High School Fever: Take Two
Hello Readers!
I have come to the decision to rewrite my story High School Fever. Thank you, Jessa76 for your review post from The Best Match chapter 11. Remember I don't own anything, but I do own two mutts :).
Chapter one:
Bella's POV:
You would think walking your border collie at night would be okay. You would be right if you were not a single white female. Ya, that's me, walking Tippy- my dog- at night by myself. I know I'm smart. I should be walking him with my boyfriend, but currently said boyfriend is not home, he's at work, 'working' late. Really he's working on his secretary Tanya. He thinks that I don't know, but really, I smell her perfume on him when he comes home. I have been dating him since I was a senior in high school, and he was in his first year of college. I should have noticed sooner that he was cheating but it didn't click, my best friends Alice and Rose always told me the signs as a hint. But it didn't click. I guess I should call them saying I found out and that I'm moving out. I wonder how that conversation will go.
I decided when I got home it would be a good idea to call Alice and her fiancée Jasper about Mister Edward bonk my sectary Cullen. I dialled Alice's number. "Hi you've reached Alice Brandon, personal shopper, please leave a message after the beep." *beep* "Hey Ali, its Bella, give me a call when you get a chance, Thanks, love ya."
Awesome a message and I know Rose is not home she's in New York looking at one of the museums there to get some tips on how to do a particular exhibit here in Seattle. Jasper would be awkward.
I was driving to the high school where I teach English, creative writing and I run the library. I got my BA in English and my . in grades 9-12. I have been teaching for about 3 years now, I love it. Most of the students like me, since I am young and I don't do boring material. I was walking into the office when I noticed a new mailbox not far from my Swan, I. it was McCarty, E. I guess we have a new teacher. I wonder what he or she teaches. I guess I will find out soon enough as there is a new teachers staff meeting during lunch today. So I guess I didn't need to make my lunch this morning.
I made it through my 3 morning classes that consisted of, English to grade 9 and 12 and library training for staff. Great, teaching other teachers how to use the library, and most of them are teachers who have been here for eons.
Lunch was hectic; all 70 staff members were invited to come, to see the fresh meet the school and school board hired. We all sat down in the randomness that was our staff room with our lunches in tow looking at Mr. Vouturi, our principle.
"Hello staff. We have a new addition to the teachers in the gym and language department. Mr. McCarty. Come up and introduce yourself."
"Um, hi. I'm Emmett McCarty; I have my BA in English as well as physical education. I have my . in grades 9-12 in both teaching English and gym. I will also be coaching the football team as well."
Wow I think I have died and gone to heaven. Like seriously, the man was fuck hot. He was huge, large muscles, beautiful thick curly brown hair and eyes that the Mediterranean Sea would envy. I think I need to get to know him.
"Miss Swan." Mr. Vouturi said, I looked up at him. "Since both you and Mr. McCarty are both in the English department, I was thinking you could show him around, his desk beside yours and his class will be too."
"Okay." I squeaked. I didn't know what to say.
After the staff meeting I waited around for Emmett to be done with the other staff, I introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, but call me Bella. I teach English, creative writing as well as run the library."
"Hey, you already know my name and what I teach. I just moved here from New York. But I'm from, Toronto, Canada." He said.
"Oh, I see." I replied, I wonder if the myths are true; they say 'eh' after every sentence, if they live in constant snow and if they are better in bed?
"Yup." He rocked back on he's heels and popped the 'p'.
I took him to the English wing of the school, it was big. "We are a big school, so each of us has our own class rooms and the departments share an office. This was if a student needs us they can find us in two places." We walked down the hall till we reached my room.
"Well Mr. McCarty this is my room. And right to the right is yours. You can decorate it in any way you want also you can move the desks and stuff."
"Cool, wouldn't mind that, I hate having the rows like a lecture hall. I prefer a horse shoe form."
I kept looking at Emmett, he was so different then Edward, not just in appearance but from what little I know about him. He actually liked kids, he could teach. He is compassionate about things, you can tell all this by talking with him for a few minutes.
After class I got to my car, when I was stopped by something big. Like I mean brick wall big, and of course me being clumsy beyond belief I fell on my ass. I must have been a tomato with how hot my checks felt when I say a large hand out in front of me.
"Can I help up?" Emmett asked. So I just held my hand out and nodded as I was sure as the sky is blue I could not form any words. "Sorry I wasn't watching where I was going, Bella." It sounded if a god was saying my name; I wonder how he would say my name as he is coming into me?
"That's alright Emmett, I'm a walking disaster." I laughed; hoping he can't read minds as apparently mine has taken a trip to the gutter. But hey, Edward was cheating on me and I didn't know it so I haven't been sexed in a while. "I'll see you tomorrow Emmett." I said while I was walking away.
"Oh yes, you can count on it." I heard him say. "Oh Bella!"
I turned to see what he wanted. "Ya Emmett?"
"I was wondering if I can have your number just in case if there were any questions I had for tomorrow."
"Oh sure, here." I looked through my bag and scribbled my number on it, and gave it to him.
"Thanks, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
As I got into my car I got a text Bella what do you like in your coffee? ~E.
Black and strong ~B
Cool, I'll see you tomorrow. ~E
I drove home with the biggest stupidest smile on my face, but as I pulled up in my drive, I remembered how stupid my love life is right now. Great what else can go wrong?
Emmett's Pov:
I have been here for a week, getting ready for my new job at this high school. This is a big change from New York, where the people don't take a second glance at you if you are new, and they have an accent that is a mile thick. Then again this is different from my home town of Toronto. It's really rainy here; I wonder how they play football here? But I can't wait till tomorrow when I get to my new school. I will be teaching English and gym. Plus, coaching the football team to glory. That was the main reason I was brought all the way out here. They wanted a winning coach. That's why I am always transferred. First it was a high school back home to two different high schools in New York and now here in Seattle. But I can't wait for the challenge, I was all set and giddy as a school boy ready for his first day of school.
I walked into the office and say the secretary there, I was here a few week ago to meet the coaching staff and principle, so the getting around the school shouldn't be a problem.
"Mr. McCarty." Mr. Voloturi said with his hand extended.
"Good Morning Sir, how are you?"
"Oh I'm fine. We are going to have a staff lunch-in, so I can introduce the new head coach of the Panthers, and the new addition to the English and gym staffing teams."
"Okay, until then what do you want me to do?"
"You will be looking at the team this year and reviewing old game tapes so we can beat the Wolves this year." He said. "Finally." I heard him sigh, but I don't think I should have.
So I was lead to the coaches' office and set up there, I looked over the game tapes and I decided that we needed fresh meat in this team, or something because there was now spirit on this team, hell the school.
Before I knew it lunch rolled around, as half looking forward and half dreading this 'lunch-in/meeting' I mean couldn't I just bump into the staff in the lounge, office or hallways. Or even when I needed to talk to them about failing a student making him eligible to play ball. But seeing I was the new teacher and all, I had to go. So I made my way down to the staff room and sat down in one of the large brown chairs. Mr. Voloturi nodded his head in my direction, so I stood up and went beside him.
"Hello staff. We have a new addition to the teachers in the gym and language department. Mr. McCarty. Come up and introduce yourself." Mr. V said. Great I hate speaking to people I work with, it's so much easier to talk to the hormonal teens.
"Um, hi. I'm Emmett McCarty; I have my BA in English as well as physical education. I have my . in grades 9-12 in both teaching English and gym. I will also be coaching the football team as well."
Mr. V had Miss Isabella Swan show me around. Damn she was hot. Her eyes held something, a cross between shy, anger and happiness. I wonder if she's single.
I want to get to know her so I asked for her number so, I told her it was for if I had any questions. But in reality it's so I can ask her out later on, once I know she is single.
I had Bella's coffee in my hand, heading for the English office. I thought she was there, but she wasn't. So I went to the library, because yesterday she said that she is also the librarian. No luck there. So my very last stop was to the supply board we have in the office, to see if she's away. It turns out she is. Well that's great; I really wanted to see her eyes again. Those beautiful big expressive brown eyes that I got lost in yesterday.
So I texted her;
Hello, Miss Swan. How are you feeling this Tuesday morning? –E. I hope I want too strong.
I've been better Mr. McCarty. –B Oh no, I hope she's okay.
Isabella, I hope I'm not being to forward in asking, if I could stop by with dinner. I know a place where they make wonderful chicken soup and homemade bread. That may make you feel better.-E
Emmett, that sounds wonderful. Text me when you are leaving the school I will let you know where I live from there. Cool? –B
That sounds great, feel better see you in a few hours. O- E
That's awesome I have a mini date with a beautiful girl, I wonder how she will like my homemade chicken soup. I make it every weekend. My Mom taught me.
Bella's POV:
There was no way I was going to work today. A part from my melt down yesterday with my friends and seeing Emmett, there was no way I was going to do that. I couldn't deal with 100's of teenagers today, so I called in sick.
I just sat at home watching daytime TV which I haven't done since high school, and looked at the photos I have of Tippy. Like I mean really; why would he take my dog? I have had him since puppy hood, I want him back. I must have gone through ten boxes of Kleenex today and several last night. I had the best friends a girl could ever ask for. People, who would drop anything to just help a girl out, like Rose, she came home just to see me, and she took the red-eye which she hates. Then Alice, dropped her clients for last night and Jasper, well he came over from his restaurant to see me. I love them to death.
Throughout the day I had several co-workers call me, text me, or even E-mail me, to see how I was. As I am hardly ever sick. Angela E-mailed me asking how I was, I told her I had a little cold so I thought it would be best of I relaxed at home before I got worse. The one I wasn't expecting was Emmett. He texted me first thing in the morning, I assume when he went to the office. He asked if I was okay, I told him I have been better. So he asked if he could come by after school with soup. How sweet. I told him yes and that when he was finished with the day I would text him the directions to get to my house.
When school was over Emmett texted me saying he was going to be about an hour or so, he needed to do something. I let him know how to get to my house. I realized that I have been in a coma like state for one and a half days and my house is a mess. I couldn't have this so I cleaned up; dishes vacuumed the non-existent dog hair and even took a quick shower before I heard the doorbell ring letting me know that someone was here for me. My stomach was doing flips I could have sworn that someone was practicing their gymnastic routine for London 2012. I was so nervous. I don't think when Edward asked me out the first time I was like this. Hell when I had sex with him the first time I wasn't as bad as this. I hope he was ready for shy, awkward Bella. After what must have felt like hours on his end I opened the door, and was greeted by two dimples first, then the proper 'hello' greeting.
"Hey Bella, may I come in?" He asks I totally forgot to get him into the house. So I bush a deep Christmas red.
"Sure, sorry, I'm not thinking straight tonight." I apologize.
"That's okay, you haven't been well, and I forgive you. But if it happens again, well let's just say it won't be pretty." He laughed; he instantly broke any and all tension from the awkward welcome.
He held in his hands a plastic bag, which I assume is the food, it smells delish. As well as beautiful bouquet of Gerber daisies, my favourite flower. I thanked him for the flowers and showed him to the kitchen. "So where did you get the soup?" I ask him.
"I made it. I did say the best homemade soup around, which I happen to make." He says as he gives me a cheeky smile, which I start to notice is his signature grin. This made my stomach do more summer salts then before.
"Wow, you're cute, you teach and you cook. Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. I guess my mouth filter is off and in for repair because I actually asked that.
He chuckled. "Nope no girlfriend, haven't met the right one yet."
Yup I think my face is about nine shades of red right now, I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.
"So do you want me to put the soup on?" He asked.
"Sure, I'll get a pot out for you." I searched my cupboard for a large pot and gave it to him. He started to fix the soup into the pot, while I set the table. I like this first date.
"Hey Bella can you also set out small side plates, I had some homemade bread from yesterday that I brought over as well. Soup will take another ten minutes give or take."
"Okay, I'll finish setting the table then we can go into the family room."
We made our way in comfortable science. Sat down and just talked about nonsense; favourite colour, food, sport. Which was surprising you would think a guy who coaches football that his favourite sport would be it, nope not Emmett that would be too easy. His sport is hockey. But he said that he couldn't play worth a damn so he ended up playing and coaching football instead.
"Bella, I think the soup is ready, so we can go back to the kitchen and have some soup." I followed him up to my kitchen and watched him dish out the lovely smelling soup and cut up the loaf of bread that accompainied it.
We ate our first bite in complete science. It was heavenly. I can't believe he went into teaching and not cooking, it's awesome.
"Emmett this is so good, oh. Where did you learn to cook like this? This is truly a talent."
"Well my grandmother McCarty came to live with us from when I was seven years old, and she always said that a man needs to know how to cook to feed himself, then later in life how to cook to please his wife and kids. She was a free thinker. She thought that a parent should stay home during the first five years, so that they can instil their values and make sure that their child has a clear view on life, not a jaded one at age five. So she taught me how to cook, so that when I have a woman in my life I can please her in two places." He ended off with his signature cheeky grin.
"And Mr. McCarty, what two places would that be?" I asked, trying to keep my mind out if the gutter.
He leaned close so that I could feel his breath on my cheek, "in the kitchen and" he gave me a real lady-killer grin, one that showcased his dimples, "the bedroom."
I had to resist the urge to fan myself. But damn he can make me hot in like three point three seconds.
"Um, wow." I blushed, he just grinned.
"So, Bella what happened today, you seemed fine yesterday. But you didn't come today?"
"Oh, I got that twenty-four hour flu bug thingy. I was up all night. I didn't think I could do the English language justice today." I knew that he knew that something was wrong; I don't want to tell him about Edward and Tippy. "So Emmett, do you have any brothers or sisters?" I want the attention off of me.
"Ya, I do. Jacob. He was adopted when I was seven he was seven as well. His parents passed away suddenly and there was no next of kin, so he was put into the system and my parents fell in love with him so they adopted him once they could. We are as close as actual blood brothers could be. How about you, have any siblings?"
"No it's just me. I liked it that way. My parents had a divorce when I was young and I don't think I could have dealt with anyone else getting shipped from one state to another for the major holidays and summers."
"Oh I see what states did you live in?"
"Arizona, Phoenix to point exactly and Washington, Forks again exactly. It was hard but we managed. Then my mom remarried to a minor league ball player, and I thought it would be good if they had some alone time so when I was seventeen, I moved in with my dad, who was and still is police chief of Forks. So I have been in Washington ever since." I smiled remembering my first day at Forks High- the day I decided I wanted to be an English teacher.
"Bella, I love your smile, what's the cause of it? I hope I am."
"Well, for two reasons, (a) I'm having a delicious dinner made by you and (b) I am remembering why I wanted to teach."
"Really, now why would you want to teach?"
"Because, when you go into your grade elven (a/n I don't know American grading system) English class and you see your teacher butchering the language you have so much respect for, you want to change it somehow. And I thought what better way to teach English the way it should be taught." I smiled remembering the teacher. "Now how about you, what made you want to teach English and gym plus coach football?"
"Well, I always wanted to play pro hockey, like every Canadian boy, but I wasn't very good, so my parents thought with my size I would be better suited to football, which was true. I was going to play for the Canadian Football League, but I hurt my shoulder and so that was out. But I always believed in having a backup plan, so I thought of teaching. But I didn't want to be that jock teacher, so I majored in English so I can actually teach and then coach on the side. Mr. V asked if I could teach some gym classes here, I said yes. And the rest they say is history."
"That's cool; you mentioned a few days ago, that you came from New York?"
"Ya, I had a high school coaching job there. I didn't have much fun, like I said I wanted to teach first then second coach. The school didn't see it my way, a CFL recruit, needed to be a full time coach and a part time supply teacher. So I started applying at different schools and here hired me as an English teacher and then as a football coach. I think I will be really happy here." He said, taking my hand and squeezing it. My heart fluttered, at his touch.
This was sweet, I thought to myself. Edward and I were never this sweet. Possibly in the beginning but not now, we were just two people who thought they loved each other. I guess it's good that Edward did fuck his secretary so that we could realize the shitty relationship we had together. So I kind of forgive him for that, but as for Tippy. I don't think I can.
We were having biscuits for dessert, when the phone started to ring. I got this awful pit in my stomach, that wouldn't let up. It rang three more times before the answering system kicked in; I heard a nasty, vile voice- the kind that would make an army general weep. I knew this day could get bad fast.
"Isabella…" the disgusting voice said.
A/N: There you have it the new Chapter one :) I hope you like it! (nothing was changed I just condensed the first three chapters into this one.) Please Review, and read :p. Have a great week…only two more weeks of school….for the parents who read my story…sorry you get your kids 24/7, no worries I am a preschool teacher. We are still opened over the summer so I get no reprieve.