The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Red
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M

Some shit gets stirred in this chapter.



The second weekend in January was our first game against La Push, a team that the Kings had a rivalry with. La Push was the closest team to us, so sometimes we saw the Wolves at the same parties. Someone always ended up in a fight.

Billy Black was their coach. Charlie had a huge rivalry with him as well. They both played on the U.S.A. Junior Team together, but Billy got drafted to Vancouver instead of Montreal. Everyone said that Billy was the better player than Charlie. Billy got to play in the NHL longer than Charlie did. Billy got way more publicity when he became paralyzed after he went head-first into the boards.

Even though Charlie hated Billy, they always went out for a couple of drinks after they played each other. Charlie drove the cruiser and I drove the F-150. I was the designated driver for tonight anyway.

The first period was pretty clean. La Push's captain, Jacob Black, and Edward were beaking each other, slashing each other. Both of them got the penalties they deserved. I knew by the end of the game that it was going to escalate. Hopefully Charlie would figure it out and switch up the line a little so Edward wouldn't get in a fight. Jacob was taller and more muscular than Edward. I didn't want him to get hurt.

Edward put the first goal on the scoreboard in the last three minutes of the period. He made sure to cheer right in Jacob's face after, too. Thankfully the ref and the linesmen were there to hold Jacob back.

The second period started, and La Push was pushing much harder than they had before. Jasper was having a hell of time, even with Emmett taking down the Wolves left, right, and centre.

Ben Cheney finally nagged the puck and got a breakaway, pushing the puck into the top right corner.

By this time, the Wolves were absolutely furious. They pushed even harder, keeping the puck down at our end. Jacob Black finally found a hole in the net and cored La Push's first goal. But, while he scored the goal, he ended up deep in the crease, which pissed all of our boys off, including Edward. Edward pushed Jacob out of the crease and Jake pushed back. Edward and Jacob tried taking each other's helmets off. The refs waited for them to fall onto the ice.

Edward managed to get Jacob's helmet off first and then he started throwing punches. Esme and I tensed while the rest of the crowd cheered.

Jacob picked Edward up and laid him on the ice. That's when the ref and linesmen jumped in and pulled them apart. Edward stood up quickly and started going after Jacob again, who was telling Edward to bring it on.

The ref got them to leave the ice finally and the rest of the boys picked up the gloves, helmet, and sticks. They each got a game misconduct. Thankfully the fight didn't happen in the third period. Then Charlie really would have been pissed at Edward.

Jacob was changed by the end of the second period. He went to sit with the La Push fans. Edward still hadn't come out.

When I went to grab a hot chocolate from the booth, Jacob cornered me. I hadn't talked to him in four years.

"Hey, babe," he greeted as he leaned against the counter beside me. "How've you been lately?"

"Good," I said with a brief smile.

"I hear you're dating the Cullen kid."

I nodded.

"He's a douche bag," Jacob muttered. "How could you be with someone like him?"

"As opposed to who? You, Jake?" I snapped. "Get over yourself."

He grinned cockily. "Babe, we both know that I'm the better hockey player." He leaned in. "And I'm probably better in bed. I heard he's got a small dick." He chuckled.

"Actually, his dick is bigger than yours, Jacob," I seethed. "Bye." I stormed out to the bleachers to watch the rest of the game, leaving Jacob speechless.

The third period began with James finding the net, making the score three to one for us.

Edward came out soon after, showered and dressed in his black suit. He didn't even glance at me. He sat down at the bottom of the bleachers beside Rose's little brother.

From what I saw, Edward's knuckles were a little cut up, probably from him ripping at Jacob's cage.

"Is he always like this after a fight?" I asked Esme quietly.

Esme pursed her lips. "The Black kid must have said something to get Edward really riled up, because usually he'd be bragging about how much of a pussy the poor kid is." Esme shook her head. "I've only seen him like this once, and it was when a boy at school started spreading rumours about Alice."

I nodded and continued watching the game. Hopefully I could get Edward to talk to me after the game was done. I just hoped Jacob didn't say anything too serious. Hopefully it was something that could be left on the ice.

We won the game, but only by one point. La Push would be our biggest competition obviously. Edward went into the change room with the rest of the team while I waited in the lobby for him, Jasper, and Emmett.

Rosalie huffed as we waited. "I wish they'd hurry up."

I was biting my lip nervously. Edward had seemed completely out of it after he got kicked out.

Edward came up the stairs, clearly still brooding. He walked right by our table without even glancing at me. My cheeks burned with mortification. Why was he being such a dick?

"Don't worry about it, Bella," Alice assured me. "He'll come around eventually. He's just a moody asshole sometimes.

I knew that Edward wasn't perfect. I didn't expect him to be. It just felt like he was pushing me away. We were more than boyfriend and girlfriend, we were best friends. I never held any information back. So why was he doing this to me tonight?

Emmett and Jasper came to sit down with us.

"Edward's going to Mike's with James apparently," Emmett told me grimly. "Jasper and I decided we'd better tag along just in case they try anything stupid.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "Do you know what the hell's going on?"

Emmett shrugged. "I've never seen Edward this mad before. I couldn't really hear what Black was saying to him either."

I looked at Jasper and he shook his head. I sighed.

"Well, if you find out, let me know," I said as I stood. "We might as well head out. I don't want to make Edward avoid you guys because I'm here."

Rosalie and Alice drove around Forks with me, the music blaring. Rose and Ali drank while I thought about the game. It was already 10:30 by the time Rose and Alice decided they wanted to go to Mike's. We pulled into the driveway and entered the house. Everyone was there except for Edward, Emmett, Jasper, and James.

Rose and Alice wandered off while I found a spot on the couch. I pulled out my phone to see if I had any texts. Nothing. I considered texting Edward, but I had nothing to say to him. If he wanted to talk, he would. And if he didn't start talking soon, I'd be pissed off.

I talked to random people throughout the night. I became better acquainted with Garrett, who sat beside me for a long time. He was a funny guy and he managed to cheer me up briefly.

Finally, at around midnight, the boys walked in the door. I could tell from the moment he entered the house that he was absolutely shit-faced.

All the girls started throwing themselves at him. Usually, this didn't bother me. Usually, I trusted Edward. Tonight, it infuriated me when he wrapped an arm around Tanya and let her kiss his cheek.

Emmett, who was surprisingly completely sober, said a quick hello to Rose before coming over to me.

"He's drunk," he told me as he sat down. "Like, drunker than I've ever seen him."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"He wouldn't talk," Emmett continued. "Whenever I asked about it, he'd brush it off, crush another beer. And when I mentioned you, he just shrugged. Something fucky's going on with him, Bella."

My eyes burned with potential tears. Maybe I had psyched myself out when I filled out the application for university in Calgary. Would this be the end?

"Thanks, Emmett," I murmured with a sad smile. "You're a good friend."

He gave me a hug and patted my back. "Don't give up on the poor guy just yet, Bella. Guys are idiots sometimes. I ought to know."

I laughed a little as I leaned back against the couch. Mike started talking to Emmett and I continued watching Edward. He was re-enacting the fight for all the rookies and the swarm of girls that seemed to be following him.

He noticed me watching and smiled and waved and then continued talking. Normally, I would care if that was the only interaction we had all night. That night was different though. We hadn't talked at all. He was being a prick and he probably knew it, too. A smile and a wave was not okay.

I made sure that Ali and Rose could get rides home and said goodnight to almost everyone.

"Aw, Bella," Jasper whined when I said goodbye. "Don't let Edward put you in a bad mood."

"I'm just tired," I assured him. It was a complete lie, of course. "Charlie thinks I need to slow down a little, anyway."

"This party'll be boring without you," Jasper tried to convince me.

I leaned in and whispered, "Maybe you should consider Alice."

Jasper looked completely bewildered.

"She likes you, Jaz," I breathed in his ear. "A lot. She hasn't hooked up with anyone since just before Edward and I started dating. The last time she kissed someone was at the dance."

"Well, I'll be damned," Jasper said.

"Go get her, cowboy," I told him with a grin before walking towards the door.

"Where's she going?" I heard Edward ask Emmett.

"Home."

"Why?"

"Are you fucking stupid?" Emmett asked him. "You haven't talked to her all night, asshat. She thinks you're gunna breakup with her."

A tear slipped down my cheek as I mashed my lips together and left the house as quickly as I could. I slammed the door behind me and held my breath as I tried to keep myself from crying. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

As I was about to unlock the truck, the door opened.

"Wait, Bella!" Edward yelled.


This is exactly like my best friend, David. The hockey part, at least. He gets so worked up and emotionally involved in the game. It's ridiculous. And then I get all worked up because he's getting pushed around and pushing other guys around.

On February 7th, I watched one of Dave's games. He actually laughed right in a guy's face when the poor guy tried to get him worked up. Just laughed. So hard that you could hear it echoing throughout the whole rink. And then the guy skated away, obviously embarrassed, and David's like, "Aw, c'mon! Come back and get some you pussy!" CLASSIC.

Also, Garrett is based on a guy that my younger sister parties with. His name in real life is Scott. Funny kid. He gave my sister a lap dance at a hockey party. It was only funny until he started straddling here. Then I had to be a cock block. Sorry, Scott.

Love,
Mary