Surviving High School

We Will Rock You

A/N: I know I said that I'd have this up yesterday, but I've been without Internet since then.  Let me just tell you that I have no idea what I did before the Internet was around.  I mean I read books (and still do), but I've been seriously going nuts!  Unfortunately, none of the local libraries are open on Saturday around here (don't get me started on that) so I suffered and you all suffered as a result of my suffering.

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 After grabbing my keys, I checked my reflection in the mirror once more, took a deep breath, and headed out to Ben's car. I pulled open the car door and was greeted by the awesomeness that is Florence and the Machine coming through the speakers. That was a great way to start my Friday night. I slid in, buckled my belt, and joined Ben in serenading Angela with the lyrics to You've Got the Love. Angela covered her ears while shouting that we were horrible singers. Too true. Neither Ben nor I would have stood a chance on American Idol. After a few more minutes of torturing Angela, she reached over and turned the sound down.

"So Bella," she began while twisting in her seat to face me. "Are you excited for your first ever high school football game?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"Not really. It's not like I understand anything about football."

"That's not the point! Who cares if you understand football? It's all about hanging out with your two incredibly awesome friends and having a good time. And a good time will be had!" she exclaimed.

I couldn't help but laugh at her exuberance. She was right. I might be going to this game under duress, but I was going to be hanging out with two awesome friends, and I wanted to have some fun. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the school parking lot that was filled with what looked to be the entire town of Forks. There were all kinds of people dressed in Spartan colors, wearing face paint; some were even carrying banners or pennants. It was nuts! I mentioned to Ben that I had no idea people took high school football so seriously.

"Oh yeah, Bells. Small town folks love their football. How did you not know this? Isn't your dad a huge football fan?"

"Like I pay attention to what Charlie says when he starts talking sports. So this is what I'm missing when I stay at home on a Friday night during-" Before I could continue my conversation with Ben, I was roughly bumped into by a rabid fan wearing a Spartan's sweatshirt.

"Jerk," I mumbled after I righted myself.

Angela hooked her arm through mine, grabbed Ben's hand, which had me raising an eyebrow at her, and started marching us toward the entrance to the "stadium" which was really just a bunch of risers surrounding a football field with some concession stands parked here and there. Ben had bought our tickets for us and handed them to the woman at the ticket booth, and we made our way toward the bleachers. I looked up  and was amazed at how quickly they were filling up.

Ben, still holding Angela's hand, started tugging her up the bleachers. I slowly followed after them, not wanting to try out for the Bleacher Olympics. I had the feeling that tumbling down metal bleachers wouldn't end well for me. We were about halfway up when I heard someone call my name. I quickly turned around and almost biffed it. A large male hand reached out and steadied me before I fell to my death. Taking a steadying breath, I looked up and saw that Dr. Cullen had saved my life.

"That was a close call, my dear. Having to stitch you up or fix a broken bone of yours isn't exactly what I had in mind for my Friday night," he said while smiling.

I smiled at him and replied, "Well thanks to you, no stitching or mending of bones is necessary. Thanks, Dr. Cullen."

"You're welcome. How is your head feeling?"