AN: Sorry it took so long. Thank you for all the reviews. It means a lot. Thank you also to Izzie Cullen123 for the review… To be honest, I forgot I even had a FanFic. Sorry. So this chapter is dedicated to her. :D

P.S. I like Edward's Point of View better, so I'm gonna start off in his and switch off later, maybe.

Edward's Point of View

As I changed out of my clothes and into the gym clothes, I listened to all the remarks the team were making about Bella.

"Her body is so hot!"

I stopped listening. I finished dressing, and walked out of the dressing room. I stood at the entrance of the gym and watched Bella do some drills. She backed up to the half line and dribbled the ball quickly down the court and jumped and dunked the ball. All I saw was her back as she held herself up from the basket ball hoop.

I looked around me and the team was standing next to me with their jaws dropped. I looked back over and she dropped on hand to her side. She used that hand to grab the opposite site of the hoop. She spun around and swung there for a couple seconds before swinging farther and letting go of the hoop. She did one flip and landed on her feet.

As she looked up and smiled, she noticed us all looking at her and her smile faded. Bella brushed her hair behind her ear and looked away from us. Her shoulders hunched, making her look sad.

She bent and picked up the ball, and she threw it into the bin that held the rest of the balls… all the way from the other side of the court. It circled around the rim before falling in.

That's how practice started, and it ended with Bella slapping Tyler in the face for grabbing her ass while she was guarding him. She walked into the locker room, and coach yelled, "Bella! Get in here!"

She came in just as she pulled down her shirt, giving us all a brief moment to see her flat stomach.

"Yeah, coach?" she asked him.

The team looked to the coach, "Practice isn't over yet."

The team looked back at Bella, "Its 4:30. Practice ended 30 minutes ago, and I have other things to do than to be groped by jack asses, and hardly getting the ball passed to me, let alone getting picked last. I'm better than that. I can play better basketball than half of the team. I'm getting dressed, and leaving, Coach." She emphasized.

The Coach turned red from either anger or embarrassment, I hadn't a clue.

I turned back to look at Bella, but she wasn't there.

"Team! You're dismissed!" Coach bellowed and walked off to his office.

I started walking towards the locker room and looked back to see the team was following me.

Emmett ran up to me and slapped me on the back. "Good practice huh?"

I nodded, trying not to look to the right of me, where Bella was removing her shorts, while the whole team stared at her. The guys in front of me stopped to look, and wouldn't budge so I stayed in place, trying my hardest not to look at her.

But I caved. I looked, and watched her put her legs into her pants and bounce a little to get the low riding jeans to go up a little higher.

She turned to button and zip them while she looked into her locker. After she tucked in her pockets, she turned to look at us. She had her thumbs on her pockets and her hair was disheveled from taking it out of her hair tie, and jumping.

She looked up and her hair fell into her face. She stared at us, one by one, until she reached me. He face had an odd expression on it; accusation along with hurt. She closed her eyes and turned away.

I let out a gust of air, hardy being able to breathe with those beautiful eyes looking at me. My eyebrows scrunched up, beautiful eyes? I admit they're beautiful, but still.

I looked back at her and she was putting her tight black jacket. When she pulled the zippers closer together, her hood popped up and fit onto her head, giving a shadow to her eyes, so I could no longer see them.

Her head tilted down and she put her hands into her pockets. Bella started walking, and when she got to us, she whispered, "Excuse me."

The team moved out of her way immediately, and she left the dressing room, she left us all… speechless.

AN: I know it's short. Really short actually… But after this I'm writing another chapter. I have a question though. Does anyone actually go to A-i-s-l-i-n-n- N-i-g-h-t-.-w- e- b- s-.- c-o-m? Cause I don't want to waste time putting pictures and music that no one looks at.