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"God dammit! Get out of my face!" I yelled as I finally regained my composure. I was not about to show him how much he affected me.

"Woah, woah. I'm just trying to help!" he replied with wide eyes and both his hands up.

"It's not needed, I answered, rolling my eyes. I sat up and looked around, only to find Alice and Rosalie gawking at Jasper and Emmett.

"Uh, hello!" I hissed while snapping my fingers around. They still didn't budge. I tried to get to my feet but I almost fell again. Thankfully, Mr. Jerk held my forearms and steadied me.

"I don't think you can really talk to them right now. I'll walk you out."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're going to what?"

"Walk you out. To your car. So I know you're all right," he said slowly as if he was talking to a freaking first grader.

"I heard you the first time, ass. I don't need you to walk me out. I can do so without you, thank you very much." I turned around, trying to act all smooth. Yeah, bad idea. I ended up almost falling down yet again.

"Yeah, you need me. Let's go." I let him lead me out of the gym and tried hard to ignore the butterflies fluttering like they were on drugs in my stomach. We got a few glances from some students, but at least they had the decency to try and hide it.

We left the school and I pointed out my 1953 Chevy truck.

"That's mine right there," I said.

"Which one...?" he trailed off, looking everywhere but my truck.

"Right in front of you, dumbass!" I started walking towards my truck, leaving him behind me. He caught up easily after a few seconds. I forgot he was an athlete for a second.

"Wait, that...that thing?" he asked, horrified.

"Hey! Don't insult her!"

"Bella, that's a death trap!"

"First of all, I've driven this truck for as long as I can remember and the last time I checked, I was still alive. Second, my friends call me Bella. People I don't know call me Isabella."

"What the hell is your problem with me?" he snapped. Woah, there. Actually, he's pretty hot when he's pissed off. Maybe I should push his buttons a lot more.

"Oh, I don't know, Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone. I have NO fucking idea!"

"'Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone'?! Where the hell did that come from?" Our chests were almost touching and he looked down at me, his bright green eyes now dark.

"'Anyone who doesn't go is a loser'," I mocked his deep voice. "Well, guess what, Edward fucking Cullen! If not for Alice basically forcing me to go, I would never watch your pansy ass run around the field going after a stupid ball!" I shouted at his face. We started at each other, our breaths heavy. His angry eyes turned soft and his bright green eyes were back in an instant. How he did that, I would never know.

"Can I drive you to your house, Isabella?" he asked softly.

"What, am I not capable of doing that anymore? Besides, don't you have some pre-game shit to do?" My eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, you're right. Here, give me your phone." He held out his hand, opening his huge hand with his palm facing up. He stared at me intensely as if he was trying to convey a message.

I dumbly pulled out my iPhone from my back pocket and laid it on his hand. He grinned at me crookedly before he worked my phone. He tapped several times before his own phone started ringing. He pulled it out, tapped some more, before handing me back my phone.

"Now you have my number and I have yours. Take care, please. I'll text you in a bit." He winked. He actually fucking winked at me, before turning around and heading back in the school.

I looked down on my phone, curious as to what he actually did, and laughed out loud.

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