I would be avoiding my best friend all night so I reluctently kept my phone...but I did turn it on silent. Ha ha Alice, ha ha.

Sam's girlfriend Emily gave me a good run for my money when it came to motherly-ness. She brought posters and markers to make signs for Jake. Embry, Quil, Jared and Paul just ended up writing crass remarks and draw large dicks all over the place before Emily started scolding them and took her markers away.

Embry had always had a little thing for me since childhood. He was nice enough and hot. I just didn't pick up any chemistry. I have made out with him enough times and have even made it to a couple of bases to know we're just friends with benefits. We were our go to people when we didn't feel like making the effort for someone new.

I knew he just needed a reason to get close enough to start touching me so I shamelessly flirted back with him when he drew a big red 03 on my upper left thigh with Emily's markers, right below the hem of my tiny skirt. I had had several beers by this point and was feeling frisky. I would need some tonight. I had to get my fill just like the next girl where the rabits and dildos just didn't cut it. But I am very very picky about my partners. There are rules. Embry didnt exactly qualify at this point, he was just a really good kisser and a gentleman. He didnt push anything further than I was willing to go. If I didn't find anyone worth while at any after parties, hopefully I could call Embry to just relieve a little tension and I would of course return the favor.

The student section was packed for this first home game against Ohio State. I stood in the middle of Embry and Sam on top of the bleachers so I could be as tall as them. Jacob was a peach and somehow got us on the second row that was usually reserved for frat guys and sororities. I knew Alice had gotten actual seats somewhere so she wouldn't have to stand for the entire game in high heels. Who wears those fucking death traps to watch football?

I was definitely where I belonged tonight. I could yell, scream, & say whatever the hell I wanted without shit from my best friend. I wanted to stand the entire game while cheering, singing, and stomping around and slapping high fives with people who were drunk and loud too.

People who were here to actually watch the game.

Right at the end of the third quarter, they put Jake in. He's a freshman. There's no way….wow! The coach must have really recognized his potential this summer. Most freshmen sit pretty on the sideline the entire year, not even getting a single play in. I should have known Jake's receiving abilities wouldn't go unnoticed for long.

He plays fucking exceptionally.

Edward Cullen

I love my sister. I really do. I am sincerely glad she is back in LA.

Tonight I just wanted to support Emmett and USC from the comfort of my own side of the stadium, the opposite side of Alice…and her friends. Fucking sniggering, Barbie-dolls with more air in their skulls than brain matter. Two years ago I would have been all up for her friend Rosalie. Literally. The word 'beautiful' wouldn't really describe her perfect features accurately. She was stunning. The couple of times I've met her, she seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders too-less air than most…but she isn't my type and I can't just sleep with her and never call her again like I do with the others. She's Alice's best friend…or one of them and it would upset Alice if I fucked and ducked.

I don't disrespect women…intentionally. My mother would shit if I had even been the least bit impolite to them. I never led a girl on to think I was willing to give more than I was. The girls I date are all well aware of my intentions (or lack there of) before letting go of their inhibitions. I am not necessarily a man-whore like Emmett but I'm not exactly a saint either. It's only been in the last year or so that I have been keeping to myself more.

Medical school is rough. Rougher than I expected—though Carlisle had warned me plenty of times. School has recently presented me with the first real challenging experience I have had in my very fortunate life. If I want to be on top and finish first, I can't be distracted by foolish, predictable, boring college girls. Sure, I get lonely at times. I have needs. But those needs are my last priority. I just want to focus on getting through this semester and the next…and then the one after that. …Oh dear God, I still have three more years of this shit. GAH!!!! Ok tonight I just need a break, maybe I'll find some random sorority girl to fill in some of my solitude.

I always get what I want. I am a spoiled, selfish ass-hole. Sure, I am well-mannered with them. I even like some of them and not just for their bodies. I mean, I find that sometimes I am still interested in their majors and ambitions--- but I never get in too deep. They start to get all attached and shit if you pay too much attention.

I was shook out of my little revelry when USC's quarter back, and my cousin/best friend Emmett McCarty, brilliantly threw the ball to this huge wide receiver I'd never seen before today's game. Hmmm, must be some new freshman.

"Jasper, have you seen this Black, O-three dude before…is he a freshman this year?" I knew all the guys on the team…well the guys that played anyway. I had never heard of 03 before, although his last name did sound very familiar for some reason.

"Don't be racist, Ed, he's Native American and he is the fucking amazing, new wide-receiver. Freshman. He's good. Did you see that catch? I thought for sure Ohio would intercept. Black avoided that lineman like he wasn't even there." Jasper was in awe. I wasn't far behind.

Because of Black's remarkable catch, USC got another 1st down. On the twenty yard line, Emmett set up camp again. When he called the play in motion, Black came from around the opposite direction of his last catch while Emmett simultaneously threw the ball his way. Black was a tremendous player who not only caught the ball again but dodged several tacklers who were in his course. He was in the end zone with more speed than a man his size should ever encompass.

TOUCHDOWN!

The crowd went wild. The band went off. I was jumping and yelling right along with Jasper, James and Mike when I saw her, my prospective sorority conquest for tonight. She was on the same row as I was just a few seats down. She was hot enough to be a DG girl… but where were the rest of them? She was standing with a bunch of guys. Sorority girls usually travel in packs.

(A/N: Someone told me DG girls were the top sorority at USC. I don't know how true that is since I don't go there but for the sake of my story, DG is going to be the best.)

The girl of tonight's dreams was standing next to three big Native American guys. Maybe she wasn't in a sorority at all but why were they standing all the way down here? I could tell she was a pretty brunette girl but I couldn't say how attractive she really was in the face because her hair was in a long ponytail under a hat. The hat covered half of her features but the smile I could see as she cheered was taking my breath away.

What the fuck?

Takes by breath away? Hanging out with my mom so much makes me such a fucking pussy sometimes…it's just…not everyday you see a beautiful girl like her excited about football. Ya. That's what I meant.

Her smile isn't what originally caught and held my attention. Under a too short miniskirt were two perfectly toned, lightly suntanned legs. She was a runner, I could tell.

Then she became more and more too good to be true when I noticed how perfectly casual and comfortable she was. If I did ever particularly care to be in a relationship, I would want some girl like her. A girl that wasn't afraid to eat a huge, sloppy cheeseburger, drink beer, and definitely! Definitely watch football with such enthusiasm. She was jumping up and down holding onto the shoulders of the two guys in front of her. It did not escape my notice the fact that she had left her bra at home. Her tiny figure did not hide her superior tits bouncing up and down with her hopping.

I had to have this girl. Was she with one of those guys? It didn't seem like it. I usually didn't care but something about her seemed more loyal than the average college girl.

Why hadn't I seen her before? Jasper and I were well-versed with all the twenty-two sororities on campus and she looked a little older than the new freshman girls I had yet to learn. I was completely in lust with her as she yelled out something vulgar in reference to Ohio. Could she hold that thought for a couple of hours before I could get her to my apartment?

I had clearly been staring at her for way too long. The crowd had settled back down and the forth quarter had started. I'm pretty sure Ohio was running the ball when she looked at me. I couldn't see her eyes very well under the damn hat but I know she looked right at me. I unconsciously smiled at her, and then stopped abruptly and looked away when I realized what was happening to me.