Hi everyone! This is my first fic. I hope you all love it! Just a few things before we begin:

1. Chelsea is 17 in this story. Carlisle is biologically 23. I decided to start their relationship while she was 17, as I didn't see anything wrong with it.

2. This is set at the beginning of Twilight. Edward/Bella is still happening, but is not the focus of this story.

3. Carlisle is NOT married to Esme. Though she is still a motherly figure to the family

4. Carlisle is a doctor, but decided to try teaching for a year to see if he enjoyed it.

5. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT

Enjoy! :)

"Chelsea?" A silky voice sounded, snapping me back to reality. I sat upright immediately to see the whole class staring at me, including my teacher. His eyebrows were slightly raised, his butterscotch eyes locked on my own. I felt warmth pool in my stomach and felt it rise to my face.

"Sorry, I was up late" was all I could muster. He smiled warmly at me, the rest of the class turning back around to face the front again. His eyes lingered while he continued with the lesson. I dropped my gaze to my notebook in front of me. I picked up my pen to start taking some notes, when the bell rang.

"Chelsea, a word if you please," I heard the same silken voice beckon. I felt my face flush as I packed up my books. My friend, Tiffany, who was sitting next to me gave me a pointed look. All I could do was shrug in return. She followed the rest of the class as they filed out the door. I saw her texting on her phone, and just as she left the room, I felt my own phone vibrate. "Tell me everything!" the message read.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, as I made my way up to the front of the room where my teacher was finishing up dusting the chalk notes off the blackboard.

"Dr Cullen, I am so sorry. I was up late studying and-" I began. He turned around with a kind smile on his lips.

"It is quite alright, Chelsea." He mused. He moved in front of his teaching desk and leaned against it while crossing his arms. The cotton of his shirt pulled tight against his defined arms. I could barely look away. "How are you, by the way? I have noticed you falling behind in class." I tore my eyes away from his arms and looked at his face. He wore a look of true concern, which made the warmth in my face grow even hotter.

"I am fine. I just…" I sighed, "I have just been distracted, is all." I had to look away from him. His eyes were so intense I felt as if he was looking right through me. He sighed, and put his hands in his pockets.

"I don't want you, or any of my students, to fail my class. I care about my students." He looked down as he pulled one of his hands out of his pocket. Outstretching it to me, I noticed it was a small white card. "Here, take my number. I want you to call me if you ever need any help. With school work of otherwise."

I reached out and took the card. Our fingers touched for the briefest moment, but I felt an electric current course through me at the touch. I couldn't bring myself to look up into his eyes, fearing it would give all my thoughts away.

He put his hands back in his pockets and stood up. He lithely walked towards to the door and opened it for me, smiling kindly. It was so genuine that I couldn't help but feel all my insecurities melt away. "Goodbye, Chelsea." he said as I walked out the door.

"Goodbye, Dr Cullen," I smiled up at him. I took one last look into his caramel eyes before turning and walking down the hallway.

"Damnit!" I muttered as I realised I left my notebook on my desk. I was already at the door leading out of the school. I sighed frustratedly and turned on my heels. I almost made it to the door when I heard Dr Cullens voice. It sounded like he was talking to someone. I decided to wait a little while to make sure I wasn't interrupting anything important.

"Yes, Alice. I gave her my card." He sounded slightly agitated. Alice? Who was that? Oh! Thats right. His adopted children also attended Forks High. How could I have forgotten.

My train of thought was stopped when I heard a musical voice reply to him. "She will call, Carlisle. I promise." Was she talking about me? Why?

I heard him sigh. "I hope you're right." His voice seemed detached. "Alice?"

"Shh. She is here." Her wind chime voice sounded more stressed.

Shit. Well I guess thats my cue, I thought. I took a deep breath and tried to pretend I hadn't just heard their conversation. I knocked swiftly on the door. I heard the handle turn, and there he was.

Dr Cullen gave me a dazzling smile as though he really was happy to see me. I smiled weakly in return. "I forgot my book…" I said slowly. To be honest, I was so lost in his eyes that I couldn't even remember where my book was. He didn't seem to mind as he hadn't made an attempt to move or look away. He just stood there with his dazzling smile, his right hand in his pocket and his left hand holding the door open.

Snap out of it! I commanded myself. He is your teacher! I shook my head quickly to clear my mind. Dr Cullen cleared his throat and moved out of my way. I walked through the doorway and realised that something was off. I looked around. There was nobody else in the room.

I turned and looked at Dr Cullen. "Weren't you just…" I began.

"Is everything okay?" He replied. I could sense a trace of something in his voice. Amusement maybe?

"Nevermind" I replied, feeling the blush creep up to my cheeks again. I quickly made my way to my desk and picked up my book. Dr Cullen was leaning against his desk again in the same position as before, hands in his pockets and warm smile on his face. He seemed to be watching me intently. This didn't help the blush. "Thank you again for your card." I said as confidently as I could despite my head swimming. I swore he was speaking to Alice. And about me! What is going on?

"It is no problem at all, Chelsea. And again, do not hesitate to call me if you need anything. Like I said, I care about my students." He replied in a tone that matched his smile.

I walked out the door again, not looking back. I was too confused. I didn't need to be caught in his stare again. I had already embarrassed myself enough. I began walking down the long hallway out of the school. I swear after a few seconds I could hear muffled voices again. The same warm silk and the same musical wind chimes as before. Only this time I didn't try to listen to what they were saying. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know.

I kept walking till I got to my car, opened the door, and put my bag and books on the passenger side. As I sat down on the drivers seat I realised I never let go of Dr Cullens card. Nor did I look at it.

It was a creamy white colour, with light caramel gold lettering. The same colour as his eyes.

His eyes were the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. The way they shone were akin to sparkling topazes. I could easily find myself staring into them forever. It is a wonder how I even fell asleep in his class in the first place.

I put the key into the ignition and turned. Nothing happened. I tried again more forcefully. Nothing again. This couldn't be happening! I filled the tank this morning. What do I do?! I thought. I glanced down at the card. Should I? He did say call if I needed anything. And besides, he would not have left the school yet. So it would be easier than making a or my mom come pick me up.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. The thought of calling him had unleashed a whole torrent of butterflies in my tummy.

Ok. I am going to do it.

I took out my phone, and pressed the numbers into the phone. My thumb hovered over the "Call" button. Come on, I told myself, I dare you. You never back down from a dare.

I tapped the button and brought the phone up to my ear. It rang once, twice, and then he answered.

"Hello? This is Dr Carlisle Cullen speaking," He answered formally.

"Hi," I replied. My voice cracked, so I cleared my throat and started again. "Hi Dr Cullen. Its Chelsea. I am so sorry to call you so soon, but my car wont start-"

"Chelsea! Say no more. I was just about to leave. I will be there shortly." Then he hung up. I didn't even get a chance to tell him where my car was parked!

A few seconds later I heard a sharp knock on the window, startling me. I dropped my phone in response and quickly reached for it. I grabbed it as soon as I touched it and straightened up.

Dr Cullen was standing mere inches away from me now. "Let me help you," he said quietly. He reached across me to the passenger side and took my bag and books. A wonderful scent enveloped me. I couldn't help but breath in deeply. It smelled of cinnamon, old books, and what I could only describe as sunshine.

As he was still leaned across me, I looked up at his face. It was now only inches from me. He looked down and caught my eyes in his. I had never seen them so close. The were a beautifully rich colour of burning gold and seemed to shine. I had seen them from a distance and always described them as topazes. But now I could see they were much more of a molten gold.

I heard him chuckle quietly, sending a waft of spice my way. He straightened up and held a hand out to me. "My lady?" He teased. Well it was fitting. It seemed like he was my knight in shining armour right now.

I took his hand and felt the same electric shock. I realised why this was. His hand was freezing! It felt like he had been washing his hands with ice water. He seemed to notice this and his sunny expression faltered for a moment.

"I am very sensitive to the cold…" He explained. It seemed like he said it more for his own benefit than mine. I just nodded. It made sense, I guess. I mean, I am very sensitive to the heat so I know where he was coming from.

I stepped out of the car with my hand still in his. "Now, if you would like, I could call you a taxi. I would pay of course. Or I can drive you home myself. It is entirely up to you." He said as he began walking. He still hadn't let go of my hand, so I was forced to follow.

"What about my car?" I asked him. I couldn't just leave it here!

"It is already taken care of. Trust me." He looked down at me and smiled. I felt calm instantly spread through my body. No one has ever had such an effect on me just by their voice.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be taking your money…" I began. "So I think I would prefer you to take me yourself."

"Chelsea, you wouldn't be taking my money. I would be ensuring my students safety."

Oh right. He was my teacher. Through this whole ordeal I had almost completely forgotten about that. It felt like someone had tipped a bucket of water over my head and woken me from a dream. I swiftly removed my hand from his, causing him to looked at me with a bemused expression.

I looked down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact. I knew that if I did, I would deeply regret the decision to distance myself from him. Something about him just drew me in. His smell, his voice, and especially his eyes.

We made our way in silence to a sleek Mercedes parked alone in a corner of the car pack. Always the gentleman, he opened the door for me and bowed slightly. I took my seat quickly, not wanting him to be out in the cold for too long. He was sensitive to it, after all. In less than a few seconds he had opened the drivers side door and was seated beside me.

"Well," he began. "You should probably tell me where to go." He grinned at me. I could have sworn that my heart stopped. I mumbled my address as best I could. It was hard to think while being so distracted! He must know the effect he has on people.

I tried to distract myself from what I could describe as a greek god sitting only inches away. I tried everything! I looked out the window, I checked my phone, I made sure I had everything I needed.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked politely. He gazed over at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Just worrying about my car…" I replied with a small smile.

"Ah, there is no need! I will make arrangements for your car to be fixed by the morning. Although, it may not be until 11am or so. I would be more than happy to pick you up in the morning? Your car would be back at school by the end of the day."

I swallowed. It was embarrassing enough having to ask my biology teacher to drive me home, but having him drive me to school may just be too much.

"You really don't have to do that. I am sure I can manage something,"

"Really, Chelsea, it would be no trouble at all. Besides, it would give us a chance to talk about your school work. You are a brilliant student, but we all need a little guidance now and again." He was looking back at the road now.

It seemed like he had already decided he would be picking me up, so I didn't try to talk him out of it. I just nodded and hoped we would be at my house soon.

I hope he didn't think I was being rude to him. I did appreciate all his efforts to help me, but it was hard to stay focused. I was constantly needing to remind myself that was my teacher. He was doing these things because he has a duty of care, and because he cares about my studies.

I should really be counting myself lucky. Many girls in my class would dream about an opportunity to be alone with him. I mean, not every girl gets the chance to look up into his molten eyes, to be close enough to smell the cinnamon on him, to feel his lips against theirs…

What? Where did that come from? We had done no such thing. I felt the deep blush on my cheeks become even redder. How was that even possible?

Before I knew it, we were parked in front of my house. Dr Cullen had put his arm behind the headrest on my seat and was now facing me.

"Well," I began. "This is my house."

"So it is."

"You are welcome to come inside if you like. I can make you a coffee or tea?"

"No thank you, Chelsea. I must be getting home. But thank you so much for the offer." He smiled genuinely at me. My heart skipped a beat.

"I…" To be honest, I didn't even know what I had begun to say. I just thought the silence was too intense. My thoughts were so loud in my head I was worried hear would hear them.

"Yes?"

"I should be getting out of the car now. Thank you again, Dr Cullen." I stammered.

"Please, call me Carlisle. We are not on school grounds right now. And I want you to be comfortable."

"Ok… Carlisle." I couldn't help but smile when I said his name. "Thank you again for driving me home."

"It was no trouble. I will be here in the morning at 8. Does that suit you?" He opened his door and took a step out. I took my seatbelt off and gathered my things. Carlisle opened my door for you, and held out his hand again. I took it, not being shocked by his cold skin. I knew to expect it this time.

"8 would be wonderful." I was looking at his chest which was right in front of my face now. Then I looked up to his neck, then to his lips which were smiling kindly down at me. They looked so soft… I wondered what they taste like… Ok stop it! I thought. This is ridiculous. HE. IS. YOUR. TEACHER.

My gaze was still on his lips when he opened his mouth, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and bit his lower lip the tiniest bit. My mouth dropped open. I had never seen someone so gorgeous.

"I must be going now…" His silken voice said, a waft of spice and old books filling my senses again. "I will see you in the morning."

"Okay. Drive safely," Was all I could manage. I could barely remember my own name right now.

He chuckled and let go of my hand. I turned and watched him get back into his car. He waved once from the drivers seat and flashed me another brilliant smile. I returned the smile and wave, and he began to drive away. I watched the car until it was out of sight.

What had just happened? I shook my head to get his eyes out of my mind. It didn't seem to work. He had completely taken over my thoughts. For someone who was supposedly worried about my studies, he didn't seem to be doing a good job of keeping me focused.

I hurried inside as it had started to drizzle. I opened the door and quickly entered. My mom would still be at work, so I put my bag near the door and took my notebook out. Dr Cullen, Carlisle, was right. I had been falling behind. So I decided to revise my class notes.

I opened to the page I was using in class. My eyes opened wider when I saw writing on the page. This wasn't my writing. It was fluid and graceful and perfect.

"All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."

I didn't write this. I quickly took out my phone and opened Safari. I typed the quote into google and found that it was from a Shakespeare sonnet.

"When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,

For all the day they view things unrespected;

But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,

And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.

Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,

How would thy shadow's form form happy show

To the clear day with thy much clearer light,

When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!

How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made

By looking on thee in the living day,

When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade

Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."

I had no idea what to think of this. Who would write such a thing in my notebook? And how did I not notice. Maybe I should call Tiffany. She did want me to tell her what had happened with Dr Cullen, Carlisle, anyway.

I found her name in my phone and tapped "Call". I held the phone up to my ear and waited.

"Chelsea! You called! Ok. Tell me EVERYTHING." She said excitedly.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you really. He told me was worried about my grades and gave me his number-"

"WHAT?! He gave you his number?!"

"Well yeah, it was on his card-"

"Oh my god. Chels, he so wants you!"

"Dont be ridiculous! Anyway. are you going to let me finish?" I asked, feeling slightly annoyed at her interruption.

"Okay okay, sorry. Go on." She quickly said.

"Okay. Anyway, yes. He gave me his card and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. I said ok and goodbye and left. I almost got outside when I realised that I left my notebook-"

Thats when it hit me. I left my notebook inside the classroom. And when I got it back, it had a mysterious quote inside.

"Um… Tiff, I am going to have to call you back."

"WHAT! No! Chelsea!"

"Im sorry!" I said as I hung up.

I left my book in the classroom, with Carlisle. And next time I checked it I had a Shakespeare quote on the exact page I left it open on. Not just any Shakespeare quote, but from a sonnet about how a man longs to be with his lover and dreams of her just to see her.

There is no other explanation other than Carlisle writing it in my book. Not to mention the handwriting was absolutely beautiful. I know that no one else could have written so beautifully.

I need to call him, I thought to myself. I need to call him and get this sorted out. What is he doing to me?!

I found his number in my "Recently Called" list and took a deep breath. Hopefully he wasn't still driving.

My hands were shaking as I tried to calm myself. I took a deep breath and told myself that everything would be ok. I tapped his number.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Chelsea," His velvety voice purred into my ear. "Did you forget something?"

I swallowed and tried to calm myself.

"Not exactly," I replied in a surprisingly calm voiced despite my insides churning. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead,"

"When I got inside I decided to revise my notes from class…" I wondered if he knew where I was going with this.

"Well thats great! I am glad to hear you are wanting to study."

"Well it isn't just that. I noticed a small passage that had been written in my book…"

"Oh?"

"Yes, and I didn't write it…"

"I see. Do you think someone has vandalised your book? I can talk to the class tomorrow about respecting personal property."

"No, no. Thats ok. Actually I was calling because… Um.." I tried to get it out. "Well I thought maybe you wrote it."

"Me? Why would you think that?" He sounded surprised.

"It was written in beautiful handwriting, and the quote was from Shakespeare… And I did leave my book in the classroom accidentally."

"… Chelsea. What was the quote?"

I repeated it to him and waited, my stomach churning with anticipation.

"Chelsea, I did not write that." He said rather seriously. My heart sank in disappointment. I had half hoped that he had written it. Now I felt like an idiot. "I did not write it, but I know who did."

"What? Who?"

"Before you came back to get your book, my daughter came to see me. She is quite meddling sometimes… I think she wrote the quote in your book. She knows a lot of girls in the class… Well lets just say that a lot of the girls are very attentive in class. I believe this was just a little game she tried to play." He explained calmly.

Of course it was. I sighed. I wont lie, a small part of me did hope that it was Dr Cullen who wrote the quote. I was more disappointed than I thought I would be.

But then again, he was my teacher. Why would I have ever imagined he would leave such a thing for me to find.

"Okay, I understand. Sorry for disturbing you." I tried not to let the disappointment seep into my voice, but I am sure he knew because I heard him sigh.

"I am sorry that Alice did that. It was very cruel of her, causing such confusion. What did you think of the sonnet, anyway?" He sounded sad when he started talking, and then sounded as if he decided to cheer the conversation up.

"It was very beautiful. How the man sees his love in his dreams because he misses her…" I replied.

"It is one of my favourite pieces of writing. I do agree with you, but I always liked to think he sees her in his dreams because he hasn't found her yet. He spends his life waiting and wishing to find her so much that he sees her in his dreams and when he closes his eyes. I can relate…" He now sounded a bit sad again.

"Carlisle…" I didn't know what I was going to say, but it hurt me to hear him sounding so upset. If I had any idea this call would upset him, I would not have done it. "I know you said that I can call you if I ever need anything, but I want you to know that you can do the same with me." it was a genuine offer, too. Although I doubt he saw it as more than just being polite.

"Thank you Chelsea. You are a kind girl. Once again, I am sorry about my daughters behaviour. I will have a word with her. I will see you in the morning,"

"Yes, see you then," I replied. "Goodbye, Dr Cullen."

"Please, call me Carlisle," He said, sounding happier.

"Goodbye, Carlisle," I smiled at his name.

"Goodbye, Chelsea." My name on his voice made me sigh. The way he said it sounded so lovely.

I hung up and put my phone on the kitchen bench. I took a deep breath and looked at the quote again. "He spends his life waiting and wishing to find her so much that he sees her in his dreams and when he closes his eyes. I can relate…" I wonder what he meant. Surely he couldn't be lonely. With his gorgeous features and kind heart, how could he be? I am sure he could have any woman he wanted.

I closed the notebook and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and remembered his warm eyes and his kind smile. How could he be lonely?

My phone started to ring. I looked down and saw Tiffany was calling me. I answered and prepared myself for the onslaught of questions I was about to endure.

We talked for 45 minutes. She asked everything from what his car was like to how long he looked at me when he said goodbye.

She had come to the conclusion that he was in love with me. I just laughed at her. Of course she would say that. She has an overactive imagination, for one, and I am sure it would seem like he was interested from his actions. But I just assured her that he was being friendly, nothing more.

Though, deep inside me, I wished she was right.