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Try Outs

Summary:
New Chapter When the jocks at Forks High School start getting on their nerves, the Cullen boys decide it’s time to give them a taste of their own medicine. ***Some Eclipse References*** Completed for now, but I may add more if inspiration strikes. I've redone CH 1 par all my reviewers who caught Edward's slipup. Sorry 'bout that.


Notes:
OK, this is my first one. The timing is kind of tricky, set in the spring of Twilight, but without the whole Bella kidnapping.


2. Chapter 2

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1355   Review this Chapter

Edward’s POV

I arrived at Bella’s a half an hour before Charlie was due to get home. I would have been earlier, but Emmett, Jasper, and I got a little caught up. As much as it sickens me to admit it, we actually have fun hunting. Anyway, it’s a messy process, and I didn’t want to show up at Bella’s covered in blood, so I had to stop back at our house first.

Instead of knocking when I got there, I let myself in through a window and followed my favorite smell into the kitchen. The garlic and onion in the air somewhat ruined the affect, but it was still delicious. I silently stepped into the kitchen and sat on the table watching Bella as she stirred something on the stove. She was so beautiful, and I didn’t deserve her. I sighed wistfully, making her jump.

“Don’t do that!” she cried, turning around. “My fragile human heart, remember? Are you trying to kill me!”

“Never Bella…I’m sorry,” I whispered. I took her wrist in my hand and felt her frantic pulse. Raising it to my lips, I kissed her heartbeat softly. Her eyes closed and I smiled at her. She smelled so good.

“My… stuff’s burning,” she muttered, breathless.

“Hmm…” I let her go reluctantly, and she turned slowly back to the stove. “What are you making?”

“Uh, beef tips and red potatoes.”

“You think it’ll be that bad?”

“I’m the chief’s daughter. I’ve never gotten a detention before. I don’t know how it’ll go.”

“The jocks are starting to push the limits on vampire tolerance,” I said, gauging her response.

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning around with a wooden spoon in one hand. She sounded surprised.

“Alice got hit in the head with a baseball today.”

“What! Is she okay?”

I gave her a dull look. “Yes, of course she is Bella. I’m more upset about that detention they got you.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” she shrugged. “At least I got all that Biology homework done.”

“Still, they shouldn’t have gotten away with that. Emmett, Jasper, and me, we had an idea…”

I stopped abruptly and climbed off the table, positioning myself in a chair nicely at the end of the table. Bella looked at me and then to the door, then quickly grabbed two plates and forks, setting the table. She lit a candle and had just served up the steaming food when the front door opened.

“Bells?” Charlie called.

“In here dad.”

I grinned.

“What?” Bella whispered.

“Your dad’s wondering if ‘that Cullen boy’ is here,” I whispered back.

Bella went over to the doorway and hugged Charlie before he even got in the door. I was jealous, imagining that warm embrace. I looked down, trying to get a grip. Her father was in the room. I usually had a stronger hold on myself. It was what happened after a feeding. All that blood made a body sensitive, overcharged.

“Hello, Edward,” he said stiffly.

“Hello sir,” I answered, laying on the charm. “How was everything at the station today?”

“Oh, fine, fine. Nothing to report. Wow Bells!” he exclaimed noticing the table. “You outdid yourself tonight.”

“Anything for you dad,” she smiled, and I looked at my hands to hide my own grin.

“Are you joining us, Edward?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, no thanks sir, I ate already.” Bella grinned at my pun. She had noticed the light gold of my eyes, she always did.

“Well, don’t feel obligated to take off,” Charlie said as he dug into his food. “How’s school been?”

“Umm, actually dad,” Bella cut in, “I have something to tell you. See, I kind of had a … detention this afternoon.”

Charlie choked, coughing and spluttering. “What!”

I waited, against my instincts to protect Bella. I had a feeling my input would only maker things worse.

“Well, after my dentist appointment, I was trying to get to class, but there was a baseball meeting in the middle of the building and I couldn’t get around. I ended up about a minute late, and Mr. Banner was ticked about all the other boys missing for the meeting, so he gave me detention.”

“Did the other boys get one as well?” Charlie was perceptive. I could hear his thoughts trying to balance between anger at Bella for the detention or indignation for his daughter.

“No.” Indignation was winning. “They claimed that the meeting was mandatory and that Mr. Banner would have to talk to their coach.”

“Bella that’s not right! Did you talk to Mr. Banner? I’m calling the school.” He jumped up.

“Dad no!” Bella cried. “I already served my detention. Calling will only make it worse.”

“With all due respect sir,” I interrupted, “she’s right. Parental interference isn’t cool these days.”

I refrained from listening to his thoughts just then because I didn’t really want to hear them. They wouldn’t have been good. Charlie huffed a breath and sat back down to finish his food.

“I trust that your grades are still good Bella?”

She seemed shocked by the change of subject. “Yeah, sure I am Dad.”

“Then you’re doing just fine,” he replied, finishing off his plate and moving to put it in the sink. “So Edward, how are you doing in school?”

“Oh fine sir,” I answered. “Actually, my brothers and I are thinking about trying out for the baseball team.”

Bella’s gasp was lost on Charlie. “Really? Excellent. The American pastime. Are you any good?”

“Oh, fairly good sir,” I grinned.

“Well, there happens to be a game on now. Think you can catch the last two innings?”

“Actually I think I can.”

We headed into the living room; I snagged Bella’s hand as we walked through and we sat together in the couch. She kept trying to catch my eye and whisper at me, but I ignored her and talked baseball technique with Charlie. By the time the game had ended, Bella was furious with me, and she stood up in front of the television.

“I’m tired Dad, I need to get to bed.”

“Sorry Bells,” he said, jumping up. “It is a school night.”

“I need to get going to,” I explained heading to the door to get my coat. After I shrugged it on I hugged Bella. She was stiff with annoyance and I smiled.

“Bye Mr. Swan,” I called, then I shut the door behind me. I waited under Bella’s window, giving her her ‘human moments’. Then I jumped and landed lightly on the sill. Taking a last look around the dark street, I slipped inside.

Sitting in the old rocker in the corner, I listened to Bella yell goodnight to Charlie down the stairs and stomp the down the hall towards me. The door opened and shut silently, and she didn’t move a muscle, staring right at me.

“WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!” she whispered silently, in a voice more menacing than Rosalie’s on a bad hair day. “EDWARD ANTHONY MASON CULLEN ANSWER ME!”

“Wow,” I breathed. “I’ve never seen you this mad. Kind of scary actually.”

She took a deep breath and went to sit on her bed. I crossed over to her climbed up and pulled her against my chest.

“We’re getting annoyed by the jocks, so were going to beat them at their own game,” I said simply.

“You can’t do that,” she whispered. I looked down at her face alarmed.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because you’re doing it for me, and if people find out about you, if you expose yourselves and have to leave, it’ll be my fault.”

I turned her around roughly to face me. “Never Bella! This isn’t your fault. We need to have some fun now and then, plus we’ll be extra careful. You’ll see.” I hesitated, then stifled her protests with a kiss. Stretching her out on the bed, I pulled up the sheet.

“Sleep beautiful,” I whispered.

She watched for a moment, and looking into her eyes I smiled.

“What?” she asked.

“You, as a cheerleader. Can you see it?”

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.