“Jaspers pointing you out to Edward,”
“How can you tell?”
“Jasper is number 63, right there.” She pointed him out to me. “And Edward is number 18.”
“Who’s the other guy with them?” I wondered.
“I think that’s James. He’s been on the team for quite a while. If I remember correctly he’s one of Edward’s roommates. He’s a little egoistical. I don’t care for him, much.”
I watched Edward out on the field, while he practiced. I wanted to give him some sort of little gesture. I couldn’t blow a kiss. That was
Instead, as they came running in after warming up, I just smiled. He probably couldn’t even see me smiling. He never looked up as he ran in to the dugout. My heart sort of sunk when he didn’t acknowledge me at all. I watched as
I leaned over the railing and looked down. I realized it was Edward and suddenly my heart wasn’t sinking, it was flying. I didn’t really understand what he was doing though. He stopped in front of me and pulled himself up on to the railing. I looked into his eyes, with a questioning look.
“I was kind of hoping I could get a good luck kiss,” he revealed.