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.
5. Chapter 5
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I kissed Bella softly as we stood next to her truck. She stood with her hands behind her back, trying to be polite, and it was a good thing. Emmett, Jasper, and I had slipped into the woods near the school as soon as the bell rang and fed, and we were ready to play.
“Be careful,” she whispered against my lips.
“Promise. Cross my heart, hope to die.”
That made her smile. She climbed into her truck and the engine roared to life. She mouthed a goodbye to me through the window, which I returned. I watched until she had pulled out of the almost empty lot. Emmett and Jasper waited on the sidewalk, and together we headed back into the school.
Apparently we were late, or early, because we were the only ones in the locker room. We changed quickly into shorts and black sleeveless T-Shirts. We didn’t have gym, so we’d had to buy clothes too. As vampires, we didn’t usually show so much skin, but Emmett looked pleased at how the outfit showed off his massive arms.
Grabbing our bags, we practically flew through the empty hallways until we stood outside the door of the weight room. I went first, stepping in the door, and quickly scanning the room. The rest of the team was already there, but the coach was not, and from quickly stifled conversations, it was easy to guess the situation.
I was just returning Mike’s glare with a friendly smile that I knew would just make him angrier, when Coach Jenkins walked in behind us. He was wearing very short shorts and a tank top, with a whistle around his neck. The assistant coach, a younger man from outside of Forks, followed him.
‘Wow, that is too much skin,’ Jasper thought, and I bit back a laugh. I’d never think of Mr. Jenkins the same after this.
“Ok boys,” he said, “You’re all here, so start your warm up stretches.”
‘What?’ we all thought at the same time. ‘Warm ups?’
Almost disgustedly, we turned to the rest of the team, who were stretching slowly, ignoring us. We followed suit, feeling the stretch of muscle, but not the warming of them that was to keep us from pulling something. It wasn’t ever likely, so we were hardly worried, but once again, everyone stared as Emmett stretched out his arms.
I could hear Jasper snorting in the back of his head, thinking how size wasn’t everything.
“All right, we’re going to start with a basic fitness test,” Coach Jenkins called. “Pair up with someone, then line up for push ups.”
I turned to my brothers, but they had already latched onto one another for dear life. They smiled innocently at me, but I rolled my eyes and turned back to find Mike in front of me.
“Need a partner?” he asked.
I scanned his thoughts, un-amused when they proved anything but friendly.
“Sure,” I said.
Wonderful. We got in line behind Emmett and Jasper, the last ones standing in front of Coach Jenkins and Coach Daniels, his assistant. Each pair lay prone on the mats at their feet, and a stopwatch was programmed for one minute. The goal was to do as many as possible in that amount of time. Piece of cake, to coin a phrase.
I could sense the conjecture in my brothers’ minds so I came up with a simple, easy-to-follow method.
“Count,” I said, to fast for anyone else to hear. “Keep your numbers in proportion to theirs.”
‘I can do more than that, easy,’ Emmett thought, as Brad and Justin popped up from forty-eight respectively.
“I know,” I replied. “Keep it to sixty at least. One a second is good enough.”
Jasper and Emmett nodded imperceptibly, but Mike seemed to sense something going on. He smiled when I glanced at him, but then turned away. I shrugged mentally. He wasn’t my problem. Jasper and Emmett approached the mats, and began their push-ups. I could feel the awe from the other boys just as well as Jasper then, as my brothers each beat out sixty pushups.
“Excellent times, boys,” Coach Jenkins commented.
They gave each other those cheap finger-plays that I couldn’t stand, then stepped out of the way for Mike and me. I took my position and could hear Mike thinking about beating me. I smiled, and put one arm behind my back, military style. The stopwatch beeped, and I started pumping them out, trying to keep pace with Mike. I didn’t want to humiliate him too bad. Halfway through, I switched to my other arm, pretending fatigue. The seconds were winding down, and I could see sweat breaking out on Mike’s forehead, and I sped up just a bit.
“Time,” Coach Jenkins called. “Very nice boys. Michael, fifty-six, Edward, sixty-two.”
Daniels wrote the numbers down on a clipboard and I turned to face Emmett and Jasper, who were grinning smugly.
‘Sixty huh?’ Jasper thought.
“What can I say,” I said aloud, raising my palms.
‘Don’t worry about it bro,’ Emmett thought. ‘We know how you are with him.’
“Line back up for sit-ups,” Jenkins said.
I paired up again with Mike, knowing that for sit-ups I could beat out a lot more in a minute. I watched the other boys in front of me absentmindedly, then stepped up to the mat. Lying flat on my back, I felt Coach Jenkins step onto the toes of my shoes.
Now, everyone knows that the easiest way to do a sit-up is to cross your arms in front of you and just touch your elbows to your knees. In contrast, the hardest way is to put your hands behind your head. I saw Mike do this from the corner of my eye and barely contained a smile before lacing my fingers together behind my head.
At the beep, we both began pounding them out. I had a slight advantage here; I didn’t have to breathe. Humans tend to hold their breath during sit-ups, forcing the blood to the brain. This can produce a massive headache if kept up long enough, and I knew that Mike was reminding himself to breath.
The watch beeped again and we both stood up. I had beat out Mike at about twelve more. I smiled as we headed to the back of the line, watching silently as Jasper out-sat Emmett with a thoughtless ease that came with his skinnier, lithe frame.
Finished, we turned to the other end of the weight room, where Fork’s relatively new equipment waited, gleaming.
“Ok, boys, I want to see your max lift today, but don’t go overboard,” Jenkins warned. “I don’t want any pulled muscles tomorrow.”
I strolled over to where Emmett and Jasper stood on the edges of the group.
“There worried about you Emmett,” I commented quietly. That made him smile, as I knew it would. “But not so much about you.”
Jasper shrugged. He was as skinny as a rail, hardly a threat compared to Emmett. He wasn’t bothered by this. I scanned his mind briefly, looking for problems, but he seemed fine. My brothers and I watched quietly as the other boys worked up a sweat under the bench press. That was definitely one thing I could live without. As their bodies heated, their blood did to, the scent rising in the air like pungent cologne. I watched Jasper even more carefully, but he wasn’t even paying attention to them.
This made me relax, so I stepped up to the bench and started to lift. I waited as the other boys added weights twenty-five pounds at a time, glancing silently at each other as they watched my face. I kept it blank, relaxed, betraying no sign of struggle. At three hundred pounds the Coach stopped me.
“That’s excellent Edward,” he commented as I climbed off the bench. “You didn’t seem strained at all.”
“I’m fine Coach,” I answered.
I sat back, watching as Jasper and Emmett both took their turns. I didn’t even bother to pay attention to how high Emmett got to lift. I was thinking. We were really going to have to pick up the speed on the field to keep this interesting. We moved slowly around the weight room, using each of the weights to accentuate different muscles.
“All right boys,” the Coach called. “We’ve had a great first day! Tomorrow we’ll run perimeters, so bring your cleats. Now hit the showers!”
My brothers and I followed slowly behind the other boys to the locker room. As we left the weight room, Coach Jenkins nodded to us, his thoughts running along the lines of awe at our ability. I chuckled, and Jasper did too. He could feel it coming off the Coach.
In the locker room, we were quickly kicked off to the side as the other guys grabbed towels and stepped into the large tiled showers. Jasper and I hung back, both of us for different reasons, but Emmett ditched his clothes and stepped up next to Justin, who quietly stepped away.
“Strut you stuff,” I murmured.
Jasper glanced at me from where he had been examining his bare arms under the lights. A smile broke across his face, and I can only guess what the others thought when they suddenly burst out laughing for no reason whatsoever.