Project Team Beta 2013 Writing Challenge

"Take Your Shot"

Challenge Number/Title: PTB #25: Word Order This is a spin off of Challenge #3 – Word Play. For this challenge you must use all of the following words in the same order in your entry: Limousine, Internationalize, Kazoo, Allatrate

Date Posted: 9 July 2013

Fandom: Twilight

Rating: M/NC17

Genre: AH

Content Descriptors: Comedy/Romance

Character Pairing: Edward/Bella

Disclaimer: SM owns all rights and characters. I'm just toying with their universe. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: These challenges have made it hard to finish out the state tournament. Hopefully things will pick up again. Thank you for sticking with me! Special thanks to my lovely betas shouvley and EdwardsFirstKiss for making this more presentable, and in a record same-day turnaround!


Take Your Shot – Ch. 18 Fancy Dinners and Cheap Shots

BPOV

Edward ran off of the mat after his match, scooped up his gear, and headed into the tunnel. A few minutes later, he was pulling me out of my chair into a warm, sweaty hug.

"BB! I'm so glad that you're here! How was your drive?" he asked.

I replied, "It was good. Sorry we took so long. Alice insisted on taking me shopping..."

"I figured she might. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're here. There's so much going on at once that having my girlfriend in the stands helps to anchor me. I mean..." Edward trailed off, realizing he had just labeled me as his girlfriend for the first time.

"There's no way I wouldn't be here to support my boyfriend," I said with a playful smile. Edward looked embarrassed, so I tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to me to kiss him properly. I pulled away, remembering that I had yet to learn how Edward knew where to look for me.

"Hey, how did you know where to find me in the stands?"

Edward gave me a cheesy grin and explained, "Oh, that. My family has sat in the exact same spot in the stands since Emmett first made it to the tournament a few years ago. I suspect that my father pulled some strings—meaning he probably paid someone a lot of money—to reserve the same seats each year that we have returned. From my spot down on the floor, you are right under the American flag."

"Oh...that's really nice. Extravagant, but nice," I replied before kissing him again.

"Eww, get a room, you two!" Emmett's voice boomed over the noise in the Tacoma Dome. He had just finished his last match of the night, which he had won. "So girls," he continued, "we have about three hours until curfew. What do you want to do in the 'City of Destiny?'"

Edward interjected, "Can we eat somewhere? I'm starving!"

Emmett laughed and said that Edward was so hungry because he was working too hard to win his matches. I wasn't that hungry, but I loved trying food in new places. The other girls didn't mind either way, so we called Dr. and Mrs. Cullen to see if they had made it into Tacoma. They had just finished checking into our hotel and asked us to meet them there so they would have a little time to freshen up after their trip.

Mrs. Cullen suggested that we all spiffy ourselves up, and especially that the boys shower after their many matches. Edward and Emmett had to use their parents' room to get ready since they were staying at a different hotel. Luckily, their mom brought them a change of decent clothes. Us girls took advantage of the time we had to primp and gossip, and I put on another new outfit that Alice had helped me pick out "just in case." Sometimes, I swore the girl had precognitive powers. This was a simple gray sweater dress but when paired with some funky leggings and ankle boots, I felt like a rock star. Everyone met in the lobby of our hotel, and we were surprised when a limousine pulled up to the door. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen exchanged a knowing glance and told us that we were celebrating Edward's and Emmett's wins tonight in style. I gawked stupidly until Rose elbowed me and said to get into the car.

We found ourselves at the Pacific Grill, which was an awfully nice place for a bunch of high schoolers. Dr. Cullen insisted it was one of the best restaurants in town, and that he wanted to treat all of us to celebrate Emmett and Edward's accomplishments. I did a little research and found that it had a pretty high Zagat rating, so I was pretty excited about trying it out.

Since I wasn't starving—but I had nearly reached the two-hour limit on feeling full from my Chinese food—I ordered both the crab cake appetizer and cheese plate from the dessert menu. Apparently, that really impressed Mrs. Cullen, who was also a foodie. She commented that I had a "very mature palate with exquisite taste."

Her compliment made me blush, and Edward grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. He leaned over to me and whispered, "It's because you are exquisite yourself." I had to withdraw my hand from his and cross my legs tightly in order to keep myself from mauling him at the table. I couldn't keep myself from biting my lower lip with my teeth—it was such a stupid nervous habit.

The boys' curfew came entirely too quickly and we found ourselves saying goodbye. Rosalie and I were understandably more disappointed than everyone else at having spent so little time with our boyfriends. Boyfriend. I snorted to myself at the thought of it. When I first met him, I would have never imagined that I would be Edward's girlfriend. I got into the fluffy hotel bed next to Angela and passed out immediately. It was a blissful, dreamless sleep.

The next day, we got up early to have breakfast before heading back to the dome for the first set of matches. We found our same spot in the stands, which was indeed aligned with the American flag. I looked around a bit more as we waited for the warm-up session to end and noticed several other flags draped over the railings and some of the spectators had small flags and pennants as well. I asked Alice what that was about, and she told me that it was the state's way of trying to internationalize the tournament—they encouraged families to display their nationalities and heritage. I wasn't quite sure that was the proper use of the term, but Alice had a tendency to make up her own words, so I didn't argue. She said it was a way to spread "global awareness," whatever that meant.

Edward and Emmett both did very well during their morning matches, and were still undefeated in the tournament. At one point, I thought I saw Emmett pull a kazoo out of his gym bag and start playing a tune. I couldn't hear it above the din, but it appeared to annoy the hell out of the guy he had just beaten. Rosalie snickered and leaned over to tell me that he was probably playing the Imperial March from Star Wars. When he started pretending his kazoo was the hilt of a sword (or light saber) it was obvious that she was correct. After Emmett's match, Alice and I went in search of some concessions and stopped to take a look at the brackets.

"Oh no," Alice said quietly.

"What is it, Alice?" I asked.

"It's Edward. He faces James in the next match. I have a bad feeling about this," Alice added. I did too.

I went to find Edward, and asked him how he felt about wrestling James. He assured me that he felt great and wasn't worried. He also added that my outfit was quite scandalous, and it would help motivate him to win quickly so he could sit with me in the stands and peruse the skin of my thigh at his leisure.

Whew, is it getting hot in here? Good thing I'm wearing a skirt. I guess Rosalie and Alice were right after all.

"Earth to Britella..." Edward teased.

"Britella?"

Edward laughed and said that was what he named my inner monologue. I really needed to work on knowing when her voice leaked out of my mouth.

"Oh, huh? Um...sorry, Edward." I fumbled.

He laughed and said, "It's okay, BB. I'm glad that I get to hear from Britella more than most people. She can be quite enlightening."

I smiled, despite my embarrassment, and wished him good luck in his match against James. I think I was more nervous about it than he was.

Their match started out similarly to the last time they had faced each other. Edward appeared to be wearing James down with his numerous attacks. Once again, James looked out of breath by the end of the first period. He also looked super-pissed. The knots in my stomach were tightening with every few seconds.

Towards the end of the second period, there was a flurry of activity. One minute, Edward was on top, working to flip James onto his back. Then Edward, with a look of utter disbelief on his face, jumped away from James, giving him an escape. James took that to his advantage, taking Edward down and quickly flipping him on his back. James pinned Edward with five seconds left in the second period.

I watched these events unfold as if they were happening in slow motion and I was the only one to witness them. Alice's screams shook me back to reality.

"Bullshit!" she yelled angrily. I thought her parents would chastise her for using such language, but they were just as irate as she was.

I looked around at the rest of our group to try to figure out why everyone was so upset that Edward lost. I mean, I was horribly disappointed, but Edward's family was downright enraged. Rosalie was yelling the most obscenities of them all.

I pulled Angela over to see if she knew what was going on.

"Didn't you see what James did, Bella?" she asked in a surprised tone.

"He pinned Edward?" I answered her with another question, obviously unsure of myself.

Angela shook her head and explained, "No, before that. He... I don't even know how to say it. Um, I think I heard Rosalie yell that he was 'checking oil.'"

I still didn't understand, so she made an "okay" sign with her left hand, a thumbs-up with her right hand, and then put her extended thumb through the "o" of the okay.

"WHAT? Eww, that's beyond disgusting! That's illegal right?" I screeched.

"Unfortunately, not really," Dr. Cullen interjected. "It's a cheap shot, that is to be sure. The move is called a "butt drag," but it isn't supposed to involve any..." Dr. Cullen paused to clear his throat, "...penetration. I can't say for sure what happened, but based on Edward's reaction, I have am fairly certain that James took it too far."

After finally understanding what had happened, I looked back down at the mat where Edward had wrestled just in time to see James' hand raised instead of Edward's. James gave Edward a smug smile and sauntered off the mat.

That smile was quickly removed when Emmett came running out of nowhere and started yelling at James. Emmett was so angry that he was chomping his teeth like he was biting the air in front of James' face.

"Oh great," Rosalie sighed. "Why my man feels the need to allatrate at people in anger, I will never understand. He looks like an idiot, though. I bet most people get scared when he does it. Only a psycho would actually bark at someone."

"That's what he's doing?" I asked in disbelief.

Rosalie answered, "I know my Em, and he's sticking up for his baby brother. Oh crap! Emmett, you idiot!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I think he actually heard her because he shrugged at Rosalie apologetically right after he punched James in the face, sending him flying backwards and landing on his ass. James' nose gushed blood, but Emmett went after him for more. Three officials had to intervene to pull Emmett off of James, and they immediately ejected Emmett from the floor. Edward had a heated exchange with the official, but after it, he hung his head in defeat and headed for the tunnel. His season was over.

How is he going to deal with such an unfair loss?


A/N: How indeed? A butt drag and oil check are both real things. Gross. Anyway, don't hate me yet! This story will be ending in the midst of Edward's senior year wrestling season, so keep hope alive! This is a rather fluffy story, but there has to be a little conflict. Edward won't be brooding too long, I promise. That's what Bella's for, right?