Chapter 2

BPOV

I wipe the sweat from my brow. I have been practicing in my backyard since I got home completely disregarding my homework because that can wait. It must be around eight because the sun is lowering in the horizon and everything is becoming dimmer making it harder and harder for me to see the soccer ball at my feet. After another half hour or so I am about to give up and head inside since the lighting has made continuing to play not an option.

I decide I should strech out before I go inside because now would be the worst time to pull any muscles, so I sit down on the grass which is never completely dry. I really can't believe that I am being given an opportunity that I never thought was a possibility for me. I always enjoyed soccer from a young age, but since there was not a girls team for travel or even recreation I sorta gave up on the notion and believed that maybe when I was older I could coach a team. I know playing with boys is going to be difficult, and that they may not want me there.. but this is what i want and I'm not going to let anyone ruin it for me. My gut feel like its in knots which seem to be getting tighter and tighter. This is all only if I make the team.

I look around at the forest and surrounding houses as I finsih up and my eye pauses on my neighbors window only to see a curtain fall into place. It's just the Cullen house. There family was nice enough, but me and their son didn't particularly get along, but it wasn't always that way we used to be best friends and did everything together. I don't really remember what happened probably got into a fight over somthing stupid, so I have never held it against him. It was probably just a coincidence but now i feel as if I'm in a fish bowl and everyone is staring at me. I decide I've done enough for today so I go inside, eat, and go to sleep so that tomarrow can come faster.

I wake up to my alarm and spring out of bed which rarely do. My parents have left for work so I have the house to myself as I prepare for school or well mostly after school. I grab my duffel bag and threw everything I could possibly need for soccer practice into it. I leave and my day goes as it normally would with me sitting quietly through my classes occationally answering questions and talking with some friends. I don't tell anyone about me trying out for soccer though, they most likely would think it was strange that I was the only girl trying out. It's not that I care what they think I just don't want to start unecessary gossip if I can help it. I'm social but I like to keep to myself I guess.

Then the day finally ends I grab my soccer bag and head to the locker rooms to change. I can't help the butterflies that stirr in my stomach like they are trying to escape. I walk out of the locker room and turn to walk down the hallway towards the soccerfield, but when i get to the door I find myself unable to open it. What if I mess up, and don't make the team? I console myself with the thought that if I don't make it then it wasn't meant to be.

There are already some other people out warming up on the field, all boys, but I make my way over to them. They must see me coming because they exchange glances before all lookin at me at once. Geez, boys are not subtle are they? One of them looks up, Edward. He says what all of the other guys must be thinking, "Uh, hey Swan - the cheer practice, you know for girls is in the gym." All the other boys in ear shot of our conversation were trying to hold in there laughter, but failing miserably.

I keep my gaze locked on Edward so he doesn't think I'm intimadated by him because honestly, I'm not. We've been neighbors since I was born. Did he forget that and all of the black male I have on him? Well I am about to remind him, so I arch my eyebrow " How come you aren't there? I remember you used to have a liking for wearing skirts." His eyes went wide for a second before he glared at me, but the blush gave him away. I knew he was embarassed. Good, he shouldn't get away talking to people like that.

The coach came over which probably cut off whatever insult Edward had for me. I made myself look at the coach and focus on him, even though I could still feel Edwards gaze on me. Some upper classmen too since they were probably wondering why a girl, let alone a sophmore was trying out... because I have skill that could kick there butts all they way to yesterday thats why. The coach is talking and I take in every word " As you all know, today is tryouts, so impress me. I know many of you have skill and potential but you still have to work your hardest. No one has a guarenteed spot on this team. You have to earn it." He looks around and makes eye contact with everyone that is gathered around him. " Okay now lets huddle and break , then everyone needs to warm up."

We all get closer together and put our fist in the middle of the circle. One of the seniors calls out " Okay spartains on three... one, two, three " and simotainously everyone yells "SPARTAINS!"

Then everyone heads off to go warm up. I take a step backwards and am suddenly not standing on the ground, but falling and land on my butt in mud. Great. I look up to see what I could have possibly tripped over and see none other then Edward Cullen wink at me... this was going to be a long two hours.