A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Read, review, and enjoy! :)

Bella POV

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I heard a gasp from the other side of the room.

"Bella!" Rachel exclaimed. She widened her eyes in exclamation and mimicked caressing her own cheek.

I crinkled by eyebrows and grabbed the mirror to see what she was talking about. As I saw my reflection, I gasped as well. There was a massive black and blue bruise spreading all across the left side of my face. This was going to be a tough one to cover up for today. Rachel took some of her concealer and applied it gently to my cheek.

All this makeup nonsense caused us to be almost late to school. I bid Rachel farewell once we got there then headed to gym class and got changed in the bathroom stall. I couldn't risk anyone seeing the range of other bruises on places covered by clothing. I headed outside to join everyone else when it began to rain.

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. My concealer better not wash off or then my work will have gone to nothing. We joined the other gym class when our teachers both decided it was going to be an amazing idea to pick teams.

"How about… Jessica and Emmett pick teams?" my teacher offered. Rosalie? I didn't know she was in the other class. The girls both headed to the front and began to pick for their soccer teams.

"Rosalie," Jessica decided.

"Bella," Emmett chose for his first. Me? Why would he choose me? I guess everyone was wondering the same thing as well when the class started tittering about the decision. After the teams were finalized, we headed off to our separate sides on the field. I offered to be goalie, hoping that the metal bar would provide some form of shelter from the rain.

As the game proceeded, the rain kept on drizzling. I wiped my face absentmindedly, and then off came a layer of concealer. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and put my hood up in an attempt to hide it. Emmett came running back, as he was defense.

The ball came closer and closer, and the fight over it became more intense, when finally Rosalie kicked the ball to try and score. The ball soared up in the air, and then whacked me intensely right across the left cheek. He and Rosalie immediately came running over.

"Oh my gosh, Bella, are you okay?" Rosalie fretted. "I'm so sorry!"

"Really, it's no big deal," I promised.

"No big deal? Bella, the whole side of your face is already blue!" Emmett looked at me weirdly. "You should really get that checked out."

I had almost forgotten about the concealer washing off. At least I had an excuse now. My teacher insisted I sit on the sides for the rest of the game. After our teachers dismissed us to get change, Emmett came running back to me again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He said, surveying my face intensely.

My breath hitched in my throat for a moment. "Yeah, no sweat." He looked at me one last time before heading into the change rooms. It was almost like he knew.