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Edward wasn't surprised at how his first day at his new school had turned out. People wanted to know everything about him, naturally. They bombarded him with questions, and Edward answered them as politely as he could. He noticed that girls seemed to take the most interest. That didn't surprise him either. Evie Sinclair was the nosiest of them all. To her thrill, and Edward's irritation, she was assigned the seat next to him in English. She made a big fuss of pulling out her seat and arranging her papers.
"I suck at this" She said quietly as the teacher, Mr. Berty, started to read a passage from Macbeth.
"Do you?" Edward said dryly. He was trying to take notes.
"Yeah. Maybe you can help me" Evie said, giving him what she thought was an innocent smile.
"Hm. Maybe" Edward put his pen down, "But what makes you think that I don't suck at this too?" He queried. Evie shrugged.
"Oh, you just look the clever type, that's all" She smiled, resting her chin in one hand and twirling her pen with her other.
Give me a break, Edward felt like saying. "Well, I must say, I'm charmed" Edward told her, using light sarcasm.
Evie triumphantly turned her attention back to Mr. Berty. She spent most of the lesson trying to peer over Edward's shoulder. As soon as the bell went, Edward jumped up and scattered. He had always been rather fast, and he fully appreciated his ability as he disappeared before Evie could even get through the door. He looked around the crowded cafeteria, trying to find a place to sit. Almost everyone was looking at him hopefully, poised as if they were about to shift over for him. Edward sighed, and made his way over to a small table where a tall, blonde haired boy sat alone.
"I hope you don't mind my presence" Edward said, standing at the head of the table with his tray. The boy simply shook his head, and Edward sat down. He tore the straw off of his juice box, "I'm Edward Masen" He told the boy.
"Jasper Whitlock" He replied, finally looking up.
"They give out a lot of homework here, don't they" Edward commented, pointing to his pile beside him. He was trying to make conversation, Jasper was the only person he had met today that wasn't fawning over him. He seemed intelligent. Jasper nodded, and went back to his food.
Edward bit down on his tongue, and started on his own lunch; a bowl of steaming tomato pasta. He looked out of the window at the rain. It was lashing against the glass, pouring into icy puddles on the ground. Forks was the wettest place in the Olympic Peninsula. Edward opened his mouth, but quickly shut it again. He was not about to discuss the weather. He finished his pasta, and pushed his plate away. There wasn't much for him to do now. He looked at the huge clock on the east wall; fifteen minutes to go until lunch was over.
"What class do you have next?" Jasper asked. Edward very nearly jumped, he hadn't been expecting Jasper to speak at all.
"Erm..." Edward took out his time table, scanning it quickly, he looked up, "Gym" He replied.
Jasper nodded, "Me too" He said.
"Ah, but I don't have a kit" Edward said.
"Coach Clapp will probably borrow you one. He's tough when it comes to us guys doing gym. You have to be on your death bed before he'll let you skip a class" Jasper grinned.
Edward smiled back. Now that the ice had broken, he found it quite easy to speak to Jasper. They tossed casual conversation back and forth as they waited for the bell to ring. Edward followed Jasper to the gym. Coach Clapp immediately thrust a crumpled pair of blue shorts and a creased white T-shirt at Edward as soon as he walked into the changing room.
"I'll let you off because its your first day, but if you forget your kit next time it'll be an hours detention. Now move!" He barked.
"What about sneakers?" Edward pointed out.
"Come to my office when you're doing getting changed, I'll borrow you a pair" Coach Clapp replied. He turned around, made it half way through the changing room, yelled at a spotty kid with glasses, and left.
Edward changed and went to the cramped office to get his sneakers. To his surprise, he found that they were practically brand new, in perfect condition. He laced them up and then jogged to the gym hall with the rest of the class. A line of basket balls had been placed against the north wall. Coach Clapp blew his piercing whistle, and Edward rushed forwards to grab a ball. When they all had one, they sat down on the bench and waited for further instructions.
"I want you to warm up by jogging around the court whilst dribbling the ball, then you can take turns in shooting goals until I'm satisfied" He told them.
Edward found controlling his ball quite easy. As he was so good at running, he could pay all of his attention to the basket ball. The balls made thumping sounds as they bounced around the court, the sneakers squeaking along the polished floor. Coach Clapp wouldn't let them sit back on the bench again until they had all managed to score at least three goals.
"You all know how to play a basic game of basket ball, I'm sure" Coach Clapp said, pacing along the bench and surveying them all when they finally sat down again, "McCarty, choose a team of eight. Whoevers left can form the second team" He ordered.
A burly dark haired boy stood up and walked over to stand beside the coach. Edward gulped at his massive size. The boy didn't take long to choose his first player, "Whitlock" He called.
Of course. Jasper was the tallest in the class, he was slightly muscular too. He looked like the perfect player, in Edward's eyes. As each person left the bench, Edward very much doubted that he would be picked. So he was shocked when "Masen" rang across the hall. The scrawny looking boys all sighed and stood up, one of them dropping his ball and tripping as he went to pick it up.
"Lets just play it like we did last week, boys. We're sure to win, just look at those loosers!" McCarty said as the team huddled together.
"Yeah!" Jeered all of the boys, except for Jasper and Edward.
They all scattered around the hall, McCarty holding the ball firmly in his hands. The whistle blew again, and they dispersed. Edward raced around the court like a whippet, managing to grab the ball several times. Ten minutes into the game, he managed to score. The big guy - Edward hear somebody yell "Over here, Emmett, over here!" to him earlier - grinned at him as the ball flew through the net. Jasper proved to be a very good player too; nobody could reach high enough to steal the ball from his possession. As predicted, Emmett's team won. They all slapped each other high fives, sneering at the weaker team. Coach Clapp took the ball from Emmett.
"Good game, boys, good game... You should just about have two minutes to change. Go!" He yelled.
After they had changed, Edward saw that he had Biology last period. As he left the changing room, Emmett clapped him on the back, another grin on his face. Feeling better than he had all day, Edward made his way to class.
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