AN: I've decided to start a new story, I hope you like it. I got my inspiration at my citie's hockey game. Hockey's real big here and my family loves it (: And when you get to the Jersey/Strip part, it's a little weird. I know. They do it at my hockey games though. What happens is you sign yourself up and they pick a name out of a huyugeee bucket and if you win you go down to the ice and sit in a chair and watch a player take off their jersey and stuff. (Big run-on sentence :O) You get the jersey. But don't worry-It's just the shirt ;) And that's where I got my inspiration! Hurray.

P.S. I have a review system thing worked out! If you review, you get a virtual jellybean. Whoever gets 4 jellybeans within 5 chapters, gets their name in the story. :D

Rink Bunny

By Popcornx3Paigey

"Yahoo!" my best friends Alice and Rosalie cheered as the Twihards scored yet another goal.

I just rolled my eyes and covered my ears. They had dragged me to Seattle for THREE weeks for some "quality girl time" before college. And if that wasn't enough, they had dragged me to this hockey game too. I didn't find it at all interesting, and I knew Alice and Rose were basically just here to see the hot guys. And you couldn't even see them under their padding and helmets! I didn't get it, really.

"Goal by Emmett Cullen, assisted by Edward Cullen!"the announcer shouted.

Rose and Alice cheered some more at that and finally sat down. "Alice, can't we just leave early? Please? This is silly," I begged Alice desperately. I figured it would be no use. Alice just laughed, as if saying "Silly girl. No way!" I hmphed in response, and Rosalie laughed too.

"Relax, Bella. It's almost done. Just two minutes left, I think you'll live."

I sighed, and let my eyes wander for the two minutes I had to wait. When I looked at my friends again, they were both standing up, jumping up and down. I glanced at the clock and it said 0.00. Finally.

"Twihards won, 6-0," the announcer announced.

"Great, Alice. Can we go now?" I whined.

"Patience, young one. There's still the strip," she replied.

"The what?!" I nearly shouted.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "At the end of every game, they give away a jersey. But there's more to it then that. Every night, there's a different player who "strips" to someone, but it's just their shirt and chest padding. If you want a chance to be that person, you have to sign up. And then they pick out of a big bucket. That person gets the jersey."

"Ohh." Well, that really cleared things up. "Did you guys sign up?"

"Of course, Bella!" Alice said.

I laughed silently to myself, imagining Alice winning. She wouldn't stop talking about it for days. Well, maybe it would save me some shopping trips...

I watched as a person walked across the ice to the announcers both with a big bucket full of slips. I'd say there was maybe 200. If Alice won, it'd be a miracle. The person dropped the bucket on the ice, and said something to the announcer. The announcer cleared his throat and said "Now it's time for tonight's star of the game, Emmett Cullen, to come pick the winner of tonight's jersey."

A masculine guy skating out onto the ice and over to the bucket full of slips. There was a lot of whistling. I looked over at Rosalie, know[ing she would think he was hot. And he was, just not my type. Rosalie was one of the people whistling, and I backed away, not wanting any attention.

"And the lucky winner of the jersey from Edward Cullen is... Bella Swan!" the announcer shouted.

"What?" I felt dizzy.

"Ohmygosh, Bella! I can't believe it! Go down there! She pushed me forward, but I dug my foot into the ground.

I was mad. "Alice, did you put my name in the drawing?"

"Maybe. I thought you might win... And I wanted you to meet a guy! A cute hockey player! Please go down for me, Bella? Please? It would make me so happy!"

I groaned, knowing I fell for guilt trips. I didn't reply to Alice, I just made my way down to the announcer box.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" The announcer asked me.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My head was spinning, and things were happening really fast.

He nodded. "Okay. Just go sit on that chair, Edward will be out any second. He will then push you out to the center of the ice, and we will turn on music. He will take off his jersey and give it to you. Just sit down and relax and enjoy."

I felt a blush come to my cheeks. I just realized I'd have to sit in a chair in front of about 900 people and have a hockey player strip to me. Wonderful. This was going to be very embarrassing. I looked at the ground, and really wished I had Alice come down instead.

I went over and sat down in a blue chair near the ice. People were staring at me... In the corner of my eye, I could see Alice jumping up and down with Rosalie. I groaned. Alice was probably going to embarrass me in some way, I was sure.

"Are you ready?" somebody whispered behind me.

I jumped, deep in thought. I blushed, realizing that this was Edward Cullen, my... stripper. I looked in his eyes, started to reply, and found myself getting lost in them. They were a gold, tawny color and very deep.

He spoke again. "Are you okay?"

I blushed a deeper red. "Um. Yeah. Sorry."

Without speaking again, he pushed the blue chair out to the center of the ice rink. He let go of the chair and music started to play. He began skating in circles around me to the beat of the music. The crowd cheered and whistled. I could now feel the heat radiating off my cheeks.

At one point, he took off his jersey and threw it at me. Oh god. After that, he took off all his padding and t shirt that was under the jersey. I started to watch him more closely, and realized he was cute. Very, very cute. But before I got to give him a good once-over, it was already done. He pushed me back to the announcers booth and I got up.

"Thanks," I muttered before walking back to Alice and Rosalie.

He didn't reply, so I looked back at him. He was smiling a dazzling smile, and I found myself smiling back.

I walked back to Rosalie and Alice, and they were both freaking out.

"OHMYGOSH! Bella! That was so adorable! I can't believe you got picked! You should've seen your face! He was cute, wasn't he?" she kept babbling on and on.

But I really didn't hear her that much. I was too busy thinking.

About Edward Cullen.