A.N. I FOUND MY BOOK!!!!! I know I know, you probably have no idea what I am taking about, well it's basically my book with all my new stories lines and ideas. So while that was lost I was basically lost with it. But now that it is found I can continue with my story!!!!! So here is the very next chapter of 'For You In Full Bloom'. A very big thankyou to Silversmile (my best friend!) for helping me get my act together with this story and for helping me start this chapter and change my writing style!!! Thanks so much!!!!! (P.S. she is also my Beta)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

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Chapter 4

Previously on For You in Full Bloom

Looking around the gym for Coach Clap, I caught a glimpse of the one person I really didn't want to see again today.

Edward POV

There, standing before Edward was none other than Jason Swan. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'I really thought that I was going to be home free for the rest of the day, obviously not.'

Resigning himself to the inevitable, Edward simply turned away from him and continued with his stretches. Maybe if he ignored him he wouldn't get anymore of those weird thoughts again.

"Alright everyone, gather 'round." Coach Clap's voice sounded from the side of the hall.

Ignoring the other students for the most part, as they clustered around the teacher, Edward made a point of being as far away from Jason as the small group would allow him.

"As you all know, today we'll be doing track training. I want you all to line up behind the markers and we'll begin. At the end of class we will be having a small series of sprint races to find out what your official times for today are."

As the class obediently moved to line up behind the brightly coloured cones that were spread evenly at one end of the gym, Coach Clap explained the exercise.

"Today we are going to start you off with a slight jog for ten lengths of the gym, as soon as you have finished that we're going to step it up into a slow run for twenty lengths. When you have completed that twenty I want you to full out sprint for four lengths, and then jog for another ten. Start on my whistle."

A piercing screech filled the gym and at once the students started to make their way to the other end of hall. 'Thank god for track,' thought Edward as he turned at the marker and started to make his way back to the starting point. 'At least I don't have to concentrate on what I am doing as much as I would have to if we were doing something else. I feel so free when I run.'

Letting his mind slip away from the rhythmic squeaking of his trainers on the shiny gym floor, Edward looked over his shoulder at the rest of his class mates, and somehow his eyes immediately settled on Jason. He almost seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself as he jogged along with the rest of the class. Paying closer attention to his form, he noticed that Jason must have has some formal track training in the past. His strides were perfectly spaced and his speed was not varying, despite how distracted Edward could tell he was. There also seemed to be a grace about him, he almost seemed to float across the floor, only skimming it as he went.

'He's beautiful.'

Whipping his head back around to the front, he felt a blush cross his cheeks as he realised what he had just thought. Why was he thinking and feeling these things? He could understand thinking that a fellow athlete's form was good, but that wasn't it. The actual thought that Jason himself was beautiful was what was going through his head.

His attention snapped back to the present when he heard coach clap bellow across the gym, "you all should be sprinting by now, if your not get moving."

Picking up his pace slightly, Edward glared at the swiftly approaching plastic orange cone. What the hell was wrong with him? Crossing over the line and turning back around and settling in to a steady jog for his remaining ten laps, he snuck a glance back over at Jason who was just finishing up on his sprints, he was slightly red in the face and his breathing as a little more strained than normal but he was still in better shape than the rest of the class. Newton, who was conveniently in the lane next to Jason, was as red as a beet and wheezing as he tried to run to the next marker.

Finishing his final length of the gym, Edward moved back to where he had placed his bag earlier, he pulled out his drink bottle and took a long drink. Jumping up and down to keep his leg muscles loose, he turned just in time to see Jason cross the line for his final lap, the rest of the class not too far behind him.

"Good to see every one was able to finish today, just a little reminder that it is only going to get harder as the month goes on," said Coach Clap, pulling his pen off of the clip bord that he was holding, "Now we are going to go out to the track field for the 100 meter sprint session. Now when we get out there, split yourselves into groups of five. When one group is running, the next will be the timers. Let's go."

Shoving his water bottle back into his bag, Edward followed the rest of the class out onto the field and stood next to the start markers and waited for the rest of his usual group to join him.

When he and his group was set up and ready on the starting line, and the next group was ready to start timing, Coach Clap rose his whistle in front of his lips, "on you marks, get set, Go."

Never before was Edward gladder for the sharp cold and dampness of a Forks afternoon. As soon as he started his dash for the finish line, and the sharp stinging of the cold on his face, it felt as if the entire world around him had melted away and all that was left was freedom.

'Too bad it's only the 100 meters,' thought Edward as he stared to slow after crossing the finish line, and inhaled more damp air into his lungs. 'I was just getting into my stride.'

Jogging back over to coach clap to check his time, he noticed that he still had yet to beat his personal best that he set last year. It was as if he was stuck in a rut that he just could not get out of.

Shaking out his limbs, Edward walked back over to the sidelines where the rest of the class was gathered. Almost immediately half the class surrounded him and started fawning over his time. He really was sick of all the attention he got just for being able to run from one end of the track to another, sometimes he just wanted them to leave him alone.

As if someone had heard his internal complaining, the small crowd around him seemed to disperse almost immediately. Instead, they started to let out exited noises and seemed to swarm around Jason.

Turning his attention to Mike Newton, Edward over heard him exclaim, "I can't believe that you almost beat Cullen's time! No one here has ever been able to do that before!"

Moving his gaze over to the small boy that was currently being stuffed under Newtons arm and being shown around like a prize puppy. How in hell did Jason almost manage to beat his time? Even when he was living in Chicago, no one was able to get anywhere close to even his worst time, and here in forks, the new kid almost beat him. Had the world stated spinning in the opposite direction because today was just turning out weird!

Sending a glare off in Jason's general direction, Edward turned on the spot and huffed to himself as he made his way back towards the gym to collect his bag.

'I just hope that everything is going to be back to normal soon.'

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Bella POV

'What an arrogant prick,' thought Bella as she slipped from the cabin of her truck and slammed the door behind her, after collecting her bag from the passenger seat, 'he didn't even have to decency to keep his glare to himself.'

Manoeuvring through the choppy grass and mud that was the front lawn, Bella hitched her bag further up her shoulder. After her mediocre performance in gym today, the entire class suddenly adored her because she had almost beaten Cullen's time. If she was used to the dampness of the air and the softness of the ground, she could have probably beaten his time with almost no effort.

Scraping the grime off the bottom of her shoes, Bella stepped through the front door and slammed it behind herself and stormed off up the stairs to her room. It was almost as if her bedroom had frozen in time from when she was little, with a few noticeable exactions. The small crib that used to stand beneath the window was now a double bed, and the stuffed toys that were scattered around the floor were instead a small desk and chest of draws. However, the pale green walls and solid white curtains were still the same, if a little faded.

Throwing her bag over onto the desk and kicking off her trainers as she went, Bella collapsed onto her bed and let out a squeal of annoyance into her pillow. How dare Cullen be pissed at her for things that are not entirely within her control!

"Bad Day?"

Turning her head, Bella noticed Charlie standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face. Letting out a groan, she moved her face back into her pillow.

"I forgot to tell you this morning, but I invited one of my friends and his son around for dinner tonight, it's been a while since I saw him and I think that you and Jake are going to be good friends. I was planning on ordering in from the diner, unless you feel up to making something." Charlie mumbled, as he leant on the door frame, and ran a hand through his hair looking slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make something. Is there even any food in the house?" came Bella's reply, mumbled by the pillow.

"There should be something here; I went shopping just before you arrived,"

Pushing herself up from the soft warmth of her bed, Bella made her way past Charlie and down stairs to the kitchen and started opening cupboards and the fridge, to work out exactly what was in the house and what could be made into something edible. Staring at the odd assortment of food in front of her, Bella made a vow that she was going to be the one doing the shopping from now on. It was only by chance, she decided, that Charlie had managed to get all of the ingredients for spaghetti bolognaise.

Putting the water on to boil, Bella let her mind go once again to Edward Cullen. There really was no reason for him to be so upset with her over a couple of little things. Maybe he was just a spoiled brat. She had had enough experiences with boys like that to know that she really didn't like to associate with them more than absolutely necessary.

Still grumbling internally about Cullen, Bella mechanically made the spaghetti bolognaise to perfection and as soon as she pulled it off the stove the doorbell wrung out. Serving the meal into separate bowls and putting them into the oven to keep them warm, Bella made her way into the hallway, where she could hear her father greeting their guests.

Stepping out next to her father, she was surprised to find two Native American men coming through the door, one pushing the other in a wheelchair. Clearing her throat to make herself known, Bella watched as three sets of eyes turned to her at the same time.

Glancing down at his daughter, Charlie turned back to Billy Black and gestured in her direction as he started to introduce them, "Billy, you remember my kid, B-ouch! What was that for?"

Rubbing his side, Charlie looked down at his daughter, who had just elbowed him in the ribs and was now glaring up at him. Rolling his eyes, Charlie realised what she wanted.

"Jason, this is Billy Black and his son Jacob. They live down on the reservation in La Push, you used to play with Jake when you were little but I doubt you would remember."

Moving her gaze from her father to the Man in the wheelchair, Bella held out her hand, "it's nice to meet you."

As the older man shook her hand, Bella swore that she could see a mysterious glint in his brown eyes. Silently cursing her father, she realised that he must have told him all about her little cross dressing arrangement for while she was here. 'I just hope that he doesn't tell anyone else, I really don't want the whole town knowing.'

Moving her hand along to the next man, Bella was slightly surprised to find that he didn't look as old as she thought that he had the first time she had seen him. Although he was extremely tall and obviously worked out, there was still a boyish look in his features, that made Bella think that he probably was no older then her, and had no idea of her true gender.

"Hi, I'm Jason swan,"

"Jacob Black, but you can call me Jake, every one else does," He said as his enormous hand encompassed hers, "you are going to be here for a while right? You should come down to the reservation and check it out."

"Right," Bella replied before turning to her father who was animatedly talking to Billy about fishing and elbowed him again to get his attention, "Food's ready if you wanna go to the table and I'll go and get it."

"I'll help," shouted Jacob as he followed Bella into the kitchen and started pulling the bowls out of the oven "this looks great."

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Jake POV

Shaking Charlie and Jason's hands for the last time and thanking them again for dinner, and Billy promising to organise a fishing trip in the near future, Jake wheeled his father out of the house and down to their car.

When his dad had first said to him that they would be coming out to Charlie's place for dinner, Jacob hadn't thought anything of it. It wasn't exactly unusual for them to go see fork's Chief of Police, as the man lived alone it made sense to check up on him every so often. Besides, the man had been his dad's best friend since before either of them could remember.

However, Jacob had been surprised to hear that Charlie's kid was going to be there. For some reason Jacob had thought Charlie had a daughter, but the boy he had met was a boy, despite his feminine qualities.

Jason seemed like a pretty cool guy, he had a great sense of humour and he seemed to fit in like he had always been there. Jacob was pretty sure they would become great friends, especially sine their dad's were best friends. They were bound to see lots of one another. Jacob could invite him down to the reservation to take him for a ride on his motorcycle. He had just finished fixing it up and now it went even faster then he had first thought he could push it.

He could already see it now. Him sitting up front driving the motorcycle while Jason sat behind him; his arms wrapped tightly around his waist so he wouldn't fall, the feel of his chest against his back as he sat close...

"Look out Jacob!" Billy suddenly called out, causing Jacob to blink and realise he had progressively been driving off the road as his thoughts had wandered.

"Sorry, dad." He muttered, straightening up the car before allowing his thoughts to roam again.

'What the hell was I thinking about that for? I mean, I know he was pretty cute for a guy, but I've never thought of a boy like that before. Who care's if his hand was really soft when i touched it or if he had a cute smile? I like girls... don't I?'

He was once again shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of his father's voice.

"So, what did you think of Charlie's little signet?" A familiar mischievousness sparkled in his eyes, one that usually only appeared when he had played a prank of some kind on Charlie.

"He seemed like a cool guy." Jacob shrugged, not wanting to give too much away when his father was in one of these moods.

"Just cool, nothing more?" Billy pressed.

Giving him a funny look, Jacob just shrugged, feeling an uncomfortable heat begin to slowly creep up his cheeks.

'There is no way he could know what I just thought. I'm just being paranoid.' He comfortingly told himself; sure his thoughts were safe from his scarily perceptive father.

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A.N well there is another chapter of 'for You In Full Bloom' and I would like to once again thank the genius of Silversmile, without her the Jacob section of this chapter would have been so crap because I suck at writing Jake. so you all know the drill, you've read now it is time to review!!!

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