Hi All. This was originally titled Torn - but then I changed my mind on the title, as well as a few of the details, so I deleted it. Here's take two. This is my first fan fiction. All feedback is appreciated. Thanks :)
Oh, I don't own Twilight, or these characters :)
Chapter 1
I rolled over and swatted for the snooze button on my alarm one more time. I couldn't believe summer vacation was officially over. After a week of setting up my classroom, I'd be greeting my third class of 6th graders at Rolling Roads Elementary.
"It'll get so much better after the first two years," I kept hearing from the seasoned teachers that I worked with. Now, after only a week of planning and setting up, the dark circles under my eyes begged to differ.
The third time I reached for the snooze I was successful and I was sinking back into my pillow for nine more minutes of sleep when I felt a familiar hardness pressing into my back. An arm snaked slowly around my front, reaching up under my tank top and just barely brushing the underside of my breast.
"Not today, Jake," I mumbled into my pillow. My boyfriend, Jacob, hated the first month of school. I was always so drained that he was often neglected until Columbus Day weekend.
"Come on, Bella, one last time before I lose you in a pile of papers and books," he half growled, half whined as he began to assault my neck.
"Jake, no," I said more assertively this time, "the last thing I need to have to greet a class of 11 and 12 year olds is a hickey the size of a quarter on my neck."
I felt Jake smile as he began to move his mouth down to the top of my breast when I pushed him away.
"I'm sorry babe, but I can't. I need to get in early for the staff meeting."
I could feel Jake slump as he rolled off of me. He brought one hand underneath his head and propped himself up, allowing the sheet to display his tight, tanned abs.
"I can't believe Mr. Rosenthal broke his leg water skiing this weekend," Jake said as I swung my feet on the side of the bed, willing myself to get up and not crawl back under the covers.
Mr. Rosenthal was the P.E. teacher at Rolling Roads. He had been for 35 years. Even though he was pushing 70, and couldn't play all of the games with the kids anymore, he was the most beloved teacher at our school. He made everything from line dancing to flag football fun for the kids. He also had an adventurous streak that hadn't gone away even though he was a grandfather now, and a sharp turn while water skiing on the lake this past weekend had landed him in retirement.
"The kids are going to be crushed," I sighed, "at least they found a replacement for the position," knowing that nobody could replace the lopsided grin that Mr. Rosenthal gave every time a class marched into his gym. I was crushed, too. Mr. Rosenthal was my mentor, his humor and gentle criticism the only thing that kept me from quitting my first year of teaching.
"I know babe. Clark is a great principal though. I'm sure he found a great replacement," Jake said as he pulled his body back under the covers and rolled over, shielding his eyes from what was coming.
I sighed again and padded into the bathroom, wincing as I flicked the light on. One wake up down, 179 to go.