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She's mine

Seriously, what is it she sees in that jerk? Money? Nah, I have money, my parents own a store. Couldn’t be that. Good looks? No, can’t be that either. I’m a sexy beast. I mean, who WOULDN’T want to go out with me? Mike loves Bella, we all know that. Just what exactly will he say to make her like him? A heart-wrenching tale of boy love girl, girl love different boy, and boy who originally loved girl gets SHUT DOWN. This one will get you laughing.


2. Chapter 2

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I spent all of 5th period thinking of ways to redeem myself. My recent failures at acting smart have only repelled Bella more, it seems. Frick.

So I came up with a new plan; a genius plan. A plan so good, only I could think it up. Really, I am that awesome.

The plan would take place next period, in gym. This class was Bella’s least favorite because of her klutziness. She couldn’t do anything, run, kick a ball, or even play badminton. I know a lot of guys think her klutziness is annoying, but I think it’s sexy. It makes me feel like I’m stronger and should protect her. I like that feeling.

Anyways, what I would do is show off my athletic expertise. Once Bella sees how sexy I am when I run, she wouldn’t want that stupid Cullen anymore. Okay, well, luck would have it that he’s athletic too…

I thanked the lord that he wasn’t in my gym class. With him not here, Bella would pay attention to me for once. Out of sight, out of mind, Cullen.

I regarded the bell signaling the end of class gleefully. Now to show off my sexy body. I ran to the locker room and threw off my shirt and jeans.

“Whoa, what’s the rush Newton?” Eric said next to me.

I turned to Eric and saw him staring intensely at my legs. Holy crap.

“What’s it to you?” I said while pulling on my shorts quickly, and refraining from questioning his sexual orientation out loud. Stupid chess player can’t get girls. I shuddered.

“Nothing, you just seem excited about something.” He said and turned around.

I was surprised at how relieved I felt.

I then held up two shirts. One was a long t-shirt that covered much of my muscular arms, and the other was a tank top with arm holes that reached down to my belly button. Tank top all the way, it showed off more of my bod. Who cared if it was forty degrees outside and raining lightly?

“Alright, let’s go.” Coach Clapp yelled, signaling the guys to get a move on.

I smirked. Coach Clapp. His last name was an STD. And he’s a health PE teacher. It doesn’t get any better than this.

I shoved my way through the door, knocking some guys over in the process. I stood at the entrance to the gym, searching for Bella.

There she was. She stood kind of by herself, staring off into the distance. Her face betrayed no thoughts in her head, who knew what she was thinking about. I secretly hoped she was thinking about me. I made sure I had some of her attention before I walked smoothly over to my seat. I then flexed my way down to the floor as the coach blew the whistle and told us what we were going to do today. He announced that we would be running today, and everyone groaned, except for me. This would be the perfect chance to show off.

To begin my plan, I led the warm ups before we went outside. I made sure I stretched as far as my muscles would go, and maintained balance the whole time. I did very well, if I may say so myself.

Coach Clapp then blew his whistle and ordered us outside. The blood pounded through my veins, I was so pumped.

Coach held up a watch once we got to the tracks, and blew his whistle again. I squared my shoulders, poked my chest out, and ran as fast as I could. I quickly separated myself from everyone else, and made sure I was running first.

You’re a SEXY BEAST! All of the girls want your hot bod, and maybe even some of the guys. Your hair is blowing sexily in the wind as you run, and your calf muscles are bomb. Run faster, run faster! Everyone’s looking at you. No, I need to pump my arms more, so Bella can see my muscles.

I turned around to see if Bella was looking at me. She was on the other side of the track, chugging away. And she was looking at me.


Bella’s POV

What was with Mike? He was acting really strange during warm ups, hopping up and down every once and awhile, then balancing himself on his toes. He was also acting strange during lunch. He was acting like a jerk, actually. What was with the whole bathroom observation thing? Edward said he was trying to impress me, but I don’t think even Mike could be that stupid.

But that wasn’t the weirdest part.

When we went outside on the track, he started flexing to himself. I nearly busted out laughing as he checked himself out. What a weirdo. Coach Clapp said we had to run our mile in under 7 minutes, which seemed completely impossible to me. I knew I would fall countless times, and scrape up my knees and hands. Edward wouldn’t be happy.

When Coach Clapp blew his whistle, Mike shot out of the line of runners. Once again, I nearly busted out laughing.

He was running with his chest out and his head back, like some crazy animal. He also pushed his butt out and waggled it a lot as he ran. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he then began to pump his arms hugely so that his fingers reached his eyes each time they went up. His feet almost hit his butt as he ran, and he was splattering mud all over the back of his tank top and white shorts.

Oh my goodness, his tank top. It was so faux gangster and pretentious. The arm holes drifted all the way past his armpits to his waist.

He was obviously full of himself.

Suddenly, as if he could feel my scrutiny, he turned and looked at me. He began to run backwards as he ran, and he waggled his fingers at me.

Then he completely wiped out.

It was slow at first; he began to trip over his steps and hold his arms out for balance. But he was running too fast. His fall was long and painful looking on the scratchy gravel. His acceleration he had worked up used itself against Mike and dragged him for a few feet before letting him go harshly on the track. He rolled over and moaned.

Everyone immediately stopped and stared for a moment, then laughed. Really hard. I felt slightly bad for Mike; that was a pretty bad wipe out. I ran up to him and knelt.

“Man, you totally ATE it!!!” Tyler said between fits of laughter.

He only moaned.

“Mike, are you okay?” I asked.

He stirred. “Bella?” He said in a cheesy ‘I’m dying voice’.

Coach Clapp walked up. “Newton. You alright?”

Mike moaned.

“Should I call 911?”

That got him up. He quickly got up on his knees and winced slightly. “I’m fine; I just need to go to the nurse.”

“Good, you can do that; and as soon as you’re done, make sure you go the principal’s office to grab a detention.” Coach Clapp said while laughing at Mike.

His face was priceless. “What? Why??”

“You’re tank top is against school dress code.” Coach said, pleased with himself.

I almost felt bad for Mike. Almost. Maybe if he weren’t so full of himself…

This never would have happened.