Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Game Of Love

By Momma2Fan

Chapter 08:

Opening Day

EPOV

I sat in the locker room waiting to take the field for opening day. I had been trying for days, weeks even, to get the conversation Carlisle, and then myself, Emmett and Jasper had overheard out of my head. Every time I thought about what that mother-fucker had said, I saw red.

Four weeks ago…

Emmett sped into the parking lot and we all jumped out, almost before he was in park. We ran for the locker room where my dad said he still was. We found him sitting on a bench with his hands in tight fists clenched against his knees.

“Dad?” I alerted him to our presence.

“Shh…the fucker is still here.”

I hadn’t heard my dad curse in a long time. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. “Who’s here, Dad?”

He pointed in the direction of the office. Emmett and Jasper crept slowly over to the doorway and listened. Emmett looked at me and mouthed ‘Black’.

I made my way over to where my best friends were standing and listened to the vile things Jacob was saying.

“Oh, man. She has these tits that would completely fill my hand. I just want to hold them and bite them and suck ’em. Fuck! Her ass…damn. Oh yeah, my new boss is gonna be giving me a good ride.”

I had heard enough and wanted to go in that office and pummel the fucker. How dare he talk about my girl that way? Emmett and Jasper grabbed me by the arms and pulled me away before I could get into any trouble.

“Calm down, Edward. If you go in there guns blazing you’re gonna get a fine, or worse. Come on. I get it, I wouldn’t want some guy talking about my girl that way, but think man.”

“Your girl?” Carlisle questioned from beside me.

“Sorry.” Emmett muttered.

I had ended up sitting with my dad and explaining my newfound relationship with Bella. He was happy, but worried. It was a conflict of interest and we all knew it. Our relationship had the potential to be really bad, but I just couldn’t stay away from her, nor did I want to.

The clapping of hands brought me out of my dream-like-state. “Everybody ready? This is just the start guys. In seven and a half months is the World Series. Anyone not want to get there?” A chorus of ‘No’ echoed back. “Well, then let’s get out there and bring in a W.” Sam said.

We stood up and headed out to the dugout, waiting to take the field. Emmett was already in his gear and went to take his place behind home plate so he could receive the first pitch.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Please welcome the Governor of Seattle, Jason Jenks, who will throw out the first pitch to get this season started.” Garrett, the commentator, announced.

I watched as Jay ran to the mound and made a down motion for Emmett, so he could throw a real pitch. I laughed at the look on Emmett’s face. When the ball sailed through the strike zone, the crowd cheered. Emmett shook his hand and then came back to the dugout.

“That man has one hell of an arm.” Emmett commented.

“Alright guys, line up for the anthem.” Sam yelled. We all got out and lined up on the first base line.

“Please rise for the singing of our National Anthem.” Garrett said. “To lead us today, please welcome Mariners owner, Miss Isabella Swan.”

When I heard Bella’s name, my gut knotted. I watched as she came out from the dugout and walked to the mic which had been placed on home plate. She looked stunning. And then she started singing…

BPOV

As I waited behind the wings for Garrett to call my name, I got more nervous. I hadn’t said anything to anyone about singing today and I didn’t want to fall on my face. As soon as Garrett said my name I took my place and began to sing.

“Oh, say can you see. By the dawn’s early light…” The words flowed over my tongue. My voice got stronger as my nerves faded and by the end I felt better. The roar of the crowd made my step lighter as I quickly left the field so we could play ball. I went back up to the owner’s box and joined my friends.

“Holy shit, Bella. I had no idea you had pipes like that.” Alice said when I came in.

“Thanks, Ali. I guess it sounded okay then?” I asked as I grabbed a diet Pepsi and went out the doors to watch the game.

“You sounded fine, sweetie.” Esme said as she joined me.

“Thanks.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, your Seattle Mariners.” The crowd went wild as the team took their positions. “You’re starting line-up. Leading it off your shortstop, Seth Clearwater. In center field, Jared Wolf. First baseman, Edward Cullen…” Garrett announced all the players and their positions. I watched as the infield tossed the ball to each other, getting warmed up.

“Now batting, number forty-nine, Brett Anderson.”

I watched as the first player took his position at the plate and swung his bat a little indicating where he wanted the ball to go. Emmett took position and the rest of the team followed suit. When the umpire yelled to play ball, Tyler got ready on the mound. I hadn’t agreed with Sam when he told me he was having Crowley start instead of Jasper, but he was the manager.

I watched Tyler’s windup and pitch, strike one. Eight strikes later and we were up to bat. Seth stepped up and took a few practice swings. He took position and strike one. The game continued like that until the bottom of the sixth when Mike Newton hammered one deep into left. When he rounded the bases I was praying he would stop and he did, on third. A standing triple.

“Finally, jeez. I thought no one would get a hit today.” Alice remarked.

Rosalie snorted. “Alice!”

“Come on, our guys look good. The A’s are just playing well.” I explained. I ignored the rest of the conversation as Paul stepped up to bat. He singled, but it was enough for an RBI and Mike scored. 1-0. We continued to play well and closed our opening game with a win. I was exhausted, but my night wasn’t over yet.

“Talk to you guys later. I’m heading to the office.” I said as I got up and headed down the hall and to the office level.

I walked in and turned on the wall of TV’s, flipping them over to the news networks and ESPN. The top story was the Mariner victory. Of course my name was the lead. I muted the noise and flipped on the stereo. I didn’t really care what they said about me unless it was bad, then I felt I needed to defend myself.

I sat at the desk and started on the stat work that needed to be taken care of. Sam and I would go over everything on Monday after the weekend. We were home until the twenty-fourth and we hit the road to Detroit for a triple header with the Tigers. Then on to Canada and the Blue Jays. In May my life was going to be hectic. We had a big month and I had finals. At least I had finally come to a decision about school. I wouldn’t be going back until I had everything with the team under control.

I put my head in my hands and sucked in a breath. This was hard and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I missed my dad and wished I had someone I could vent to about the spinning emotions in my head. I couldn’t talk to Edward, because he needed to concentrate on his game. The last thing he needed was my drama.

I jolted when I felt the hands on my shoulders and the voice in my ear. “Penny for your thoughts.”

I jumped up and away from the unwelcome intrusion. “Jacob! What the fuck are you doing?”

Jacob leered at me, “I saw you looking at me when you were singing today. I know you want me as much as I want you.”

I swallowed back the bile that threatened to come up. “You’re crazy. I wasn’t looking at you, I wouldn’t look at you, you disgust me. I think you should leave.”

Jacob took a step toward me. “I don’t think you really want me to leave. Come on, you can admit it.”

I felt a shudder run through me. I was too pissed off to be scared now. “I said get out. Now!”

My door swung open then and there stood Emmett and Edward. Jacob looked at them and chuckled, “I’ll go, but I’ll be back, baby.”

Emmett and Edward looked like they wanted to rip his head off. I held up a finger and went to the phone. I dialed the familiar number and waited until Marcus picked up the phone.

“Good evening, Marcus. I apologize for calling you at home, but I have a problem. Would you mind meeting me in my office tomorrow morning?” I listened for a moment and then nodded. “Thank you, I’ll see you at ten.” I hung up the phone and looked at the two men in my office.

“Are you okay?” Edward asked as he rounded the desk to me.

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me, just grossed me out.” I placed a hand on his chest and smiled up at him.

“You sure?” Edward searched my face. I nodded and leaned up to kiss his lips.

“Oh!” We heard someone gasp. I turned and a stunned Esme and Carlisle stood in the doorway.

I dropped my head to Edward’s chest and he chuckled. He placed a kiss on top of my head and greeted his parents.

“Hi, Mom, Dad. What’s up?” He asked nonchalantly. I giggled.

“Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! May I ask what you were doing kissing Bella?” Esme asked.

“Well, Mom, you see when a man and a woman fall in love, they have a tendency to show their emotions through kissing.” Edward explained.

Emmett laughed at the expression on Esme’s face. She looked as though she was going to smack her smart ass son.

“Thanks so much for that explanation, smart ass.” Esme smirked.

“Are you mad that I didn’t tell you, Esme?” I asked.

“Oh, sweetie, no. I couldn’t be happier, I’m just worried. This could end badly, for both of you. The press will eat you alive.”

“That’s why we are being careful and only a few people know.” Edward said.

“Just be careful.” Esme pleaded.

“We will.” I assured her. “Go ahead down, I’ll be done in a minute.” Everyone left, except Edward. He sat over by the window and let me finish up the daily report. When I was done I put everything away and stood up and stretched.

“Ready?” Edward asked coming over to me.

“Mmm…yes.” I smiled. I slipped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. “Thanks for waiting.”

“No problem. Bella are you really okay? He didn’t hurt you?” Edward asked, worry clouding his eyes.

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek. “I’m sure, he didn’t touch me. Don’t worry, I’m taking care of it.”

“I worry because I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you, too. Now let’s go, I’m hungry.”

Edward took my hand and we headed to the elevator. Once inside he turned to me and brushed my hair back before he dipped down and touched his lips to mine. I moved my lips in sync with his and soon he deepened it. His tongue traced my lower lip, begging for entrance, which I gladly gave. Our tongues dueled for a moment before we felt the elevator stop. We broke apart and with whispered I love you’s, it was back to reality.

Reality sucks.