CHAPTER 5

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed.I had gotten over hangovers about a year ago. I got up and saw that it was 5:30 and no one was up yet. I was willing to bet loads that the girls would wake up with major hangovers, so I set out.

I dressed in some short black running shorts and a blood red razorback tank top. I ran across campus with my Ipod blaring in my ears the whole way. I walked to the foot court and found the best place that sold hangover food.

I payed for the food and walked back to the dorms, eating my own breakfast on the way. When I reached the dorms I saw some basketball players playing on the court. I quickly deposited the food in the room and ran back down.

The players looked like the classic gangsters. All of them were wearing baggy long basketball shorts with their boxers showing, and t-shirts and backward hats. They looked to be playing white on black. It was obvious to me that they were all good friends and were very close as they played around on the court.

I made my way over to them and they stopped their game to look at me. They looked me over and grouped together, obviously to seem intimidating. There probably weren't many that approached these boys especially since they were all easily 6 feet tall and toward over my 5 ft. 6 in frame. They didn't know what to make of me.

"Think I can join?" I asked in a sweet voice. They narrowed their eyes but I simply smiled at them. The oldest and seeming leader of sorts answered me.

"You could but we don' wan' a little gir' like you gettin' hurt out here with us men." He smirked at me while talked in his "ghetto talk". He was black and pretty hot if I do say so myself.

I walked over to them putting a swag in my step.

"Worry 'bout yourself. I've beat up punks bigger than you." They all laughed at his expression then he seemed to approve of me because he nodded and handed me the ball.

"Okay little white girl. You on white boy's team." It was on.

We played for hours and when we finally stopped my team had won by at least 30 points. We were all sprawled out on the asphalt sweating and panting. The only reason we played for so long was that the others had refused to admit defeat from a girl.

The boys had warmed up to me a lot and now all either called me "Hells" (because they refused to call me Izzy, or "Little White Girl". The leader's name was Tyler and he absolutely loved me, the captain on the white teams name was James and was Tyler's best friend.

They all thought I was awesome and they loved to pick me up and throw me over their shoulder. I don't know what it is about my size that always made people want to pick me up but they really got a kick out of it. When I said by to them it was around 3 in the afternoon and I was exhausted. Tyreke thought that it was too far up the stairs for me to get to my dorm and promptly picked me up and ran up all 12 flights of stairs.

I laughed the whole way and made him put me down outside the door. I kissed his cheek goodbye and he smiled at me goofily and ran back down the stairs. I shook my head and unlocked the door. When I came in I saw the girls in the small kitchen area and went over there but instead of sitting down I flopped onto the hardwood floor. It felt so good against my sweaty skin that I closed my eyes and sighed.

Rose and Alice looked over the counter to look at me with expressions that said, WTF! chuckled and looked at the food they were eating.

"So did you like the hangover food I got you?" They looked at me in surprise. They obviously either didn't think it was me, or they didn't know it helped hangovers. I watched as they both came to realization and touched their foreheads recognizing there was no headache.

"How did you do that?" They asked me at the same time.

"I didn't do anything but buy it, it's all in the food." I told them with a smirk.

"But how did you know that tacos helped a hangover?" Rose asked shocked as she pointed to the wrappers from already eaten tacos in the trash. I shrugged.

"Practice." I said simply. They looked at me warily. Then Alice seemed to remember that I was still lying on my back in the middle of the floor.

"Wait. Why are you lying on the floor?" Rose was suddenly very curious too. They leaned forward and I sighed and got up.

"I was really hot and sweaty, actually I still am." I answered looking down at my practically soaked through tank top. They furrowed their brows in further confusion.

"I was playing basketball with some guys I met." I rolled my eyes at their shocked expressions. They probably only ever watched guys play sports, not really played. Typical.

"Who?" Alice asked seemingly actually curious as to who I had been hanging out with.

"Um it was Tyler, James, Tyreke, Tyrone, Rodney, Sam, and some others." I answered trying to remember all the names. It was hard because they were all so alike. Their mouths popped open and they just sat there for a minute.

"Hello? Anybody there?" I waved my hand in front of their face trying to brake them out of it. It seemed to do the trick.

"What!" They screamed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. They looked at me like I was stupid.

"How did you end up playing basketball with them?" Rose asked, saying them like it was a secret. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I was them playing and asked if I could join." I shrugged. It wasn't a big deal, but it looked like it was to them.

"But they are huge! and they are always together!" Alice said it like it was a bad thing.

"So?" They looked at me again.

"So?" Rose scoffed. "You shouldn't play with them. They are bad news." She sounded like she was doing me a favor. No way was I gonna let this go.

"What do you mean they're bad news?" I asked while narrowing my eyes.

"I mean there so... so..." She couldn't find the right words. I found it for her.

"Ghetto?" She nodded and smiled like I finally got it. That was not the case.

"I happen to like them and they are my friends. If you have a problem with it then you can just deal with it, because nothing you say is going to change my mind." I walked into my room and changed into new shorts and a black sports bra. I was going to take a shower but I knew there was no point, I could take one at the gym.

I realized as I was changing that this was just the start. I had hoped that they would except me for who I am but right when they get the first glimpse they freak. I sighed it was too good to be true.

"I'm going to the gym." I called as I closed the door to the dorm. I made my way to the gym quickly and put my stuff down in a corner. I looked around and saw my bear of a brother talking to Edward and Jasper in a corner.

I ran over and jumped on his back. He squealed and then grabbed me off and set me on the ground. As soon as I touched the ground I collapsed in a heap of laughter. He SQUEALED! It was so funny, even Jasper and Edward were laughing. Emmett just pouted.

When I sobered up I wiped my eyes and smiled at my brother.

"So what are you doing in here? Assuming you didn't just come to cover me in your nasty sweat." Emmett asked.

"Well dear brother of mine, I think you know why I'm here. I'm here to train, and by the way I'm sweaty from playing basketball with some guys I met." I answered with a sweet smile. I knew he would want to know who I was hanging out with. The other boys looked curious too.

"Who?"

"Um.. it was Sam, Tyrone, Tyreke, James, and Tyler. Oh and some others." I answered. I knew he wouldn't react the way the girls did. He knew he couldn't control who I hung out with. He simply nodded and asked,

"How was the game, assuming you only got to play once." He smirked he knew they only would be able to play one.

"We won by over 30 points but they refused to admit defeat to a girl until they were practically crawling on the court." I laughed at the memory of Tyler refusing to quit the game even when his team begged him to.

Emmett laughed too. His friends looked surprised but not judgmental. I could deal with that. I smirked at my brother again.

"So who do you think I can get to train with me?" I asked. He just laughed and shook his head. Okay... this is gonna be fun.