Let the Games Begin

A/N: Alright. I know, I suck for making you all wait this long. But RL's a bitch and a demanding one at that. All I can say is that I'm sorry and I hope that this extra long chapter makes up for my absence.

Chapter 14

Secrecy's A Bitch, But I'm a Bigger One


Edward and I spent the rest of the day in the clearing, just talking and laughing and... other things. Like kissing the crap out of each other. I really couldn't stop kissing him. I would kiss him all day long without stopping to breathe if I could get away with it.

It's all his fault anyway. If it wasn't for all of his amazingness and awesomeness and his crazy sexy ass, I wouldn't want to do any of this. Okay, that's a lie. I would totally be all over him anyway, but still.

He had to go and say all of that sweet stuff and now I can't get enough of him. As I said before, he was perfect and I can't stay away from him now. Now that he said that he wanted me too.

And he really was perfect. And neither of us could stay away from each other. Literally. It's been two weeks since we started seeing each other and we haven't been able to keep our hands off of one another.

We might have a problem. But whatever.

And I know what you're thinking. It can't be that bad, right? Being away from him? I know, I know. I see him everyday, so it's not like he's on the other side of the world. (Just the other side of the classroom.) And we text each other during class and call each other at night, but come on, look at the boy. You see that? All of that gorgeousness can only be denied for so long.

But we held it together... sort of. Okay, we tried. That's something, right?

Okay, let me explain.

After that day in the clearing, we headed back to our dorms. We snuck another quick kiss in before we parted ways and everything was fine and freaking dandy.

And on Sunday, we talked on the phone for basically the entire day, getting to know we other better.

And let me just say that Edward sounds just as sexy over the phone as he does in person. Just throwing that out there.

But I digress.

And that was wonderful, it really was, but I'll admit it. I missed him. I needed to be with him. Ever since that first day in the clearing, I hadn't felt completely... right unless I saw him at least once before the day was out.

And now that we've kissed again and I now had a first hand memory of his lips on mine, it was harder to think of anything other than kissing his gorgeous self.

And that, my friends, is what got us into a bit of trouble.

Monday, Day 1

It was just a regular old Monday, except for the fact that I now had a fuck awesome sorta boyfriend now.

We told ourselves that we couldn't act any different than we had before because then everyone would know that something was up. You don't go from hating someone to kissing the crap out of them over night. Someone might notice that.

And we wanted to remain unnoticed. Well, as unnoticed as Edward could be. We might have been together, but that didn't change the fact that he was still the most attractive guy here. And someone as attractive as Edward didn't go unnoticed. Girls still came up to talk to him, or rather feel him up, and guys still tried to be his best friend.

The guys didn't bother me. It was the skanks that thought that they could touch my boyfriend without getting pussy punched that bothered me. But, alas, they didn't know he was my boyfriend. Sort of boyfriend... boyfriend... oh, I don't know.

So I couldn't actually say anything to them without drawing unwanted attention to Edward and myself. So I watched and plotted all of their slow and very painful deaths. There might have even been a diagram or two.

Because our relationship (if you could call it that) was so new, we didn't want to put too much pressure on ourselves. Until we realized that we found it incredibly difficult to stay away from each other.

On Sunday, I thought that I would be fine. Edward told me that he would be fine. And we were great... until we saw each other at breakfast the next morning.

I walked in and scanned the room for him and he was already there, sitting at his normal table. His eyes flashed up and locked with mine. A smile started to slip onto his face, but he caught himself and looked away quickly. I coughed to cover my snicker and headed towards the line.

I made my way over to my table and sat down. Everyone was talking about something that I couldn't really focus on because I was staring at Edward. On occasion his eyes would flash up and meet mine and I would quickly look away. But then I would look up again and he would be staring at me. And then he would quickly look away. It was a vicious cycle.

I got up a few minutes before the warning bell and made my way out of the cafeteria. I was about to start walking over to my first class when a hand shot out from behind a building and grabbed me. I squeaked before a hand flew over my mouth to stop the sound. I spun around and found Edward standing there. I hadn't even seen him get up to leave.

"Edward, what the hell?" I whisper yelled.

"Sorry, baby, I just wanted to see you. Please don't be mad," he said, pouting a little.

Now there's something you need to know about Edward's pout. It could get him anything. And I'm talking anything, he is just that freaking adorable. So I couldn't say no to him. Damn that pout.

I sighed. "I'm not mad. But you need to work on your stealth if we don't want to get caught. Eventually someone is going to notice if we keep disappearing behind buildings."

"True, but come on, Bella. I just wanted to see you," he said.

If anyone had ever denied him anything, then I would eat my freaking shoe.

I gave him a look that told him I didn't approve, but he knew that I had given in. He smiled and placed his hands on my waist and pulled me to him. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. "Good morning, pretty girl," he whispered against my lips.

I smiled against his and kissed him again. "Good morning to you too."

"I missed you," he said, pulling my closer to him.

I rested my head against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. "It's only been a day," I said teasingly, a pleased smile spreading across my face.

"So," he said. "That doesn't mean anything. I like being around you. You're one of the only people that really knows me, so it's understandable that I want to be near you, right?"

He was pouting again, I could tell. I didn't even have to look up.

"Of course, baby," I said. "But we've got to get to class now. I'll text you later, alright?"

He sighed and squeezed me softly before letting go. "Fine." He leaned down and kissed me softly once more before letting me go.

I smiled softly at him before turning to leave. I had just turned around when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, spinning me around and crashing his lips into mine. I laughed softly against his lips and kissed him back, running my hands through his hair.

He finally pulled away with a reluctant sigh. "Okay, now go before I lose the rest of my control," he grumbled, a slight scowl on his face.

I giggled and stood on my toes to kiss his cheek softly before scurrying out from in between the buildings.

Tuesday, Day 2

Later Monday night, Edward called me after his practice and we talked. I don't think I've ever giggled so much in my entire life. Ugh, he's turning me into such a girl.

But I couldn't help it. He was so funny and sweet and adorable, I couldn't not giggle. It's like an immediate reaction. Edward says something cute. Girls giggle. Such is the way of life.

But the next day, I was the one that jumped him. Fourth period had just ended and I practically ran out of the room as soon as the bell rang. I walked quickly over to the girls bathroom and waited. As it turned out, Edward's fourth period class was really close to mine and he always took his time leaving class. He was probably the only student here that could be late to every class and not have a single tardy marked on his record.

I peeked my head out from the bathroom and saw him coming towards me, his head down as he tried to get his notebook to fit into his bag.

As soon as he walked by the bathroom, I shot my arm out and grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him into the bathroom with me. He stumbled a little as I shoved him farther into the bathroom. I spun around and shut the door quickly, locking it behind me.

He looked up, shocked. "Bella? What's-"

I grabbed his bag from his hands and dropped it onto the ground before pushing him up against the wall and crashing my lips against his, effectively cutting him off. He was still for a moment, probably still shocked by my actions, before he started kissing me back just as fervently. His hand came up to my hair, pulling on the hair tie until my hair tumbled out of the bun I had thrown it into this morning. He wound his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer. My hands snaked up his body, across his shoulders before finally stopping in his hair. One of his hands left my hair and trailed down my back. His large hand snaked its way under my shirt and my skin tingled at the skin to skin contact.

We finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. My hair was surely a mess now and his was sticking up in all directions.

"Hello to you too," he said as he caught his breath, a smile on his face.

"I would say I'm sorry for jumping you, but I'm not," I said.

He snorted and pulled me to his chest. "Good because I'm the farthest thing from sorry right now."

I smiled and kissed him again, only softer this time. The bell rang then. I groaned and laid my forehead against his chest. "Why did we think this was a good idea?" I mumbled against his chest.

He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. "Because we want some privacy and you know that won't happen if everyone knows," he sighed. "But I'm starting to think that I'd rather deal with everyone else, than have to be tackled into bathrooms to make-out. We could totally do that in public."

I snorted. Mr. "I'm Afraid of Girl Cooties" wants to make-out in public. This is a strange turn of events. "In public? Really?"

"Well, not in public, but not in a bathroom either. I'd rather do it out there than in here," he said, shrugging.

I looked around the obnoxiously pink and white bathroom and shuddered. "I see what you mean."

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Just a little while longer, pretty girl. I want to be able to enjoy being with you without everyone else butting in, even if it's just for a little while."

I sighed and nodded. "Alright, but if I see another one of those whores touch you again, you better get out of the way because I'm gonna start hurting some people."

"Yes, baby," he chuckled.

Thursday, Day 4

I was walking out of the cafeteria after lunch and was assaulted with the sight of Tanya backing Edward up against the wall. He looked a little bit irritated, a pinch terrified, but mostly pissed.

I don't think I've ever seen him ever get mad at a girl before (well, except Tanya, but she wasn't exactly what you'd call a lady, and me for that little while. I guess I deserved that though).

I clenched my jaw at the sight. Why couldn't she get it through her thick skull that he didn't want her? I clearly hinted that he and I were together. Only a moron wouldn't have been able to see what I was implying.

I glanced around to see if anyone else was in the vicinity. No one else was around, so I ambled my way over to them.

Once I was behind Tanya, Edward saw me over her shoulder. He visibly relaxed, but he didn't drop his pissed expression, otherwise Tanya would have misinterpreted him. I then may or may not have rammed my shoulder into her back, knocking her off balance and onto the ground with a shriek.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I apologized dramatically. "I didn't see you there."

"You bitch," she screeched. "You ruined my manicure!"

Le gasp! Not the manicure! "I'm truly sorry. Maybe next time you'll move out of the way when people are walking," I simpered at her.

"Ugh! Eddie, do something!" she whined. Edward just rolled his eyes and leaned back against the building with his arms crossed over his chest. His broad, muscular, totally lickable chest. What I wouldn't give be able to rip that shirt off and -

Whoa, down girl. Don't attack him.

I took a deep breath and smirked down at her. "It seems you're on your own, chika."

She shrieked again and pulled herself up and stormed off, cursing me under her breath. I couldn't control the giggles that slipped through my lips. I glanced at Edward and he was just shaking his head and laughing under his breath.

He glanced around before reaching down to grab my hand and pulling me to the other side of the building, hiding us from view. And then his lips were on mine. I gasped in surprise and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He snaked his arms around me, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up his body, trying to get myself as close to him as possible.

I ran my fingers slowly through his hair, pulling at the strands. He groaned into my mouth and pulled me closer. His hand slipped down my back and landed on my ass. My eyes flew open in surprise. This is new. He gave it a soft squeeze and it was my turn to groan. I like new.

While I loved it when Edward was his usual gentlemanly self, I loved his other, not so gentlemanly side just as much. He made my body light on fire and my bones turn to mush. He would give me a look full of smoldering eyes and naughty smirks, and I was done for.

He was the first to pull away, breathing heavily. I wasn't any better. He kept his lips on me though. He kissed his way down my jaw and my neck, coming back up to kiss the spot right behind my ear. My knees nearly buckled. God, he is going to be the death of me.

Edward's breathing finally slowed back to normal. "You, my crazy beautiful girl, are going to be the death of me," he whispered huskily against my ear.

And that was it. He broke me. I was a quivering mess right now. And it was all his fault.

"Not if you don't kill me first," I breathed. I clung to him, trying to hold myself up. He chuckled softly and held me up, kissing my cheek softly.

The bell rang, breaking up our moment. He sighed and rested his head against my shoulder before standing up again.

He gave me one more heart-stopping kiss before slipping away and meshing into the sea of students.

Monday, Day 8

As the week progressed, both Edward and I were both quickly becoming crazy from wanting each other.

Some would say it was the fact that we had to stay away from each other that was causing us to basically pine for each other.

But I had to disagree. It was all Edward. If he wasn't so damn irresistible, then I wouldn't have to climb the walls every fucking day to keep myself from finally falling off my rocker.

We eventually got to the point where we would just sneak out of class to see each other. This did not always turn out well.

Like the time that we attempted to sneak out of Lit. The sneaking out wasn't the problem. It was getting back to class that nearly bit us in the ass.

"Mrs. Young, I apologize for disturbing you, but it seems that I've forgotten my book in my room. I was wondering if maybe I could run and get it," Edward asked just before class started.

"Sure thing, Edward. Be quick about it though," Mrs. Young said.

"I will. Thank you, ma'am," he said before turning to head out the door. He flicked his eyes over to me and I knew what he wanted me to do.

"Mrs. Young, may I use the restroom?" I asked politely.

"Sure, Bella. Hurry back though," she said before turning back to the board.

"Thank you," I said. I hopped out of my seat and headed towards the bathroom. I was about to turn down the hall when a door opened and I was pulled inside. I squeaked in surprise. A hand came up and covered my mouth. I whipped around to find Edward holding onto me.

I groaned. "Seriously, Edward? You need to work on the whole stealth thing."

He chuckled. "I'll get right on that." He cocked an eyebrow and a smirk spread over his lips. "Or... I could make-out with this incredibly gorgeous girl that I just happened to snag."

I grinned up at him in spite of myself. He was too cute for words.

I looked around the small room that we were standing in and I just shook my head. "Really, pretty boy? A janitor's closet? Can we be anymore cliche?" I asked, laughing softly.

He just chuckled and shrugged. "Hush, woman. Take what you can get."

I rolled my eyes at him and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. "Then give it to me," I breathed against his lips.

"With pleasure," he breathed back before closing the distance between our lips and kissing me softly. His lips moved against mine, their pace and pressure steadily increasing. His hands wandered all over my body. Up and down my back. Tangled in my hair. Sliding back down towards my ass.

Man, he really liked my ass. I can't really say anything though. I'm rather fond of his as well.

My hands moved up and down his chest, fingers sliding over his toned muscles. They moved around to his back. I could feel each rock hard muscle contract and flex underneath my hands. I finally snaked my hands down his body to his ass and gave it a squeeze. He groaned into my mouth and gave me a squeeze in return, making me moan like a whore into his mouth.

The way he touched me set me on fire. It was like whenever he was near, my entire body went up in flames. I needed to get that under control, but for the life of me I didn't want to. I hadn't ever felt this alive.

And it was all because of Edward.

Eventually, we had to breathe, so we pulled away from each other, gasping for air. I attempted to catch my breath while Edward trailed kisses down my jaw back towards the spot just below my ear. When he got there, I could feel my body going weak. I don't know what it is about that spot, but every time he even got close to there, I just couldn't control my body.

Once I caught my breath enough to stop my chest from heaving up and down, I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine. I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled gently. He groaned a little against my lips.

Yeah, I had my weak spots. Edward had his. His was his hair. He loved it, I mean loved it when I ran my fingers through his hair. It basically made him go boneless. It was nice to know I had some control over him. He had too much power over me anyway.

We were just about to start up again when the doorknob started rattling. Edward and I froze.

Thank God Edward is a smart boy and locked the door otherwise we would have been busted right then and there.

The knob rattled for a little while longer before it stopped. I heard someone grumble on the other side of the door before a pair of footsteps could be heard walking away.

We waited a minute before we let out the breathes that we had been holding.

"I think that's a sign," I whispered.

Edward nodded. "Yeah, probably." He gave me one more kiss before letting me go. "You go first. You should have been back by now."

I nodded and slowly opened the door and poked my head out the door to make sure no one was in the hall. I gave Edward a nod and slowly slipped out the door and started walking back to class. I made sure that my hair wasn't a total disaster before I slipped back into the classroom.

I sat back down in my seat and held my breath until Edward walked back into the classroom a few minutes later.

He gave Mrs. Young a nod and held up his book. Where the hell did that come from? He headed back to his seat and slipped into it, his eyes not once looking over at me.

Just as Mrs. Young started up her lecture, I heard Edward's friend Seth lean over towards him.

"Dude, what happened to your head?"

Friday, Day 12

We were at lunch and Edward and I had started up our now usual cycle of looking at/looking away from each other, when the intercom came on.

"Good afternoon, students and faculty," chirped the overly enthusiastic voice of Mr. Sharp, our music teacher. "I just wanted to let you know that the music department's annual recital will be in two weeks. So come out and watch your fellow students rock out. It'll be loads of fun! See you there!"

"Hey, Eddie, you ready for your big debut?" Emmett teased loudly from across the cafeteria.

I swear every girl in the room gasped and promptly dropped what they were doing and turned to stare dreamily (more like lustfully) at my boyfriend. Who was now turning a lovely shade of red and sinking into his chair, looking like he'd like for the floor to swallow him whole.

And you wanna know what they're all thinking about? They're all imagining my boyfriend up on stage, looking like the rockstar that he is. In their minds, he's probably singing to them. Or he's doing something really really naughty, like fucking them on stage or trashing his dressing room... and then fucking them.

And it really, really pissed me the fuck off. Because one, my Edward would never fuck someone on stage. He's too much of a gentleman to do that and I like him that way. Two, he would never trash a dressing room. He would find that rude. And three, if he was singing to anyone, it would be me. He told me so himself and done so many times before.

And I was going to make sure that all of these skanks knew that Edward was off limits. He was mine. Just like I was his.

They were going to learn the easy way or the hard way. It didn't really matter to me as long as they kept their disease-ridden, ho-skank asses away from him.

I pulled my phone out and started typing furiously.

Meet me behind the music building after school.

I sent the text to Edward and then got up and left the cafeteria, knowing that if I stayed any longer, I was going to cut a bitch.

I glared my way through the rest of the school day, shooting my most deadly glare at anything in a skirt that even looked in Edward's direction.

And yes, I realize I'm acting like a psycho, jealous girlfriend, but I didn't care. In fact, I was a psycho, jealous girlfriend because I was tired of these hoes rubbing up on my boyfriend like cats in heat.

Edward kept glancing at me, a concerned look on his face, but he didn't say anything. He gave me a nod to let me know that he had gotten my text.

Finally the bell rang and I nearly ran out of the room. I quickly snuck around to the back of the building. I tapped my foot impatiently until I heard a pair of footsteps coming my way.


The past two weeks have been nothing short of pure, unadulterated torture and Bella was not helping. At all. She was too fucking tempting for her own goddamn good.

Every time I see her or, hell, even think of her, my mind goes into a freaking tizzy. All I can do is think about her and the guys were starting to notice. And it doesn't helped that I looked like I had just gotten jumped by some groupies every time I left her either.

Not that Bella was a groupie. God no. She'd have my balls in a jar if she heard me call her that.

But I digress.

Anyway, for the past two weeks, my clothing has been crumpled and my hair has been an even bigger disaster that usual. Bella had taken a liking to running her fingers through it, making it stick up at even odder angles. But I wasn't going to complain. I loved that shit and I wasn't going to stop her.

And after every little rendezvous with Bella, my hair was a complete disaster. I tried in vain to comb it back into some sort of order, but it was useless.

And, as I said before, the guys never failed to notice.

"Dude, what happened to your head?"

"Did you stick your head in a blender?"

"Have the gulls finally decided to take up residency on your head?"

For two weeks, I've heard those comments. And they were each answered with the bird and a whack to the back of the head.

No time to complain about that now. I had been summoned by before mentioned sort of girlfriend.

I walked normally out of the music building and then snuck to the back. And waiting for me was a very pissed off looking Bella. She was even tapping her foot, something that I knew meant nothing good.

"Hey, baby," I greeted her cautiously.

She huffed and pushed herself off the wall. Her eyes locked onto me before she started talking. "Okay, I'm just going to go ahead and say it."

"Okay..." I trailed off hesitantly.

"I kinda, sorta want to kick all of them in the face," she said.

"And who is "them" exactly?" I asked. She was starting to worry me a little.

"All of those sluts that keep trying to get into your pants," she said outright.

Oh, that's what she's getting at. "Ah, them. Yes, well it's not like I'm encouraging it," I said defensively.

"Actually, you are, but you just don't know it," she said. And... what the fuck?

"And how exactly am I doing that?" I asked, confused.

"Well, you've got the whole jock thing going for you, so that's where the cheerleaders and the sports groupies come from. And then there's the student council thing, so that's where the power hungry bitches come from. And then you have the smart kid thing, which means that you'll probably end up with an awesome job with some sort of crazy insane salary, which brings in the gold diggers. And now, they just found out about the music thing and every girl has some sort of rockstar fantasy and you just landed in the middle of a shit ton of them. And let's not forget that you look like a fucking male model in absolutely everything you wear. Your hair looks like you just had the best sex of your young life every time you walk out the fucking door, which is a total turn on, by the way. And your smile can literally disintegrate panties on the spot. And the best part is that you don't even know you're doing any of it, which I find very cute and endearing, but that's beside the point. The point is that there are a lot of girls that want you and still think that they have a shot with you because they don't know that we're dating," she rambled all in one breath, complete with wild hand gestures and high pitched squeaks.

I blinked at her. It was really all I could do at the moment. I was in shock. When did my almost girlfriend start channeling my hyperactive pixie of a cousin?

"Okay..." was the only thing that came to mind. "So you want to tell everyone we're dating?"

"Yes," was all she said.

"Okay," I said, shaking my head as I tried to clear it. "That's fine."

"Really?" she asked. "Are you sure?"

I nodded and walked over to her. "Yeah, it's time. I can't stay away from you anymore." I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled my face into her neck. "You drive me fucking crazy."

She scoffed. "And what do you think you've been doing to me? I nearly committed multiple homicides this week. You are too sexy for your own good."

I snorted. "Whatever." And then I smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her. "You think I'm sexy?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Like your ego needs to get any bigger, but yeah, I think your sexy and fuckhot and all that other shit."

"Sexy and fuckhot? Wow, you know how to make a guy feel good about himself. I'll take those," I said, teasing her. "And just so you know-" I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I think you're the sexiest, most beautiful girl in the entire world. You make me feel so good, baby." I pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

She shivered a little against me. I couldn't hold back the smirk. She liked it when I whispered into her ear. And I liked whispering to her. She basically went boneless and I had to hold her up, something that I didn't mind doing at all. She was so tiny and sweet, I just wanted to take her back to my room and never let her go.

And the ear thing? Worked every time. Why do you think she hasn't punched me yet?

She took an unsteady breath and held onto my shoulders. "You, Mr. Masen, are going to be the death of me. Now, are you really okay with this?"

I nodded. "Yes, Bella. I want everyone to know that we're together. I want them all to be jealous that I've got the most amazing girl here."

She snorted. "I don't know about that, but the jealousy thing I like. I already know the girls are going to freak. They all think that I hate you and that I don't deserve to be around you or something." She rolled her eyes.

"Now that is insanity. I'm the one that doesn't deserve you," I said, brushing away a loose lock of hair away from her beautiful face.

She sighed and just shook her head. "We could discuss this all day and never agree."

"Then we'll agree to disagree then," I said.

She shrugged. "Good enough for me." Then her corner of her lips quirked into a smirk. "Now, kiss me."

"Anything for you, pretty girl," I said before bringing my lips down on hers.


Saturday, Day 13

Today was the day. The day that everyone would know that Bella was mine. But first I had to get through the game. I wasn't worried. I was so hyped up because of Bella's and my upcoming reveal, that I didn't have anymore energy to worry.

I wasn't hiding my anxiousness very well. I was tapping my feet and drumming my hands against my legs.

The guys looked at me like I was crazy. "Dude, what's up with you? Do you need to take a potty break?" Seth gibed.

I stilled my hands and feet and shot him a look. "No, but thanks for asking, douchebag," I retorted.

He snorted. "Seriously, what's going on with you? You've been acting weird lately."

I just shook my head. "Nothing's wrong with me. I'm fine. I just want to start the game," I lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. I did want to start the game and then I wanted it to end quickly so I could get back to my girl.

Coach came in the room and gave his speech before sending us onto the field. I looked into the stands for Bella. There were so many people there that it was difficult to pick out anyone, but then I saw the bright blue streaks that only my girl had.

She was standing at the front of the stands and leaning against the railing behind her. Alice and Rose were sitting down in front of her. I knew she was telling them a story because her hands were flying around as she spoke, something that she was known for.

She was wearing the same shirt as before, the one with my name and number across the back. Her shorts were... well, short and showed off her ass. I bit my lip to keep in the moan that wanted to slip out. She was too sexy for her own good. And she had a really fucking sexy ass.

She was - apparently - very devoted to her story because I could tell that she was completely oblivious to the people around her. Some girls were shooting glares at her. Others staring at her crazy movements. Guys were staring at her chest and her ass and for the first time in my life, I felt jealous. It ran through me like fire, burning me from the inside out. I wanted to run over there and claim her as mine.

But that would have to wait. I had to kick some ass first. Not the asses I wanted to kick at the moment, but they would do for the time being.

Bella turned around then and her eyes met mine. She smiled softly and winked at me before clearing her face and flicking me off.

I snorted to myself and shook my head at her. She smirked and blew me a kiss. I rolled my eyes at her and tried to control the smile that was attempting to spread across my face. She was really playing up our "rivalry" right now because of all the people that were hanging around.

I think she just liked to flick people off.

But I digress.

Coach called us into the huddle then, so I gave Bella a wink before heading towards the huddle. "Alright, guys, you know what you're doing. Get in there and do it," Coach said.

We broke the huddle and took our positions on the field. The ref came to the middle of the field and stood between the other team's captain and me. He blew his whistle and then the game began.

The first fifteen minutes of the game went pretty well. They hadn't scored on us and we were up a goal.

The other team had called a time out, so we were standing in our huddle. Coach finished his speech quickly and sent us back to the field.

Jazz and I walked by the other team's huddle and I noticed that two of the team members weren't paying attention to their coach. Both of their eyes were focused on the stands.

"Hey, check out the freaky chick in the number six shirt," I overheard one of the other team's players say to his teammate. "She's freaking hot, man. Look at the ass on that girl."

I felt my hands curl into tight fists at my sides.

Okay. He has to die.

No one looked at Bella's ass but me. That was my ass.

Hey, I'm allowed to be possessive. I know for sure that Bella is. She's the one that nearly committed murder, not me.

Anyway... back to the douche that I needed to kill... fine, seriously maim, then. Happy?

Jazz noticed my sudden changed in demeanor and shot me a look. "You okay, man?" he asked hesitantly.

I shot the douche a glare and attempted to calm myself for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine," I ground out before heading back onto the field.

The ref blew the whistle and everyone took their positions on the field. The ref blew the whistle again and one of the guys through the ball in.

Seth picked it up and started running down the field. He passed it off, but one of the other team's players got to it first. The douche that I was going to kill... maim. Whatever.

I ran up beside him and I may or may not have pretended to stumble and ram right into him, making him lose his balance and crash into the ground.

"Oh, that's my bad, man," I said, not a hint of apology in my voice. "Lost my balance."

He glared up at me. He looked like he was thinking about calling the ref over, but I sent him my own glare. Yeah, that shut him up really quick. He got up off the ground and turned to run after the ball. Too bad we had already scored.

"Better luck next time, buddy," I called before running back to the huddle.

After that the game ran pretty smoothly. Meaning I didn't heard any other comments about my girl and I didn't feel the urge to tackle anyone else.

We ended up winning two to zero. Coach congratulated us and told us to hit the showers.

I ran back to the locker room and showered and dressed quickly, wanting to get to Bella as soon as possible. I threw on my shirt and pants and grabbed my bag and sped out of the locker room.

"Dude, what's the rush?" Seth called after me.

I ignored him and pushed my way through the door and looked around for my girl. I finally spotted her, standing with her back to me as she talked with Alice and Rose.

I walked quickly over to her, dropped my bag and pulled her legs out from under her, cradling her in my arms bridle style. Her squeak of surprise was cut off by my lips as I crashed them into hers.

It took her a moment to catch up, but when she did... oh, she caught up fast. She smiled against my lips and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer and humming with pleasure. She ran her fingers through my hair, making it stand on end. Again. But you wouldn't be hearing me complain.

She hummed in pleasure against my lips just before pulling away. "That was our big reveal?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

I shrugged. "I figured simple was better. Less talking, more action."

She threw her head back and laughed. "How very straight forward of you. I like it." She smirked salaciously. "Now, how about you give me a little more of that action you were talking about?"

I gave her my own smirk. "My pleasure," I said before capturing her lips with mine again.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed that. I'm in the process of writing the next chapter as we speak. I'll try not to take three months to update this time. Thanks to all of you who decided to stick around. It means a lot.

Until next time,

Cat :)