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The Girl With The Glasses

Summary:
Bella Swan has had a hard life. At 17, she's had to go through her mother dying and moving to Forks where she's known as the nerd with not even one friend. The only thing that keeps her going every day is her art. It's a form of therapy for Bella. So when Edward Cullen steps into her life and tries to befriend her, she doesn't know what to do. Luckily, the one person she trusts the most is there to guide her in the right direction, and helps her find a true friend. AH. **Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


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4. Football

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Chapter Four

Football

We’ve been keeping our relationship under the radar for two, almost three weeks now. Sure, people were suspicious after they saw Edward leave with me three weeks ago, but Edward told them he promised Charlie to take me home and couldn’t deny the chief. Meanwhile, Edward has taken me on two more dates, which just keep getting better. But I’ve started to wonder when he’s going to officially “announce” that he’s dating me. I admit that the whole secrecy thing is thrilling for awhile, but now it feels like he’s ashamed that he’s dating me.

I even told him that last night when he came over to my house to study.

“Edward?”

“Hmm?” he looks up from his calculus homework. My heart still flips when I look at him, and I feel like the luckiest girl alive for snagging Edward.

“When are you going to start telling people about us?” I ask quietly.

He puts his books down on the floor next to where he’s sitting on the side of my bed. I’m sitting on my bed, looking down at him.

“I don’t know. Don’t you like the thrill?”

I shrugged. “I guess, but lately it just feels like you’re ashamed of me.”

Edward gets up on the bed with me. He puts his hand on my cheek and looks into my eyes. “Never feel that way,” he says fiercely. “I’m not ashamed of you, nor will I ever be.”

I nod. He leans in to kiss me, and my worries go away. I know he’s giving up a lot for me. I can at least give him time to tell people.

So you can feel how shocked I was when Edward rings my doorbell the next morning before school.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” I ask him while motioning for him to come in.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He kisses me lightly. “I’m here to take you to school.”

“Seriously? People will notice,” I say.

“I know,” he smiles.

I walk into the kitchen to make some breakfast. “Are you sure you’re ready? I mean, you’re going to lose everything because of me,” I choke up. I can’t let him do this. He can’t give up his friends and teammates for me.

“You can’t. I won’t let you. Forget about me feeling that you’re ashamed of me, as long as you aren’t then I believe you!” I plead. I’m on the verge of hysterical. Who would give up all they had, for me? The nerdy, geeky loser?

“Bella, Bella.” Edward wrapped me up in his arms. “I can, and I will. If my friends can’t accept that I’m dating you, then they weren’t ever my friends in the first place. You are worth it,” he tells me with so much love in his voice.

I have the best boyfriend ever. I tell him thank you and he kisses my forehead.

“Now, silly girl, what would you like for breakfast?”

I shrug. “I usually just toast poptarts and read a book before school.”

Edward shook his head. “Not today. I can’t believe you’re such an amazing cook, and you make poptarts for breakfast. I’m making you french toast.”

“Do we have time for that?” I ask.

“Yes, now go sit down and read your book. Prepared to be amazed, baby!”

I laugh and kiss the chef, lingering a bit longer than normal. He groans. “God, you’re so beautiful. How I wish I could just stay here and kiss you all day.” He presses his lips to mine once more. “But I have a belly to feed, so please go sit down before I do something stupid,” he pleads.

I giggle and with one more kiss, I’m sitting at the table reading The Notebook.

“I don’t know what you see in that book,” Edward mutters while flipping some french toast.

I gasp. “It’s the best book in the world!”

“It’s such a sad book!” Edward protests.

“You don’t see the beauty in it then!” I say loudly. “It’s a book about innocent love that turned into so much more, so much that they can’t handle it.”

He shrugs and digs two plates out. “Maybe I need to read it again.”

I smile smugly to myself. “Well, if you want, one day I’ll watch the movie with you. It’s just like the book,” I tell him.

He grabs the plates filled with french toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, and comes to the table. “That would be great,” he says while setting a plate down in front of me. He kisses my cheek and says, “Eat up!”

I take a bite and realize it’s actually good! “It’s great! How did you learn to cook?”

“Oh, sweetie pie, I can only cook a couple of things. French toast is one of them. My mother taught me,” he laughs.

“I’d love to cook with your mother one day,” I comment, hinting that meeting his parents is something I want to do in the near, near future.

He shrugs again. “I can arrange that.”

Erg! Nothing!

We finish eating and I quickly grab my backpack before taking Edward’s hand. “Ready?”

“Ready ready,” he grins.

I lock the door. Edward, of course, opens my car door and shuts it once I’m in. “Please don’t go fast,” I remind him when he starts the car. I still haven’t told him about my mom, but I will when the time comes. He’s still got to earn some of my trust back.

“I won’t,” he promises. He never asks, not after he saw my face that one day. I think it scared him quite a bit.

I’m getting more and more nervous every mile we get closer to school. Everybody’s going to know about our relationship in approximately five minutes. Am I ready for this? Yes, I decide. I’m tired of hiding. I want to hold my boyfriend’s hand when we walk to class. I want to be able to talk to him at school instead of completely ignoring him.

When we reach the parking lot, I’m about ready to have a heart attack. I turn to look at Edward. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t, I understand.”

“I’m positive,” he assures me.

When we walk towards the doors hand-in-hand, everybody’s staring. I don’t think there’s one person that’s not staring at us. I’m so nervous that I can’t look at a single thing except for the floor. Edward rubs soothing circles on my hand, calming me slightly.

Once we reach my locker, everyone finally snaps out of their shocked stages and moves. I bury my head in my locker as I find my first period books.

“Hey, are you okay?” Edward’s soft voice asks me. I look up and meet his stunning emerald eyes.

“Why must they stare?” I mumble, seeing an awed gaze out of the corner of my eye.

“Should we give them something to stare about?” he smirks.

Boys.

“Not right now, pretty boy. You have to earn it,” I tell him. I wanted to see if he would actually tell people we were together. Sure, they can see it, but hearing it means so much more.

So Edward pouts. “But how do I earn it?”

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

“But if I don’t know how to earn it, then I’ll never get a kiss!” he whines.

I shrug. “Not my problem!” I pat his cheek lovingly and walk off to my class, ignoring the stares and whispers.

*****************

I’m on my way to art and am getting a little irked at Edward. He really can’t figure out what I want him to do?

“I KISSED BELLA SWAN AND I LIKED IT!”

I turned around and saw Edward yelling in the middle of the hallway. He was looking right at me. All of the students were staring at him.

“AND NOW SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”

Okay, not what I had in mind, but it’ll do.

I must have been grinning from ear to ear. I ran to him and he picked me up in his arms, twirling me around. I kiss him happily.

“Congratulations, you earned it,” I whisper.

He smiles and sets me down, but keeps his arms around me.

“So the school freak’s the best you could do, Eddie?” Jake appears in our line of vision. He’s got a cold glare on his face. I felt Edward go rigid beside me. I knew by now that when Edward gets ticked off, his anger rises to the next level.

“Edward, don’t do this,” I whisper in his ear.

He pulls away from me and steps closer to Jake. “You listen to me, bastard, and you listen good. Bella is not a freak, nerd, loser, or geek. She is a great person with feelings and believe it or not, the things you say hurt her,” he says in a low voice. “And this is for all the things you’ve said and done to her.” And he punches Jake right in the nose. I can hear the cracking of Jake’s nose from where I’m standing.

“Edward!” I scream, but nobody hears me. Jake is swinging punches at him, but missing most of the time. Edward is holding him off, while trying to get another good hit in.

“BOYS!” booms the voice of the principal. “Break it up!”

They back away from each other, but only because the principal’s holding him back. “Now that is enough! Who started this fight?” he yelled.

Everybody pointed to Edward. Thanks, guys.

“Mr. Cullen! I think it’s best if you leave the school for the rest of the day and calm down. If I catch you in another fight again, you will not be playing in Saturday’s game,” the principal orders. Edward nods sullenly. “As for the rest of you, get to lunch!”

The students scrambled as Jake went to the nurse’s office, and the principal left, leaving Edward and I alone.

“Why did you do that?” I asked him quietly.

“I needed to stick up for you, I couldn’t let him talk about you that way anymore,” he says.

“You didn’t need to punch him. You could have just threatened him.”

“I know, and I didn’t mean to upset you. What I did was wrong.” He avoided the Words.

“Thank you,” I mouth.

He kisses my forehead. “I’ll be waiting for you after school in my car.” I nod and peck his lips before we separated in different directions.

*****************

I grabbed what I needed for tonight and practically ran to the parking space where Edward parks every day. I hope he’s okay. I mean, yeah, he threw the first punch, and Jake doesn’t have very good aim, but what if Edward got hit. Oh God, I didn’t even check to see if he was okay after the fight! The thought makes me run harder.

Of course I stumble and fall, but a pair of strong arms catches me. I brush my hair out of my face and adjust my glasses.

“Why hello,” Edward chuckles.

“Shut up,” I mutter. He laughs again as I notice something bouncing in the back seat of his Volvo. I shake my head and ignore it, thinking the stumble made my brain a little whack.

“Are you okay?” I ask him frantically. “Did Jake hurt you?” I turn his head to look for any scratches or cuts.

“I’m fine,” he says, moving my hands from his face. “He didn’t lay a finger on me.”

I try to focus on his words but the bouncing is breaking my concentration. Finally I have to say something. “Edward? Did you buy a puppy?”

This sends him into a round of laughter. “No, Bella, I didn’t buy a puppy! I picked up my darling sister from the airport.”

This is it. I’m finally meeting a member of his family. No sweat, Bells. Just stay calm, be yourself.

Who am I kidding? I’ve never met a boyfriend’s family before! I’ve never even had a boyfriend before!

Edward’s sure given me enough to have a heart attack today. First the walking into school, then the declaration of being his girlfriend, then the fight with Jake, and now he brings his sister to meet me! I swear, I used to have eventful days filled with teasing and hurtful words, but this is definitely worth taking over earlier days.

“You’ll be fine, Alice hasn’t met a person she didn’t like, and she’ll love you,” Edward whispers in my ear before kissing it, making me shiver.

“I’m trusting you,” I tell him. His face shows great pride in knowing that I’m starting to trust him.

“I won’t let you down,” he promises.

I nod and hesitantly step into the Volvo. I was attacked shortly after.

“Ah! You must be Bella! I’m so glad to meet you!” a very quirky voice screeches in my ear. I can’t help but automatically love her energy. Her voice just drew you in. Edward forgot to mention that every person that meets Alice loves her too.

She throws her arms around me as best as she can with the seat being in her way. I laugh as Edward gets into the car.

“Alice, let her breathe,” he warns. She reluctantly lets me go.

“Sorry, but she’s the first girl you’ve ever let me meet!” Alice says.

Wait, what?

I turn to Edward. “I’m the first girl you’re family has ever met?” I ask, then quickly rephrase. “I mean, your sister?”

“Alice,” Edward groans. “Yes, you are the first girlfriend Alice has met,” he tells me.

“You’re special,” Alice sings.

I blush deeply and sink lower in my seat. I admit I feel very special that of all Edward’s girlfriends, I’m the only one that’s met his family. That has to mean something, right?

Edward turns on some classical music, and then takes my hand. I know he’s trying to calm me down, for which I am grateful for. We’re driving to a part of Forks I’ve never really been to before, which is hard in such a small town.

Then he starts driving down a long, narrow road with trees surrounding it. “Where in the world do you live?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” he smiles.

Boy, did I see. Edward pulled up to a huge white mansion that did not belong in Forks.

“Holy,” I breathe.

“Yeah, it’s fascinating,” Edward says, rolling his eyes. Well gee, he’s seen my place! This beats that for sure. “Bye, Alice!” he yells.

“Hey!” she pouts. “I want to stay with Bella!”

“You can see Bella later. I want time with my girlfriend,” Edward whines.

I’ve never been fought over by two people before. It feels kind of nice, actually.

“Fine,” Alice grumbles. “I’ll see you later, Bella!”

I say goodbye and we’re out of there and on to my house. Again.

*****************

“Bella?”

I look up at Edward. “Yeah?”

He looks a little nervous. “Um, I was just wondering if you would wear my jersey to the football game on Saturday.”

My eyebrows were knitted in confusion. “Don’t you have to wear your jersey?”

And Edward laughs at me! “Sweetie, each player has two jerseys. We wear one to play in, and we give the other one to a person of our choice for them to wear to our game. And I choose you, my beautiful girlfriend,” he smiles.

“What’s football?” I ask him. I make sure to mask my face in complete seriousness.

It works. His jaw drops and he looks at me like I’m crazy. I begin laughing.

“I’m joking! I know what football is, but I don’t know anything about it,” I tell him.

“Didn’t your dad make you watch football with him? At all?” Edward looks honestly appalled. It’s so cute.

I shake my head. “Nope, we’re a baseball-watching kind of family.”

*****************

“Come here, sweetie, the Mariners are on!” my dad yelled to me from the living room. My ten year old self ran and jumped on the couch with my dad. We’re both wearing Mariner jerseys and we have big foam fingers and I painted my face. My dad even put out snacks that we would buy at a baseball game: peanuts, cracker jacks, hotdogs...

“Yay!” I yelled.

I only watched baseball with my daddy. He makes it less boring. I loved watching it with him, it’s one way he bonds with me. And I’ll take anything.

“I love you, dad,” I say, curled into his side.

“I love you too, Bells.”

*****************

“That is so sad.”

I snap out of my daze and look at my boyfriend again. I smirk.

“No, it’s called bonding,” I respond. “It’s perfectly normal.”

Edward shakes his head. “Well, I’m making you watch football with me. You will love it, I promise. With that said, will you please come and watch me play football on Saturday? And wear my jersey?” He pulls out the puppy dog eyes and pouts. Oh good lord, I can’t say no to that, and he knows it! Erg...looks like I’m going to a football game...

“Fine, but your sister is coming with me!” I grumble. He grins and kisses my lips quickly before going into his backpack for something. He pulls out his jersey and hands it to me. Number thirteen.

“You’re number thirteen?” I ask him.

He nods. “To everyone else, it’s a very unlucky number, but it’s always treated me right. I have the best days when the date’s the thirteenth,” he smiles.

I finger the jersey and gaze at it absentmindedly. “I was born on the thirteenth. In September,” I tell him quietly.

His fingertips brush my cheek. “I told you it’s always treated me right.” I look up and see pure adoration in his eyes. I still can’t believe he chose me. Edward leans forward and gives me a very sweet kiss. It’s soft and absolutely perfect. When we pull away, he rests his forehead against mine. I look into his eyes, and in that moment, I know he’s not going to hurt me.

*****************

It’s now Saturday and Alice told me she was going to be here at nine a.m. I complained-of course-and even went to Edward for help. Even he couldn’t do a thing about it.

Alice and I have been hanging out this past week. She’s a really awesome person, and she doesn’t judge me either. I’ve started to wonder if all the Cullens are this great of people. They sure raised two good kids, that’s for sure!

Alice loves shopping, and I mean LOVES. I’ve been dragged shopping three times this week, two of which Edward has had to come save me. He thought it was just hilarious.

And now she’s ringing the doorbell. I head downstairs and see that my dad has already answered the door. He’s talking to Alice and I can tell he loves her already.

“Bella! Alice here sure is great!” Charlie says once he spots me.

I laugh. “She is, isn’t she?"

“Well, Charlie, I would love to talk, but I need to get Bella here ready for a football game,” Alice tells my dad, and links her arm in mine.

“Not a problem, Alice, we can talk later,” my dad chuckles. She hugs him and then hauls me to my room.

I’m forced to take a quick shower while she picks out my clothes. I’m not really sure what she needs to pick out, I’m wearing jeans and Edward’s jersey.

Apparently, that’s not what Alice had in mind.

“Alice! I am not wearing...that!” I yell, pointing at the skin tight jeans and t-shirt that will show half my stomach, guaranteed.

“Please! Just underneath your sweatshirt and jersey! And these jeans are hot!” she whines.

“Alice Cullen. I will not be wearing those jeans or that piece of fabric. I will be wearing a normal shirt with a sweatshirt and Edward’s jersey, and normal, comfortable jeans with my black Converse,” I tell her in a very demanding voice.

So I’m stuck wearing the skin tight t-shirt, but I win the jeans and shoes battle! On the downside, she gets to curl my hair and plaster makeup on my face.

“Bella?” she asks as she curls a strand of my hair.

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you have any friends?”

I know she doesn’t mean that in a harsh way; she’s honestly curious.

“Well,” I begin. “I guess because I’m smart and wear glasses?” I say, but it comes out like a question.

Alice scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. You’re a great person, and are really fun to hang out with! Not to mention that being smart is a good thing! At least you’ll get somewhere with your life, while the other idiots are living on the streets in ten years!”

I start to tear up a bit. “You really think I’m fun to be around?” I choke out.

“Bella,” she says softly. “You’re awesome. You have a great personality, and put up with my shopping addiction. Not to mention you frickin’ rock at art!” she smiles, causing me to give a little one in return. “You’re perfect for my brother. I know you’re special, mainly because you

got to meet me. But the way he looks at you...” she shakes her head and grabs another strand of my hair. “He definitely likes you. Maybe even loves.”

Love? How do I feel about love? I do like Edward...a lot. But love? I’ve never really thought about it, but it could happen, with time, of course. It’s only been three weeks.

But is that long enough? Maybe I do love Edward, and I just haven’t realized it yet.

Whoa. This shocking realization hits me like a pack of bricks. I’m falling in love with Edward Cullen.

“Bella? Bella!” Alice shouts, waving a hand in front of my face. I jump a little. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” she smirks, like she already knows.

“Shut up,” I mutter.

“Edward and Bella sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” she starts to sing. I smack her, which only causes her to laugh.

“Not funny! What are you, six?” I grumble.

We continue bickering and chatting away while Alice moves on to my makeup. “Bella? Why don’t you get contacts?” she asks me.

I shrug. “I don’t feel the need for them. I like my glasses,” I say defensively.

“I bet Edward would love you without glasses,” she comments.

It kind of ticks me off when she says that. “But that’s just it! I don’t want Edward to like me because of my looks! I hate that some people think that’s all that matters. What are looks if you absolutely despise the person?”

Alice puts her hands up in a defensive position. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that it would be a change, and you wouldn’t have to take your glasses off every time you want to make out with him.”

I stick my tongue out at her teasing. “I’ll have you know that we’re just fine when we make out, thank you very much.”

She wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Yuck!”

I laugh. “You brought it up!”

Alice finished “dressing” me. “You look gorgeous, girly!” she says, making me twirl around so she can look at me.

“Sure,” I snort. She ignores me, and we go to say goodbye to Charlie.

“Wow, Bells. You’re wearing your first football jersey. Your boyfriend’s, to be exact,” is the first thing he says.

I roll my eyes. “Who would have thought?” I murmur.

“You’re a great woman, sweetie,” he reassures me what Alice told me a half an hour ago.

“Thanks, dad. Now, we have to leave so we aren’t late! I left you food in the fridge,” I tell him while hugging him.

“I’ll be fine, Bells! Have fun today,” he tells me.

“I’ll try,” I tell him back.

He says goodbye to Alice and then we are off to the football field.

*****************

Edward Cullen

Where is my sister with my beautiful girlfriend? I can’t concentrate on practices when I think about her. Not that I needed to practice, the plays are burned in my brain.

“Cullen!” I turn around and sigh. I have to run, but usually the coach lets up on me because I run the ball and get the touchdowns. You know, the thing you’re supposed to do in football. Yeah, most of the guys think that tackling is the whole point, therefore we don’t have very many guys that go for touchdowns.

I’m finishing my run when I spot Bella walking to the bleachers.

Holy hell. She looks amazing. Alice, I’m sure, curled her dark brown hair and put some makeup on her. Not that she needed makeup, but it was a nice change.

And her in my jersey. Oh man. I’m heating up.

I catch her eye and smile. I motion for her to come over to the sidelines. She hands Alice the blanket she was carrying and comes over to me.

“Hey,” she says shyly. Silly girl.

I wrap my arms around her and kiss her. “You look...beyond sexy in my clothes,” I tell her, causing her to blush. I kiss her again, a little more deeply than before. I actually hear her moan a little, which made me pull away and look at her.

“Did you just moan?” I ask her quietly.

She blushes a deep, deep shade of red.

“That’s so sexy,” I groan quietly, and pull her in for another kiss. Being with Bella makes me feel complete. She is so honest and trustworthy, and she respects anything I do. I really love that she tells me when I do something she doesn’t like. She keeps me on my toes with her actions; they never cease to amaze me. And every time someone teases her, or pushes her around, I just want to beat them to a pulp, because Bella’s an extraordinary girl and they don’t even know it.

I love her.

“Cullen! Stop making out and let’s play some football!”

It was my turn to blush a little. My coach is a hard-ass who loves to humiliate us. He’s alright once you get to know him, but football always comes first.

“Go,” Bella murmurs against my lips, but she seals her fingers in my hair, holding me to her.

“I don’t want to,” I whine.

“Go play football, we’ll go out tonight and celebrate your win, okay?” she says, letting go of me slowly.

“Promise?” Our hands are only touching now. It’s killing me.

“I promise,” she smiles. I pull her back and kiss her forehead. “Good luck,” she tells me before turning away to find Alice.

*****************

Bella Swan

He is so hot in his uniform. I didn’t want to let him go, but I knew he had to go be all jock.

I walked up to where Alice was sitting, but stopped when I hear Natalia talking to her posse about me.

“I can’t believe Edward chose her. I mean, what does he see in her? She’s not pretty, and she’s such a loser.” God, do you think she could wait until I walk away?

“I know right? You’re so much prettier,” Callie, one of Natalia’s clones, sucks up.

As I walk past them, I mutter, “Bitches.” I hear them gasp and I just smirk. That’ll teach them.

I walk to where Alice is sitting and she’s looking at me with a shocked expression.

“What?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “Wow. Being with my brother sure has boosted your confidence! That was awesome!” She hands me a bag of skittles. I thank her and turn my attention to the game.

I guess Edward was a wide receiver, whatever that was. I knew from Alice that he got the football most of the time, which means he gets tackled a lot. I would be lying if I said my heart didn’t stop every time he went down. Quite frankly this sport was way too nerve-racking for me. It brings back the memories of my mom’s death. I have to tell Edward that I can’t come watch his games any more, and that means I’ll have to tell him about my mom. I know now that he’ll understand, but there’s still a part of me that thinks he will run away because I’m some psycho who can’t get over her mother’s death.

“Alice, I can’t do this. Can you tell Edward I’m sorry, and to call me later?” I ask. She looks concerned as I grab the blanket I was using-football is a freaking cold sport to watch-and nods.

“Sure. Are you okay?”

I nod frantically. “I’m fine. Just, please make sure he calls me, okay?” She assures me she will. I thank her and quickly move away from the bleachers.

Only when I get close to the door do I remember I rode with Alice. I sigh and turn around.

And then there’s absolute silence. I look at the field and see a player isn’t moving, at all. I’m frozen where I stand. I know, just know, that it’s Edward. I feel it in my gut.

Everything happens so fast. There’s an ambulance blaring its sirens that’s parking right near the field. The paramedics rush onto the field with a stretcher and surround the player.

“The player down is number 13, Edward Cullen,” the announcer says through the speakers.

I can’t control it. It’s like my body is reliving that day. I scream.

“Edward!”

My body shuts down and I start sobbing. I fall to the ground.

I don’t know how long I cry before Alice is picking me up off the cement.

“Come on, Bella. We have to get to the hospital.”