A/N: Sorry, this came in late again. I really suck at updating. But you probably know that by now. LOL. Anyway, I just finished this chapter and decided to post it up already since I know a lot of you have been waiting. And I'm really glad you were patient enough. :)

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Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

I settled myself on one of the bleachers placed inside the gym. It wasn't that hard to find a seat during Edward's basketball practice since not a lot of people—or girls, for this matter—bothered to skip their classes this afternoon. Even if that was the case, there were still quite a considerable number of females present to watch him play. Squeals and giggles crammed the whole gym and you can barely hear anything coherent other than the ear-splitting noise.

"Edward Cullen! Your number one fan's right here!"

Despite the rowdy population of fan girls that occupied the place, one distinguishable voice stood out from the rest. I glanced around to locate where the shrieking voice came from. I instantly stopped searching as my eyes spotted Lauren Mallory screaming her lungs out. I managed to stifle a laugh as I consumed her screechy behavior. That girl never failed to complete her attendance at Edward's practices. Impressive, eh?

"No! Don't listen to that impostor! I'm really your number one fan, Edward!"

I shifted my head to the other side to find Jessica Stanley competing with Lauren's strident tone. Wow. So we're having a fanatic competition now? I should've signed up to join and be contestant # 3.

"No delusional girl could replace me as your most avid fan, my dear Eddie!"

But, no. Tanya just abruptly decided to take my place as contestant # 3 (not that I would take part anyway. Please.) and join the ridiculous yelling contest. I don't know what else to expect from her. One minute she was angry at Edward, the next she was throwing daggering glares at me, and now she's here rooting for her dear Eddie. She must've acquired some serious illness like a Multiple Personality Disorder.

Coach Clapp's booming voice suddenly pulled me from my reverie. The varsity players stood up from their seats as they were ordered by their trainer. One by one, they stepped onto the glossy floor of the basketball court, preparing themselves for their vigorous practice today. I saw Jasper and Emmett by the sideline. And Mike, Eric and Tyler too. Edward's nowhere in sight, though. Where could he possibly be?

I was about to give up when my eyes finally caught a glimpse of his tousled bronze hair. He was standing at the farthest corner of the court and his emerald orbs were intently focused at my direction. As soon as our gazes locked, he smiled his crooked smile and waved before catching up with his other teammates. I couldn't hold back the goofy grin that threatened to slip through my lips. I just hope Tanya didn't notice our silent conversation or else he'll be in real trouble afterwards. I shot a quick glance at where she sat only to find a pair of eyes viciously glaring at me. She's literally fuming with anger with what she saw earlier.

Yep. Edward's in real trouble today.

I tore my eyes away from her deathly scowl and directed my whole attention towards the progressing game. Everyone already started moving and outrunning each other, heaping up points as much as they can. Louder squeals and giggles filled the entire place every time Edward made a successful shot. And every single time he did, he would peek at my direction and smile. It wasn't that big of a gesture really, but I couldn't deny the tinge of joy it brought me.

I admit I often find myself daydreaming about things that would, most likely, not happen in real life. Especially things between me and Edward. Inside and out, I knew him very well. And it took almost one excruciating year for me to figure him out. For some, he probably looked stuck-up or just plain conceited; unmistakably impossible to reach. But beyond his superficial appearance, beneath his godly surface, laid a more complicated side of him. One that a certain cheerleader wouldn't understand, I could guess.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Coach Clapp blowing that little whistle hanged around his neck, his hands gesturing that of a call for a quick break. Upon hearing the jarring sound, all the players stepped out of the court and headed straight for their own seats on the bench. Edward, on the other hand, sauntered directly at where I sat, a smug smile on his face.

"So, how was it?" he asked, occupying the empty seat beside me.

"Quite good," I beamed at him.

His shoulders slumped dejectedly with my choice of words. "Just good? Not even fantastic or amazing?"

"Edward, you played just the same like every other practice. If you want to hear 'awe-inspiring' or 'marvelous' or anything beyond quite good, then I suggest you visit your population of fan girls over there," I retorted, discreetly pointing at the direction of Jess and Lauren.

I had to restrict myself from giggling as I saw his eyes widen in horror. Lauren and Jessica, along with their battalion of female fanatics, furiously waved at him in unison as they caught his gaze. He then shifted his head to face me after getting quite a glimpse at his own fans' club. I think he had seen enough. "They still can't compete with your ogling abilities," he said grinning.

"My what?"

"You were ogling at me. Admit it!"

His statement totally caught me off guard. He was accusing me of ogling at him while, between the two of us, he was the one who kept on insanely smiling at my direction. "I wasn't!" I exclaimed.

He suddenly burst into hysterics at my defensive tone. I huffed in frustration; he seemed to really enjoy himself at my expense. Before I could even speak and reprimand him, Coach Clapp called the players back into the court to start another round of practice. He pinched both of my cheeks until they were sore red before leaving my side. His booming laughter slowly faded into thin air as he took each step towards his teammates.

I caressed my cheeks, now stinging with pain after his forceful nipping. Good grief! He just acted ridiculous like we were still in second grade. But despite the throbbing sensation he left me with, I still couldn't deny the fact that his little gesture gave me that weird feeling in my stomach, created the shock that ran through my body. It was ludicrous to think that I never noticed the effects he had on me until now. And I have to be extra careful with my unruly reactions when I'm with him. Great.

My eyes searched for Edward on their own accord. Within seconds, I instantly found him also staring at me. He mockingly smiled at my direction, his expression smug as if to say 'I told you were ogling'. I swear he could be really irritating at times. Now it won't be long before everyone calls me 'The girl who looks at her best friend with lecherous eyes'. Ugh.

Coach Clapp dismissed the basketball practice earlier than the usual and the guys were free to go as soon as they kept everything in place inside the gym. Edward, with his varsity bag in hand, started to stroll at where I still sat, his forest green orbs transfixed at my face. He was only a foot away from me when Tanya suddenly blocked his way, hugging and kissing him like they didn't see each other for a decade. She vehemently dragged him towards the gym door, his face scrunched up in an awful expression.

Thank you very much, Tanya. That was such a mature thing to do.

Before she successfully towed him outside, Edward mouthed the words 'see you later' at my direction and I gave him a slight nod for my response. His horrendous expression altered into a finer, more acceptable one as he understood my action. I waited for a few more minutes before I finally stood up from my seat; it won't be a good sight if I bumped into Tanya today—or any other day, for this matter.

I went out of the deserted gym, my thoughts revolving around the same person.

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