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Try Outs

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.

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

4. Chapter 4

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On Monday, Emmett, Jasper, and I reported to Coach Jenkins’s room. The whole team was there, a grand total of eleven players, just like Brad, Justin and Cole had promised. I almost snorted. They were courting disaster. Humans were fragile, and they only kept two extra players. Either they believed they were very good, or they weren’t very smart.

The team was lounging around the edges of the room, so I pulled out a chair and turned it around, straddling it. Emmett and Jasper did the same, and we waited, smiling out at the boys who glowered at us. Looking at Jasper’s thoughts, I could tell that behind their confident fronts, the boys were feeling a little uneasy.

Coach Jenkins stepped inside the door, and the murmur around us ceased. He walked to his desk, took a stack of papers from the drawer, and began to pass them out.

“Take your seats please,” he said. “I need all of you to fill out these forms and turn them into me by Friday.”

I scanned over the paper quickly. Name, grade, phone number. One blank made me think. Previous experience. That could be a problem. We didn’t need any more suspicion than was necessary.

“I see you’re the only ones who haven’t been on the team before,” Coach Jenkins said, looking at us, as the other boys sat down in the far back of the room.

“Yes sir,” I replied. It had been decided that I would be our spokesman.

“Have you ever played before?”

“Not on a team.”

“I see. Well, you should know that here at Forks we have an exceptionally good team. We’ve been State Champions twice in the past and made it to Finals last year.”

I was impressed. I hadn’t ever really paid any attention to my schools’ extra curriculum.

“So here’s the deal. We start try-outs with the regular stuff, conditioning, basics, etcetera. Then, if you survive that, we move outside onto the field. The only way anyone makes it onto this team is if they can prove themselves as good, or better, than the player who already holds the position they’re trying out for. Understand.”

I nodded, along with my brothers.

“Good. Tomorrow will be our first practice. We’ll meet in the weight room. Wear some gym clothes, and bring gym shoes. You won’t need cleats until Tuesday, or gloves until Wednesday. If you have any questions, come see me tomorrow during class.”

We were the only ones who got up to leave then. Emmett and Jasper lead the way, and I gave the team a military salute as I ducked out the door. My brothers saw me do it, and we managed to get around the corner before we broke down into gales of laughter.

“Oh man, Ed, this was a great idea,” Emmett choked out.

“Really,” Jasper said holding his sides.

When we got home, we sat together at the table and filled out the forms, making sure that they were all cohesive. They proved little trouble after all, and we were done in minutes. Jasper and Emmett skated off, and I sat quietly at the table until Alice entered the dining room.

“Well,” she asked, “How long are you going to wait?”

I sighed. Pushing in my chair, I took the stairs two at a time until I reached the landing, then walked silently to the door of Carlisle’s office. I stood there a moment, trying to decide the best course of action.

“Come in, Edward,” Carlisle called through the door.

I smiled, then stepped inside. He was sitting at his desk, filling out some paperwork, and I sat down in the chair opposite him. While I waited patiently for him to finish, I looked around the room, at the wood paneled walls and the many bookcases of medical works and vampire history. I bit back a chuckle, but Carlisle saw it. He raised his eyebrows.

“Such a strange combination of books,” I mused. “Ways to save the living, and proof you can’t save the dead.”

“Perhaps,” Carlisle replied. “Perhaps not.”

I sighed. “I wanted to tell you that… Emmett, Jasper, and I are trying out for the baseball team.”

I pushed it all out in one go, wanting just to get it over with.

“I see,” Carlisle said.

I refrained from reading his thoughts; I just wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Do you think that that is a good idea?”

“I think that we need to have a little fun every other century, it’ll help keep us sane. And I think that we can control our strengths so that nothing will be out of the ordinary.”

“What about your needs?” he questioned. “Will you be able to handle that?”

“We’ll make sure that we hunt regularly, so we’ll always be full.”

Carlisle got up from his chair and turned his back to me, facing the pictures on the wall. Pictures of worlds gone from us, homes, families. I was beginning to worry, if I could have, I would have been sweating.

“Edward, I think that you’re probably right about needing to have some fun. I can understand that. You are teenagers after all. But promise me…” He turned back around to face me, looked me in the eye, “Promise me that at the first sign of trouble, you’ll back off.”

“Deal,” I sighed, relieved.

I turned to go, and just as I reached the door, I stopped.

‘Edward,’ Carlisle thought, ‘don’t go too easy on them.’

“Thanks Carlisle,” I smiled.

When I got back downstairs, Emmett and Jasper were waiting in the living room.

“We need to go shopping,” Jasper said.

We all piled into the Volvo, and took off for the Sporting Goods Store. Unfortunately, it happened to be owned by Mike’s dad. I grimaced as I turned off the car and we walked into the store.

We headed back to the shoes, and each of us picked up a pair of baseball cleats. Next came pitcher, catcher, and first basemen’s mitts, batting gloves, bags, and men’s protective athletic wear. That got us all cracking up. We took everything up and dumped it onto a check out counter. No one was there, so Emmett occupied himself by dinging the bell on the counter. A disgruntled Mike came around the corner of an aisle, and stopped when he saw us. He approached slowly, eyeing the pile on the counter, which he began to ring up.

“Trying out for the team?” he asked.

‘Duh,’ I thought. ‘He was at the meeting, he saw us there.’

“Yeah,” Emmett answered. “We are.” He crossed his arms, making his muscles bulge.

Mike’s eyes widened, and he finished bagging our stuff. “Three hundred twenty-seven dollars and thirty-one cents,” he totaled.

I slipped him a credit card, which he rang up without taking his eyes from me. I took the liberty of cruising his thoughts, and wasn’t surprised by what I found.

‘What a jerk! He thinks he can show off to Bella by getting on the team. I’ll show him. I know I’m better. If he had played before, he wouldn’t be buying all his stuff right now.’

We took our bags without comment and left. I felt his eyes on me the whole way out to the car, but I didn’t turn back. We needed to get home and break in these gloves. They were stiff, and we definitely weren’t used to needing all this equipment just to play some baseball.