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I slowly walked up the stairs in a daze. When I made it to the top I got my bag of toiletries, and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and noticed a silly grin on my face. I rolled my eyes at myself, but couldn't get the grin off my face. I undressed quickly turning away from the mirror, and jumped in the shower.
I let the warm water soothe me, and relax my tense muscles. I took a little longer than necessary washing my hair, just because. It was when I got out I saw a problem.
What was I going to wear?
I'm usually a tee-shirt and jeans kind of girl, but it felt like a special occasion, so I will dress like it is. I'm not stupid enough to show up at a football game in a dress, but I want something better than my normal attire. After attacking my wardrobe I settled on my only khaki skirt and a red blouse. It was dressy, but still casual. It was perfect!
I dressed quickly and put a little makeup on. I only knew how to put a little make-up on. My hair was just going to have to air dry, because it was already 6:50. I put on a pair of ballerina flats, and walked down the stairs. As soon as my foot touched the last step, there was a knock at the door. My head shot up, and I raced to the door. When I made I had to deal with the locks that weren't cooperating! After a few twist and pulls, I swung the door open to see Edward.
He was wearing his football uniform, white pants and his maroon colored jersey with Mason 1 on the back. He was also wearing a long sleeved white undershirt—even though it was May, it was still cold.
He smiled my favorite smile. "You look great! Are you ready?" He asked. I blushed, but nodded.
We walked to the Vanquish, and he went to my side to open the door for me. Always the gentleman, I thought, and smiled. He got in and the playful conversation started like it normally did when we were together.
"Okay, so what's your favorite color today?" He asked after our laughter died down from a joke he just told me.
I thought for a moment. This was a routine thing he did almost every day. All because of that game of twenty questions…
*Flashback*
The little girl and her best friend were swaying slightly on the swing sets as they watched the younger kids run around. Today was a rare sunny day in Forks, so most people were taking advantage of it. All day the little girl's best friend has been suggesting things to do, but every time the little girl rejects the idea for one reason or another. To sum it up, they were epically bored.
Suddenly the little girl's best friend perked up. The little girl raised one delicate eyebrow, questioning him. He smiled the biggest smile she has ever seen and said, "Let's play the get to know you game! We take turns asking each other questions, kind of like 20 questions, but more questions." He cheered, obviously excited with his suggestion. The little girl thought for a moment, then nodded her head slowly. "Okay, I'll go first," He thought real hard, and you could literally see a light bulb go off on the top of his head! "What's your favorite color?" He asked, looking genuinely interested. The little girl weighted in the pros and cons off her favorite colors for a while before she shrugged.
"It changes by day," The little girl said.
"Well, then what's your favorite color today?" He urged.
"That's two questions, but probably brown."
His nose wrinkled, and she thought it was the cutest thing in the world. "Why brown?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes. "You're not very good at this game," She pointed out. He shrugged and urged her to continue. She sighed, "Brown is very warm."
He looked in her eyes, smiled, and nodded his head. "I agree."
*End flashback*
I rolled my eyes and looked at Edward. He was still waiting for my answer so I just blurted it out, "Green." He raised an eyebrow at my traitor blush. How could I not say green when I have to look into his eyes everyday? Recently my little…okay, huge crush on Edward multiplied, if that's even possible. There was always this…electric charge in the air when I'm near him, and lately it has gotten so strong it's almost painful. I looked down at my hands so he couldn't dazzle the answer out of me. After he realized his method wasn't working he became more demanding.
"Bella, tell me why you're blushing." He said, sounding oddly like Charlie. I couldn't contain the giggles that burst through my lips. He looked confused with one eyebrow almost unconsciously raised. I sighed when my laughter died down.
"Sorry. You sounded like Charlie for a moment." I looked up to see him smile. I hesitated. What the hell. "It's the color of your eyes." I paused. "And you seem so excited today, so your eyes are so bright and happy. It's kind of contagious." I giggled.
He smiled brightly and it was back to the playful conversation before. Phew. I was afraid it was going to be awkward.
A few moments later we pulled into the parking lot. He had to leave to go to the locker room. I hugged him wishing him good luck, and reluctantly let go. He smiled, waved, turned and walked away. I sighed watching him leave. Suddenly my face was getting closer to the ground. I tried to reach my hands out to at least not fall flat on my face, but my luck sucks! My face connected to the ground and I heard cackles coming from somewhere beside me.
"Watch where you're going, fat ass!" Lauren, head cheerleader growled. Jessica, Irina, and her other little wannabe Barbie's laughed along with her. I tried to stand, but there was a sharp pain in my elbow. I looked down and there was a reasonable sized gash up my arm. I breathed in and out of my mouth. The taste in the air was better than the smell.
Someone was attempting to pull me up. I looked and saw Angela Weber. Angela was one of the nicest people I've ever met. She was on the cheerleading team, but only for her mom's benefit. Everybody knows she actually hates it. Angela is a quiet, shy type of girl, not a "Give me a B, I, T, C, H. What does that spell? Cheerleaders!" (A/N: No offense to cheerleaders. It just goes with the story!) I helped her, help me get up by pushing myself up.
"Hey, don't listen to them. They're just…" She trailed off.
"Bitches? Skanks? Hoe bags? Any of these working for you or should I go on?" She laughed. I cracked a smile. I like Angela, she's cool.
"All of the above?" She looked over her shoulder and frowned. I stretched my neck to see Lauren glaring at Angela and me. "Hey, I got to go. I'll see you around school." She smiled and walked away hesitantly. I couldn't hear what Lauren was saying, but I'm pretty sure it was about me. Whatever, the bitch can rot in hell for all I care. Ever, since that first day of kindergarten she's wanted me gone. It's not like I'm oblivious to the reasons why though. She wants Edward, but apparently I'm in the way. Newsflash, honey, he don't like you! I lost count of how many times she has asked him out. He was always polite in rejecting her, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. Lauren just thinks he's playing hard to get. I heard her telling one of her minions that in the locker room one day. I just rolled my eyes and walked away.
I started walking towards them. Angela smiled, Lauren glared. I smiled a huge smile at them and continued on my way. I made to the bleachers to see Jake sitting in the usual spot.
"Hey Jake," I waved.
"Bells! Come here, the game's about to start." He gestured with his hand to the seat beside him. "What took so long? I saw Edward go in a while ago." He asked, looking concerned. Jake was a family friend. He was my dad's best friend's son, and we really got along. He never cared how I looked and him and Edward didn't hit it off at first, but after a while they warmed up to each other. They really got close when they worked together on the field. Recently though Jake was in an accident. Just a sprain, but he can't play. He was really bummed, especially because this was state! Huge deal. But they are pretty good friends I guess. Jake's great once you get to know him behind the hard exterior.
I grimaced. "Lauren." I said shortly.
"Oh…" Yeah, oh buddy. I haven't told Edward she picks on me because I can fight my own battles, but Jake knows because he was at my house when I came home crying after some verbal abuse from her. He wanted to do something, but I begged him not to make anything worse. Things would've gotten worse anyways, but the real reason was because I didn't want Edward to know. He is way too overprotective for his own good.
We chatted for a few minutes before the band started and the cheerleaders came out. This was the cue for the football players to come out and like clockwork out pops the football team. Edward is in the front, flanking him is Riley and Mike after them came out the rest of the team. Mike held his head proudly and Ben looked a little nervous. His situation was like Angela's in a way. She was a cheerleader because of her mom; he was a football player because of his father. It goes farther than that, but that's the basics. It was just a matter of time before one of them works up enough courage to ask the other one out.
Edward walked out calmly, looking like a Greek god without even trying. He let his team go ahead of him, giving high-fives as they passed. When they were all near the benches, he looked up to the crowd. I waved and so did Jake. He saw and smiled. We locked eyes for a moment and I swore there was something there. This couldn't be my imagination this time. Could it?
It felt like a lifetime, but could have only been seconds when his eyes broke away. He looked to his side, frowning. Oh, no what's wrong? I look over to see Ben talking to him with a knowing smile. I try to read their lips, but fail miserably. Edward looked back at me worried, then back to Ben and shook his head, still frowning. Ben shook his head, but was still smiling. He patted Edward on the back, looked up at me, and walked back to the benches where the rest of the team was. Edward looked…hopeful? I think. He smiled my favorite crooked grin, and walked over to the team. I stared at his back until Jake broke me out of my thoughts.
"…And maybe if I said yes, then my house wouldn't have been like that." Jake finished whatever he was saying.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry what?"
"I know! That's what I said!" He waved his hands in the air frantically. I was so confused, but decided to drop it, and change the subject.
"The game's starting," I said pointing to the field. He turned and started intently in that direction. I felt bad. He made it this far and can't even play the game he worked so hard to come to. Our team did their little pep talk thing and ran out into the field.
Edward looked up at me one more time, and I mouthed a 'Good luck'. He smiled and looked over at Ben, then at me, and winked. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw this. Jacob looked at me for a moment making sure I was alright, and then turned away. I could be real about this and just say he just had a twitch. Possible. Or I could pretend and say he was winking at me in more than a friendly way.
For right now I wanted to be a 5-year old girl again and pretend.
Okay, so sorry this took so long! I really don't understand football because I never pay attention to it, so if someone could explain like positions and junk that would be great!(: It plays a pretty important part in the story so yeah, thanks! And review?(: