𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒, emmett cullen

4 - TRACK TEAM ✓

CHAPTER 4 || A STRANGE FAMILY

THE BURGUNDY FABRIC OF HER SHORTS BILLOW AROUND HER THIGHS IN FORKS' COOL BREEZE, the thin soles of her sneakers tap fluidly against the faded scarlet track as she pumps her arms deftly at her sides, legs pinwheeling under her as she rounds the corner. Brooke hollows her cheeks with controlled breaths, with her chest rising and falling easily. Glossy brunette strands tickle the nape of her neck, loose from the ponytail she'd tied on the crown of her head when she had been on autopilot in the locker room. The girl eases her speed as she launches herself over a hurdle with an uneasy precision when Brooke sights her sister on the edge of the tracks; alongside Edward Cullen, which is strange to the youngest Swan given that her older sister hadn't stopped voicing her irritation regarding the Cullen given that he'd treated her foully the first time they'd interacted. In her distraction, Brooke had stopped awaiting her next hurdle and turns her gaze to the track to face it. Her tawny blow wide as she jumps to narrowly avoid it, the toes of her sneakers catching the hurdle and sending Brooklyn Swan sprawling across the ground.

Brooke groans loudly, star-fishing along the tracks with her eyelids hooded ever-so-slightly. She huffs, flicking the fallen wisps of her bangs from her eyes. The sixteen-year-olds view of Forks' dull sunshine is completely blocked by the familiar silhouette of her older sister as Bella winces, Edward a few steps behind, peaking over her shoulder with his hands in his pockets. Edward extends a pale, willowy, hand in her direction, helping her to her feet as Brooke eyes his icy palm with an arched eyebrow even as they detached. She tucks her hand into the pocket of her opened hoodie in attempt to warm her chilled skin as Edward awkwardly ducks his head.

"I thought I was the klutz?" Bella muses, lip caught between her teeth to stifle her laughter as Brooke sneers at her older sister.

"Kiss my ass," Brooke hisses, shoving her sisters arm playfully. Then, she aims a pointed look at Edward, curling her arms across her chest and jutting her chin outward in a blatant challenge for him to talk to her.
"So, decided you'll talk to her, now?" Bella sighs, shaking her head exasperatedly as Brooke cocks her head to the side; almost mocking the copper haired male as Edward nods his head slowly, cautiously.

The Cullen doesn't comment, mutely replying to the Swan's passive-aggressive aura that rolls off of her tiny figure in waves. Then, as if sensing her, Edward glances over his shoulder so his topaz eyes can meet his pixie-like sisters own. Alice smiles menacingly, eyes glittering with mirth as she begins to skip gracefully toward the trio. Brooke blinks in confusion when Alice falls beside her sister, shocking Bella also as Bella's doe eyes stare at the stunning Cullen girl.

Then, Alice rounds on Brooke.

"You're quite fast," Alice states, smiling widely as Brooke seems taken back, opening her mouth to thank the Cullen before she's speaking again.
"When do you want to start our scene?" Brooke falters, her eyes flicking to her sister wildly before inwardly scowling at the fact that Edward was leading her away.

"Whenever—"

"How about tomorrow, after class?" She chirps, eyes brightening as if she already knew that Brooke wouldn't deny her offer. Brooke nods, slowly, her chest light when the girl cheers melodically with a small clap of her hands. Then, from the corner of her eye, Brooke spots a burly frame.

The boy is undeniably related to Alice and Edward Cullen. His hair is a thick glossy mess of cocoa curls, poking from beneath his navy beanie, smothered across his forehead. The boys jaw is sharp and his shoulders square and broad, leading to a trim waist with thighs snug in his jeans and undoubtedly as muscled as his burly arms which are tight in the navy fabric of his shirt. There's dimples poked in each cheek and a lightness in his golden eyes that retains a childish hue. His rosebud lips curl into a boyish grin, eyes forming slight crescents in his mirth as he ducks his head to stifle an undoubted snort of laughter as he spots Brooke's slightly awed expression; despite having only just recovered from the same affair of staring at the human girl.

"That's my brother, Emmett," Alice quips, shrugging her bag further up her shoulder as she began to walk backwards toward the burly male.

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❝BELLS, HE WAS GORGEOUS, DO YOU HEAR ME? GORGEOUS.❞ Her older sister rolls her eyes fondly, pencil caught between her fingertips as they await their mother's next phone call. Brooke clicks her tongue, cocking her head pointedly at her sister as Bella snorts in amusement with a shake of her head.

"What scene from Shakespeare are you and Alice committing to?" Bella asks, arching an eyebrow when her sister shrugs.
"You're working on getting out of it, aren't you?" She laughs, pointing her pencil at her younger sister as Brooke smirks, blinking innocently.

"Technically, Coach is getting me out of it."

"By using track as an excuse?" Bella says lamely, arching an eyebrow at the pathetic excuse before Brooke wiggles her finger in denial, clicking her tongue.

"Of course not," Brooke replies, scandalized.
"He's voicing my thoughts: it's Literature not Drama. So, we're trying to reset the task to a paper." The younger Swan shrugs, Bella arches an eyebrow again before pointing out that it would mean she couldn't do a project with Alice Cullen. Brooke falters; she was kind of excited to spend time with the pixie-like Cullen. Before Brooke could voice her plan, the phone on Bella's desk began to ring in a shrill tone, trembling across the countertop before Bella answers their mothers call with a timid 'hi, mom'.

Her older sister exchanges a few words with their mother before placing the call on speaker, the phone between the sisters as Brooke enthusiastically greeted Renée Dwyer.

Slowly but surely, their mother descended into the topic of 'boys' and while Bella Swan is hesitant and shy in comparison to her much louder younger sister.

"Bella keeps making the eyes at a ginger douche bag that treated her like crap the first time they spoke—well, not even spoke, he ignored her and glared daggers the whole time and...ow! Jesus, Bella." Her sister glares heatedly at the side of her face before Brooke grins childishly, rubbing her arm in pain from where Bella had punched her, playfully, in the bicep.

"And Brooke—"

"—saw this drop dead gorgeous guy today. Mom, I'm not even kidding, he could make me cry with his beauty," Bella stares, slightly awestruck by Brooke's honesty before the sixteen-year-old raises her hands in defense with a snort.
"I have no shame." Brooke mouthes as Bella nods her head in acceptance.

"Well, you two sound like you're having fun. Tell me more about these boys. Does the ginger douche bag at least have a nice face?" Renée muses as her daughters begin to laugh.