The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Taut
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M
The Olympia mustangs were much like the Spokane Saints. Strong defence, but they weren't very quick on offence. We played the same basic game as before, Garrett played net again, and we ended up with a four to one win. This all occurred on a Thursday night, and the next game wasn't until the following Tuesday, so the Kings had the entire weekend to celebrate.
There was a party at James' on Friday that everyone was going to. Our group all went over to Edward and Alice's before the party to hang out and begin drinking. Jasper and Emmett were thoroughly drunk by the time we decided to leave. I only drank one beer, so I was the designated driver. I could tell Edward was close to being inebriated because he was singing while we drove to James', something that never happened unless he was totalled. Rosalie and Alice were taking it easy since their boyfriends decided to get all liquored up.
When we arrived at around ten-thirty, the house was packed. There were people from out of town, people I had never seen since I arrived in Forks. Alice told me that James used to live in Port Angeles, but moved here with his dad to play hockey when he was grade ten, and he still remained in touch with some of his old friends.
This party was just like the rest, I only talked to people I knew and I had a good time regardless of the fact that I was fairly anti-social. Garrett had started to hang out with our group more often because Kate had Eric and Ben had Angela. I felt bad for the kid when I saw him look over at his two best friends to see them making out with people. Luckily, Garrett didn't mope; he was just looking for a good time.
So, I spent the night with my boys and girls, talking about hockey, party's gone past, and stupid things that we'd accomplished lately.
Edward and Garrett managed to make their way over to the CD player and got it onto Party in the U.S.A. I rolled my eyes as the two of them started yelling the words and trying to remain on their feet. They were ridiculous, but I couldn't help but to laugh at them. The fact that they were still obsessed with this song even though it had gotten old in October was hilarious.
"Sit down, you losers!" Kate yelled from the couch, giggling while Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he passed out on his girl. "Awe, fuck, someone get Eric into a bedroom."
Mike and Tyler hauled him into a different room, probably to tea bag him and draw on his face with permanent marker. I'd learnt my lesson way back in September when I got drawn on at Johnson's.
After the song was over and everyone settled down, Edward came and sat down on my knee so he could play quarter bounce with some of the guys. His bony ass dug into my thighs until I could barely handle it.
"Edward! You have the boniest ass ever!" I cried as he shifted on my lap while he laughed when Emmett spilt all over himself.
He shifted again in my lap, smirking down at me before kissing my forehead and standing up so I could sit on him. He kept a hand on my waist while he played and I could tell he was really playing up the situation because the guys were pissing themselves laughing at whatever performance Edward was putting on behind my back. I just laughed with them and shook my head, rolling my eyes, at my ridiculous boy. He could be so considerate, but oh-so immature.
At around midnight, someone announced that a track full of La Push boys just showed up. Thankfully I was the only one at the table that heard this news, so none of the boys suddenly stood up to fight.
That is, until Jacob Black and his posse walked right into the house like they owned the place.
"What the fuck is that clown doing here?" Edward asked Emmett, his brow furrowed and his hand tightening around my waist.
"We heard you guys might actually make it to the finals," Jacob sneered. "We thought we'd come check out the competition."
Emmett snorted. "It's no competition, Black. We both know that we're the better team here. We whooped your ass last time."
Jacob smirked. "Yeah, a one point one sure is a whooping, McCarty." Jacob's eyes landed on me and his grin widened. "Oh, Bella's here! Good! Now we can have an orgy in Hunter's bedroom." He nodded at the guys behind him. "C'mon, boys, Bella'll show us a good time."
My face turned bright red and I had to bit my lip and look at the ground to keep the tears trapped in my eyes. What a fucking prick.
"What did you just say?" Edward asked in a low, menacing voice.
"I said, you're girlfriend's gunna show us a good time," Jacob repeated slowly.
"Can you stand up for me, Bella?" Edward asked me through his teeth.
"No, Edward, don't–"
"Just let him go, Bella," Emmett told me. "He's going to fight whether you sit on his knee or not. Just get out of the way."
I stood up and crossed my arms, looking at Edward as he got off of the chair and walked right up to Jacob's face.
"Outside. Now," Edward commanded.
Jacob smirked and turned to get out of the house. People rushed out the door after him and I followed slowly, being pushed on by Garrett, who was anxious to see the fight, but had to stay behind to make sure I didn't get involved in anything.
By the time I got outside, the two of them were already on the ground. Edward was more motivated, but Jacob outweighed him by quite a bit, in muscle and in mass.
I could see blood, but I couldn't see who was bleeding. I gnawed on my lip and gripped Garrett's wrist tightly while I watched them beat the shit out of each other. Garrett was cheering for Edward beside me, just like most of the crowd was. At least the majority of the people were on his side.
Finally, Jacob yelled out, "Fuck! Okay, I give in. Get him the fuck off of me."
Emmett and one of the La Push boys both stepped in and pulled them apart. Jacob was holding his nose while blood poured out of it and Edward's lip was cut, but he still looked pretty pissed off.
"If you ever say anything ever again about my girlfriend, it'll be more than your nose, Black," Edward warned.
"Yeah, whatever, Cullen," Jacob spit. "Your girlfriend's a cheap slut anyway. Good luck hanging onto her."
"You fucking shut up right now, Black, before I come and castrate you," Edward ground out through his teeth. "Don't underestimate me. I love that so-called cheap slut, you piece of shit."
I gasped a little bit at Edward's very public admittance to being in love with me. It was the first time either of us had said it in front of anyone.
"See you at the final, Cullen," Jacob said before he got hauled away by his friends. "We'll see who's better then."
"Whatever," Edward muttered, waving dismissively.
I let go of Garrett and walked over to my boyfriend.
"Thank you," I whispered as I slipped my arms around his neck. He gripped me tightly around the back.
"Always," he murmured in my hair. "I'm always here for you."
"I love you," I sighed.
"I love you, too."
"Awe, get a God damn room!" Emmett cried.
"Shut up, Em," I shot back before kissing Edward gently on the lips. He flinched; the cut on his lip was fairly deep. I could taste his blood on my tongue, but I didn't care. No one had ever done that for me before.
After that, there was no way in hell La Push would be getting first place. They had just fanned the fire, and there was no stopping us now.
Sorry for being so late, I had to go grad dress shopping and then I watched my sister at dance competitions. Two more chapters and an epilogue after this. The next chapter is going to be, for the most part, strictly hockey, and pretty boring for some of you. But, I promise, the first half, well, it's going to be lemon gin fo sho.
Love,
Mary
