A/N: I have some OC's in here who are Alice's friends, they are decendants of Bella's friends, not that that's really important but I thought you should know. Another thing you need to know is: Yes Bella and Edward are teaching vampire's I always see Human versions of the teacher student love thing so I decided to give it an edge. Please Enjoy. R&R.

Forbidden Fruit 1

APOV

A sharp pain went through my back when I turned around in my bed again, trying to find a position to lay on that didn't hurt that much. After tossing and turning I gave up. I sat up irritated and pulled the hem of my shirt upward I realized that 'his' outburst last night had already left several bruises on the pale skin of my hipbone.
Fucking bastard, I thought sourly. He always managed to hit me where it hurts like hell yet no one would see it accidentally.
I barely managed to reach my crappy phone when it rang.

"Hello?" I croaked.

There was a gasp on the other line and for a moment I wondered if it would be better to hang up before I the caller could start asking unpleasant questions.

"Alice? Alice, are you okay?"

I forced myself to speak clearly to console Erica, my best friend. She's a darling and the nicest person I have ever met in my life.

"Yeah, just a little tired. I kind of slept in."

"How can you sleep in on the first day of school?" She asked, and I could imagine the panicked expression on her face when she thought about possibly being late.

"Relax, I'll be down in a second."

I hung up before she could ask any more unpleasant questions and grabbed my backpack. Quietly I descended the stairs, hoping not to wake up Joseph. As usual he was snoring on the couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles and food cartons. A shiver of fear ran down my spine when his loud snore broke the silence but thank god his blue gray eyes remained closed. There would be hell to pay if I accidently woke him up.
Slowly I opened the door and closed it after myself. I managed not to limp to Erica's old gray Volkswagen Beetle and was relieved when I remembered Erica was on her monthly by now because she always carried Advil.
I carelessly threw my backpack in the back seat before I sat next to her waiting for her to take off. She didn't start the engine and I raised one eyebrow in confusion.

"Is something wrong with the car?"

She looked exasperated and forced her voice to sound hard and strict like Officer Newton's.

"Click it or ticket; young lady." After a few seconds of her trying to keep a straight face she started laughing, and I buckled my seatbelt as she drove off.

"So, how was your weekend?" She asked before taking a small sip from the plastic cup of coffee in her left hand.

I had stayed at her place most of the summer but last weekend I had to return to my so-called home because Joseph wanted me to clean the garage. For a moment I considered telling her the truth, she was my best friend and I hated to hide things from her but deep inside of I knew that it would be better not to tell her and so decided to keep 'his' physical attacks on me a secret.

"It was pretty boring as usual. How was yours?"

She smiled widely and pushed her black-rimmed glasses back on her nose.

"I saw the new teachers at the music store when I got my flute. Mr. Cullen is so handsome…and young…all in all just effing hot! Thank god, I chose music this year! He's definitely mine."

I was a little surprised at her. Erica was not the type of girl to swoon over a guy like that... ever. I dismissed it and rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm.

"That's kind of illegal you know."

She scoffed as she took a left. "I was only kidding. Jeez I'm not looking for a hook up with a pedophile. Besides he's married to the new French teacher."

Before I could ask her about said French teacher we were in the lot and the bell rang. We ran to our first class, French 2 and I was relieved when I saw the teacher wasn't there yet.

Erica and I sat down quietly on the two only remaining seats that were unfortunately in the first row directly in front of the teacher's desk. A few minutes later the door to the classroom opened again and the class went abruptly silent. When I raised my head from the book I had been staring at instead of actually reading, my mouth fell open and it took me a moment to remember how to close it again.

If god existed in any kind of way then she had to be an angel sent straight from heaven above. Her skin was extremely pale, too pale even for a rainy place like Forks, but at the same time it was absolutely flawless, almost translucent looking. I would've thought she was albino except for the fact that her hair had color along with her eyes. Her dark mahogany colored hair had just a few red streaks and flowed to her slim yet slightly curvy waist. It was wrong and completely inappropriate but I couldn't help but move my eyes up and down her beautifully crafted body. I noted that she was at least six inches taller than my 4'11. For a few moments I glanced longingly over her designer clothes then I looked back at her face and noticed for the first time her dark golden colored eyes. I had never seen such beautiful eyes in my entire life. Were they real, or was she wearing contacts?

My thoughts were broken when she took a deep breath and spoke up for the first time since she had entered the room.

"Hello class, I am Mrs. Cullen and I will be teaching French 2 this year."

Jeff, the class nerd, mumbled something like. "She could teach me all the French she knows and I'm definitely not talking about the language."

A part of me wanted to laugh while another part of me wanted to smack him in the back of the head for his immature comment and another part almost agreed with him. She ignored him completely and picked up her clip board. I couldn't help but notice the beautiful, shiny, nice sized rock on her finger. Talk about depressing... I wish I could have a ring like that I lied to myself.

"Okay class, roll time. Feel free to correct me if I get your name wrong."

I was too entranced by her slightly low raspy voice to hear her call my name and so I almost jumped from my seat when Erica nudged me with her elbow. I feared abrupt physical contact more than anything.

"What?" I whispered towards her. She pointed to Mrs. Cullen, who was staring at me.

"Mary-Alice Brandon?"

I didn't know why, but I blushed all over my face when I heard her call my name. I wanted to hear her say it again and again. For a split second her eyes met mine and somehow I managed to force myself to stumble out a verbal response.

"Please, just call me Alice. Mary-Alice is just for the papers."

She smiled and nodded her head. "Sure thing if you prefer it that way, Alice."

I blushed again and tried to hide it by sticking my nose into my book again. I never blush. What the hell? As she continued roll Erica nudged me again.

"Okay, What was up with that? Why the hell, are you blushing?"

I shrugged my shoulder because I didn't even know the answer to that. Erica skeptically raised one eyebrow but to my relief she didn't push it. Something hard was thrown at my back, touching one of my sore ribs painfully. I turned to see James in the back row waving his hands frantically for my attention. When he saw me looking at him he mouthed the words: Want to trade seats?

I shook my head and turned around. There was no way I was giving up this seat when French was definitely my favorite subject.

After roll call was over Mrs. Cullen handed out the syllabus and started reading it out loud. Her voice was so perfect, sounding way more than singing like talking especially when she spoke French. I wished I could listen to it for hours. It had a big chance of becoming my favorite sound on earth. Wait! What was wrong with me? I can't be like this! Well I've never been attracted to someone before but I knew I wanted a husband and kids when I grew up. Maybe I was jealous because she was so obviously perfect. Whatever it was, it was wrong and I needed to stop thinking too much about it.

The class bell cut off my internal justification and I quickly shoved my stuff into my dirty old backpack then walked with Erica to Music class. I almost tripped over my own feet when Erica pulled my hand to hurry me.

"Come on! Come one! We need to get front seats!"

We made it to class with minutes to spare and I was forced by Erica to sit with directly her in front of Mr. Cullen.

"Hello Erica, it's nice to see you again." He greeted her nicely as we sat down in our seats.

I rolled my eyes when I saw the overly dreamy expression on her face when she looked him over. He wasn't much to look at. He had tousled copper colored hair that he obviously never brushed. His face was very angular and it could have been beautiful if it weren't for the almost hurt expression he wore on it. To my immense surprise I noticed that his eyes were extremely similar to those of his wife, too similar. Were they related to each other? They had to be related in a way because they had too many physical similarities; their eyes, the paleness of their skin, and the almost celestial perfection of their faces. Maybe they were members of a weird cult that forced its member to marry within their own family. His jaw locked and he frowned at me as if he was somehow capable of knowing what was going on inside my head. It was creepy and made me feel uncomfortable. Before I could continue my internal rant the infamous Karen Mallory sat down next to me.

"Oh my god! Hey Alice, have you seen the teacher? He's like so totally cute. Wouldn't you want to spend detention in his presence?"

I ignored her stupid question and decided to simply change the topic of our conversation.

"What instrument are you playing?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Playing an Instrument? Please, I have my wonderful vocal talents."

I tried my best not to laugh out loud. Karen's voice sounded like a dog dying a slow painful death. A random small chuckle left Mr. Cullen's throat as he sat on the edge of his desk.

"Hello class,"

I rolled my eyes when some girls in the back row audibly sighed.

"I am Mr. Cullen and for those of you who have already wondered I'm Mrs. Cullen's husband, not her brother or her cousin."

I frowned as he smirked directly at me and other girls groaned. Where they jealous because he showed too much attention to me? It wasn't like I was asking for it.

"There's not much to learn in this class except to release your feelings through original musical pieces you will be writing throughout the course of this class..."

Soon I began to zone out but tuned back in when the door opened quietly.

"Edward, I have some papers for you." She handed him the papers with some what of a smile, looked fake to me.

"Thanks, love."

When did we go back to the 1970's? Who calls their wife love anymore? Someone needs to stop watching old soaps. I glanced up and was surprised to see him kissing Mrs. Cullen on the cheek. I was confused when she seemed extremely embarrassed and put off. She caught my eyes and smiled sweetly causing me to swoon. He grimaced as she waved to me and left the classroom. Somehow I couldn't help but smile after her.

Mr. Cullen frowned and returned to his desk. "Mary-Alice, can you answer a question for me? Is a piano a string or percussion instrument?"

He looked at me cockily with his arms folded over his chest causing a few students snickered. I paused as if I didn't knew the answer and cut him off right before he could speak.

"A piano is a hybrid between the two because the strings are connected to hammers that set the vibration."

His jaw locked for a few seconds before he continued reading his syllabus. After a few minutes of listening to his monotone voice the bell finally rang and I was the first one up.

"Sit down, Mary-Alice, I have not dismissed you."

I sat down bitterly and cocked an eyebrow at him. Was he pissed at me because his wife smiled at me? No, that couldn't be. It was a ridiculous assumption.

"Okay, you all may go."

I sped out of class with Erica and Karen.

"Wow Alice, Mr. Cullen already doesn't like you. Wonder how you managed to do that within just one hour."

I ignored Karen's comment and grabbed Erica's hand, swinging it back and forth while we walked down the hall.

"Can I have a favor?"

She looked at me skeptically.

"It depends." I pouted and it already had an effect.

"Can you buy me a violin?" She frowned.

"So, this is why you wouldn't let me buy you anything over the summer."

"Kind of…,"

"Okay, fine, if it makes you happy."

I squealed and kissed her cheek. "Thank you! I owe you big time."

She nodded with a blush. "Yeah you do. I'm, thinking a camping trip next weekend would be the perfect chance to make it up to me."

Before I could respond to her, I heard a strange almost growl-like sound. Near the cafeteria entrance Mrs. Cullen was standing, staring angrily at our joined hands.

Karen nudged me. "Uh, what's up with Mrs. C? Did someone spit in her coffee?"

Right after Karen finished her sentence, Mrs. Cullen shook her head and glided away.

We all looked at each other, shrugged, and went to the table James and Michaela were at.

"Sup, Ali-Cat? I missed you all summer." I smiled slightly at James whose stare made me a bit uncomfortable like always.

"That's because I was hanging with my bestie."

Karen decided to take over the conversation as usual while I stole an apple from James tray to nibble on it. Lunch was almost over when Karen finally brought up the new

teachers.

"Mr. Cullen is such a hottie and could definitely do better than Mrs. Cullen. She's so pasty and weird. The way she was staring at me in front of the cafeteria was creepy."

And that's when I cut in.

"I hope by better you mean an angel and not you because you would be a quite few floors down from better. Oh and just for the record; Mrs. Cullen wasn't looking at you. She was staring at me and Erica holding hands."

I didn't want to stay on Karen's bad side so I continued the conversation with an awkward smile.

"So...anyone up for camping this weekend?"

Everyone responded positively as the bell rang for us to go to our next classes.

A/N: So what did you think? Should I continue? Anything in particular you feel should happen? I'm open to suggestions. Oh and yes I don't like Edward. Oh and I'm 99.9 percent sure there will be know wolves in this story. P.S Alice is a junior. Review.