Chapter 4

RPOV

"I hate gym."

I told my husband as we walked outside of the gymnasium for a 'free day.' Me and Emmett were the only ones in our family with gym this period. Most everybody was out on the football field playing or just walking about. I headed straight for the bleachers. I stretched out attractively and pulled out my compact to put on some more lipgloss. Emmett took the seat next to mine.

"Yeah, me too babe. I just sit here and watch a bunch of humans think they are all macho, throwing a ball around. I know good and well even when I was alive, I could have whooped them all...one hand tied behind my back!"

A group of girls walked past me and sneered. With my vampire hearing I could just make out what they were saying.

"God she's not even THAT pretty." the snub nosed brunette said.

Yeah keep telling yourself that honey.

"And it's not like she is even good at anything." The dirty water blonde added.

I felt a growl rumble in my chest.

"Rose babe, calm down! What has got you so worked up?"

Typical Emmett. Not paying any attention to anything around him.

"It's nothing honey. It's just so unfair you can't try out for football. You are so right about everything you just said. I'd be willing to bet all these guys think your not even good at anything."

He was mine now.

"What! Who said that? Was it that short stumpy guy? He keeps giving me the eye..."

Whoops! Got to get him back on track.

"Besides, I can't believe the family doesn't have faith in you. I know you could handle not hurting those humans. Plus I think it would be so hot to be dating the quarterback..."

Checkmate.

"Your so right! They never believe in me! I can do it. I will! Hey coach!"

Emmett bounded over to the goal post where coach Harrison was standing talking to some boys from the team. He looked startled. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. I couldn't see Emmett's face but I was willing to bet he had a very fierce look to him right about now.

"Coach I want to try out for the team!"

Emmett practically screamed at him, but the coach didn't seem to mind. A slow smiled creeped across his face.

"Of course you do boy!" He laughed. "A strapping young lad such as yourself. Tryouts happened in spring, and I usually don't make exceptions but seeing as you just moved here and all i'd be willing to give you a chance."

Well color me surprised...not.

"Hey boys you want to help me give Cullen an impromptu try out?"

"Hell yeah!"

The short stumpy guy fist pumped the air. Emmett suppressed a growl. Please, please don't eat him.

Now I don't know that much about football, ask me if the Ferrari FF has a V12, a hatchback roof line, or can go 0-60 in time of 3.7 seconds i'll tell you yes, but I just tune out Emmett when the Super bowl comes on. However, that being said I was fairly certain that it wasn't supposed to be 4 to 1.

"Ok Cullen, Here is the ball. Get it to the other side of the field."

Coach Harrison handed the leather, pebble-grain texture oblong to Emmett then shouted "GO!" The other 'players' surged forward. I wish I could say it had been more interesting. They tried to tackle him and when he just kept charging forward they went for just latching onto him. Two wrapped around his legs like my tan, stylish channel boots and the other just went for a spider monkey on his back. The last guy didn't want to get hit so he just lied down on the ground, no tackle necessary. Emmett made it to the other goal post having dragged those boys the whole way. I stood up and clapped for him.

"That's my man!"

That earned me some odd looks from my fellow class mates. Oh right. We were siblings. That looks weird. Oh well.

"My GOD! Cullen! Your a machine! We have to have you!"

Emmett did his signature touch down dance, he placed his hands on his hips thrusting to the left then the front, right and back. He then clasped his hands in front of him and went on to make his arms flow like a wave and finally ended his dance with the cabbage patch.

"I'm coordinated and fast too! I can throw better than Mike tyson can a punch, and catch better than a...better than a...thing that catches balls really well. I palmed my face. He did not just say that. This was the man I promised to spend forever with. But it was no use, ever since I had saved him from that bear, he had grown on her like he was E. coli, and she was room-temperature Canadian beef. Well now that this is done with, it won't look so bad when I try out for cheerleading. I turned on my heels and sauntered inside the school to find the girls cheerleading coach.