(Alternate Timeline)
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When the Swan twins return to Forks after years, it seems the town has stayed the same. But underneath, two interconnected supernat...
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After my face had finally returned to its normal tanned color, we had already stretched and practiced. Apparently our soccer team was undefeated, in losing. So we were practically flipping through the pain.
"Ready everybody?" Layla asked, looking around the huddle.
Almost everyone nodded, but I was still caught up in the fact I had just embarrassed myself in front of the hottest guy on earth, and that I was going to be a flyer. Nerves raked through my body as the huddle broke. We patiently waited for the game to start and when it did, it was extraordinarily underwhelming. Queliute Tribal School was wiping the floor with us.
"Mike Newton dribbles the ball down the field, he's guarding it great! He's going, the goal is right there...! He shoots! He- is intercepted.. by Paul Lahote. Again." Disappointment was evident in the announcers voice, the game was going so bad we had literally nothing to cheer for, the team was forced to sit on the bench, appalled at how truly terrible our team was.
Paul Lahote, formerly "muscly guy" was basically a pro at soccer. Every time any member of our team even thought about getting close to their goal, he came up, stole the ball and scored a goal practically from the opposite end of the field. It was crazy, superhuman almost. Every once in a while I would look into the bleachers and spot Dad and Billy inthralled in the ass-beating they were witnessing. It was all going terrible until the last round, the Wolves were up with fifty-four goals while the Spartans had an impressive score of six. I was keeping myself busy talking to Wyatt about movies.
"What about Scary Movie? I have the DVD at home I could bring it to yours," he suggested as he chewed on his eighth piece of gum.
Christian Sylvester boomed over the intercom, his sports announcer voice long gone from disappointment. "Mike Newton dribbles the ball back to the Wolves side, right up to Quil Ateara who passes it to Paul Lahote, who passes it to... Mike Newton?!" This time Paul waited, he stared at the ball between Mike's feet, he stared Mike down. Inaudibly daring him to try and shoot again. That's when Mike turned to the benches and pointed. Right. At. Me. My heart shot straight up into my throat.
"It appears Mike Newton is dedicated this shot to the newest member of the cheer squad, Giovanna Swan!"
I felt the color drain from my face as soon as I heard my name. Why did Christian have to announce everything?! Mike backed up, trying to show off for the final kick of the game, which was dedicated to me. He ran up quickly and kicked the ball, he was on the other side of the field. I guess he was trying to pull a Paul or something. The ball skirted across the grass quickly, it rolled right past the other players, and right to the goal, and Jacob. But before it could even get to him, it stopped. No way. I had to bury my face in my hands, unable to control my laughter.
"Oh my god, Gia. Don't cry!" Wyatt rubbed my shoulder trying to comfort me.
"I'm... not... crying!" I said through giggles. "Tell me he did not just do that."
