"It's cool out," I said, as we stepped out of Michelle's car. "I love this time of year," she sang. "Especially when the leaves begin to change." I looked around at the colorful leaves as we headed up into the bleachers. "Is that Emily Winston?" I heard people asking as I found my spot on the bleachers. "I hate it when it gets cold," I said, watching as the boys' soccer team warmed up. "Well it's not cold yet," Michelle said, propping her feet up on the bleacher in front of her. "Just cool." They called for captains, and I watched as Emmett and Parker jogged to the center of the field to meet the refs. I knew that Emmett was a captain, he called me as soon as he heard, but I didn't know about Parker. It was only a couple more minutes before the both teams took the field. I watched as Emmett took a hit from his inhaler before taking his position as forward, next to Parker. "Does Emmett's asthma bother him during games at all?" I asked Michelle, as the ref blew the whistle to begin the game. "Sometimes during the cold games," Michelle admitted, as our team, the Mustangs, kicked off the ball. "But not usually, no." I watched as the cross came off, and Emmett pounded the ball into the back of the net. I cheered at the top of my lungs for him, a smile spreading across my face. I've missed this. The game was intense, keeping me on the edge of my seat. The opposing team scored in with a few seconds left in the first half, tying up the game. The second half was spent with each team trying to punch the ball in, and neither team being able to. Then, with less than two minutes left, Parker Adams had a breakaway. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he tore down the field, giving him a one-on-one with the goalie. And he slid the ball into the bottom left hand corner of the goal, giving us a 2-1 lead. I never imagined myself cheering for Parker Adams. With the little time left, the other team wasn't able to score, giving the Mustangs a win. I waited for Emmett by the fence after the game, along with his little groupies. "Are you Emily Winston?" a blonde-haired, fake-boobed girl asked. "Yeah?" "I thought you were in England." "And now I'm back." "Hey Em," Emmett said, jogging up to me and throwing his sweaty arms around me. "Nice game," I said, hugging him back. I stepped away from him and let his groupies at him. They surrounded him, flipping their hair and complimenting on him on his goal. "Alright, well I'll see you on Monday," Michelle said, giving me a hug. "See you." I leaned against the fence, watching as Emmett flirted with all these girls. What did they find so attractive about him? I mean, other than his looks and muscles, he's a serious geek. "Why are you watching your brother work his game?" Parker's voice asked behind me. "Because I'm so totally intrigued," I said, mocking one of the fake bimbos. "Hey Parker," a girl said, coming up to him. "Hey Bethany," he said, with a smirk on his face. "And what are your plans for tonight?" I gagged, stepping away from Parker's pick-up for the night. "What's her problem?" I heard Bethany ask, as I jogged towards Emmett's car. I took a seat on his hood and pulled out my phone, killing time until Emmett finished his flirting. I began to surf the web, giggling as I saw what some people had the nerve to post. "Off the hood of my car," Emmett's voice ordered behind me. "Now." I hopped off the hood of his car and smiled at him. "If you ever sit on the hood of my car again, I will kill you." "I always used to sit on the hood of your car," I complained. "Yeah, that's before I had a Mercedes. So off my car, clear?" "Pushy, pushy," I mumbled, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. "So no girl toy tonight?" "Don't jump to conclusions so fast," he said, with a smirk. "Gross, gross, gross," I sang, placing my hands over my ears. "You should come out to the party tonight!" Emmett called over my singing. "What?" I asked, taking my hands off my ears. "Why?" He shrugged. "I just think it'll be fun for you." He smirked at me. "You were always quite the partier." I smirked back at him. "I'm not the only one." We pulled into our apartment complex and headed upstairs. "Let me just take a quick shower and change," Emmett said, as we headed inside. "And then we can head out." "Okay," I agreed, heading back to my room. I changed into a pair of white shorts and a purple tank top with a pair of gold sandals. I touched up the curls in my hair and my makeup. I headed back out to the couch to wait for Emmett, but stopped short when I saw that it was already occupied. Parker was making out with a girl on the couch, and was trying to undo her shirt. I held in my gag as I ran back to my room, trying to erase what I just saw from my memory. "The hell was that?" I heard the girl's voice demand. "What?" Parker asked, slightly irritated. "The sound of footsteps?" "How should I know?" "There's only two of you here Parker," the girl accused. "And one of you is in the shower." "Just ignore it," Parker begged. "Do you have another girl here?" the girl demanded. I went into my room and closed the door, shaking my head. A few moments later, my bedroom door flew open, revealing a very pissed off girl with her hands on her hips. "Who do you think you are?" she demanded. "What do you think you're doing?" Parker asked, coming up behind her. "I'm Emily," I said, raising an eyebrow at this over jealous bitch. "So you were hiding another girl from me," the girl accused, whirling around to face Parker. "No," Parker groaned. "She lives here." "No she doesn't," the girl argued. "It's you and Emmett here, don't try to pull one over on me." "This is Emily Winston, Emmett's twin sister?" Parker said, in a bored voice. The girl turned to face me again, her hands on her hips. "Are you Emily Winston?" "You're a psycho," I said, raising my eyebrows at her. She lunged for me, but Parker wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. "Seriously Parker?" I heard Emmett's voice called. "Again with my sister's room?" "We were just leaving," Parker called back, practically dragging the psycho bitch away from me.