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Bella

Sitting two seats down the middle isle of the classroom trying to blend in, I looked at the blank white board in front of me, taking in the sounds of the students shuffling themselves into the desks surrounding me.
The ruffling of pages and the clicking of pens as the students readied themselves for class surrounded me. I looked from the board to the clock, anticipating the beginning of the last class I had to take. Four years I had been working hard, spending all my free time studying, reading, ignoring the world around me (much to my friend's displeasure).
I was taking the final class I needed to get my coveted Masters in English, AP classes in high school, 18-20 credit semesters, including summer, to get me to where I am now, sitting in this class surrounded by freshmen.

Freshmen!

I wouldn't even have to take this damn class if my advisor hadn't "accidentally" forgotten to tell me I had to. To say I was pissed was an understatement! I did not find it so coincidental that my advisor "forgot" when I found out the great Professor Newton was the one who taught it.

Yeah right! He forgot…my ass.

Luckily there was such a demand for this class that another slot opened with a different Professor. I didn't know who they were, and frankly, I couldn't give a shit, I knew it wasn't Newton. I could feel the shiver run down my spine just thinking about Newton, that man gave me the creeps.

Quick as a fucking flash I dropped out of the one I was enrolled with Newton and signed up for the other.

I was scowling down at my paper when the chair next to me scraped loudly on the floor, causing me to jump slightly. I heard a soft chuckle and turned in that direction to give them a piece of my mind only to be met by, not a face, but a perfect, perverted view of a cloth covered crotch. Oh and what a lovely crotch it was!
The man's hips were gyrating slightly, making the black material shift and allowing me to see the bulge, and not a small one, barely contained beneath.

Fuck me!

My eyes almost popped out of my head when he adjusted his stance on the chair and turned a little further my way. I swallowed thickly, the smell of him invading my senses and making my panties dampen slightly. I finally managed to rip my eyes from his crotch to follow it up, past his waistline, which looked slim and lean beneath a crisp white button down shirt, his black tie swaying slightly with his movement.

Was he sent here to torture me with his god like body!

I heard another light chuckle just before the man stepped down from the chair, forcing me to look into his face at last.
Oh My!

The greenest eyes I have ever seen were staring back at me before they shifted to my paper and then back at me. There was a smug smirk on his lips as he pushed the chair back in as my face flamed with what I was sure was the deepest shade of red my face had ever been covered with.

What the hell was he doing on the chair anyway? I glanced up quickly and noticed the projector was right above my head. Oh. Now I really feel dumb.

I looked back into his face and into those green eyes, seconds passed and I couldn't take it anymore, I lowered my eyes quickly and reveled in the fire currently residing on my skin, and that's when I saw it, and I could feel the burn increase.

I had been absentmindedly writing on my notebook paper while thinking about the class, Newton, and my current situation.
Shit!

I slumped slightly in my chair as the man walked away, quietly chuckling once more. I looked at the paper again and internally groaned at what I was reading…

Fucking Newton

Piece of shit

Damn freshmen

Can't handle shit

Shit class

Better pass my ass

And there's a fucking poem!

My embarrassment had to be very evident on my face and I bent at the waist just enough to smack my head on the table in front of me after watching the man walk to the front of the class and begin writing on the board.

Fuck me, obviously this was my Professor. Could this get any worse?

"Fuck" I whispered to the table. I looked back up and watched as he wrote on the board. While his back was turned I took in all I could from the angle I had. His slacks were hanging perfectly off his hips and showed one of the best asses I have ever seen.

The shirt he wore conformed perfectly to his wide shoulders and the neck was partially covered by the oddest color hair…bronze with highlights of different browns mixed in. It was all over the place and shifted as he wrote, I could only describe it as unruly…sex hair.

This was compounded when he ran his and through it.

He was a god!

And I was fucked!

There is no way this man could be a professor. Then he began to speak.

Oh Holy Hell!

His voice was like velvet and sex as he began to speak, walking from one row of chairs to the next, passing out the syllabus. The girl who had taken the seat in front of me giggled when he handed her a small stack. I could see a slight frown on his face as he moved on to the next row, clearly unhappy by the girl and her giggling ways.

I let out a snort, granted not very ladylike, but how could I not. The little shit in front of me heard it and thrust the stack at me with a scowl on her overly made face. I just looked at her innocently, took a syllabus, and passed the stack on.

The class seemed to last forever as he spoke about the syllabus and then began a round robin with the students. Great for freshmen, hell for me, I kept trying not to roll my eyes and groan.

"Alright, let's get to know each other. Being a writing class, we will be learning some things about each other along the way. On the screen behind me you will find four questions I would like you all to answer to get to know you."

He looked around the class waiting for a volunteer, giving up he sighed, "I guess I'll start then" and looked at the projector screen before turning back to the class.

"My name is Edward Cullen, I'm 28 years old, this is my second semester instructing here and one thing that may surprise you to know is that I am actually a doctor at the local hospital. My number one hobby is playing the piano."

I swear my mouth practically dropped when I learned he was a doctor…at the hospital. Well shit! How come I had never seen him, I've been there plenty enough to have run into him at one point. Cullen, the name was familiar, but I couldn't place the face to the name.

And there was no way in HELL I would forget that face.

I learned that I was the only senior, big surprise there, fucking Newton, that besides the god himself I was the oldest, and that the bimbo in front of me was only 18, named Jessica, and took this class because she thought it would be easy to pass for her first semester of college.

I witnessed Edw…Dr. Cullen scowl slightly. Oops, bimbo did bad. Really, who the fuck actually admits that, in front of their teacher no less.

I had to admit I thought this class should be easy as well, but not for the same reasons as she did and I would never say that shit out loud. I was pretty sure I could use some of my work from past semesters to work for this one, this class was going to be a breeze.

"Miss Swan?" apparently I spent a little too much time thinking internally. I looked up to find Dr. Cullen looking at me pointedly.

"I'm sorry Dr. Cullen?"

"I told you I need to meet you after class, so please stay over." Bimbo must have thought I was in trouble because she held a smug look on her face that said "ooo…you're in trouble." How high school is that?

"O-ok" I replied, making sure to pay attention to the rest of the class closely.

I remained in my seat once class was over to see what he needed. Once the bimbo was done batting her eyelashes and flaunting her cleavage at Edward, pretending to ask questions, he came up to me with his notebook and took the seat next to me.

"Now" he began, flipping his notebook open, "I've got a general idea on why you, a Masters student, is here in this class." He looked up from his notebook quickly and I raised my eyebrow in question, silently encouraging him to go on.

"I'm going to be honest with you, I really don't think you should have to take this class…but considering the circumstances I'm forced to tell you, you do," he looked almost as pissed as I had been when I found out.

"I know this is the only class you're taking this semester besides working on your thesis and I have talked to the dean regarding your case. To say I was astounded to find someone at your level in this class would be downgrading my reaction…with me so far?"

I nodded my head, internally wondering what the hell he could possibly need to talk to the dean about, that and what those lips of his would feel like on my skin covering my pink…I mentally shook my head.

"Here's the deal" he said, turning his body to look at me head on, not noticing the obvious blush covering my face, or ignoring it. "I know I'm only considered an adjunct here and therefore not usually considered as an academic advisor, but they were willing to overlook that in this case."

I was beginning to understand where he was going with this.

"Now, you will still be seeing the same person for your thesis, but all academic advising will now come through me. There will be no further communication between yourself and Professor Newton needed" he spat out Newton's name like it left a foul taste in his mouth.

His name usually did the same for me, I always felt like I was choking on something rotten while even thinking about him. When I was in the same room with him, I had to hold down the bile that pooled in my mouth.

I felt like hugging the man and before I could think about what I was doing that is exactly what I did. I leapt from my seat and hugged him tight around the neck, thanking him profusely.

"Um…Miss Swan?" He managed to choke out and I realized what I had done and pulled away from him with a blush and a sheepish look on my face. His eyes were soft with a hint of humor and another emotion I couldn't pin before he covered it.

"Sorry" I mumbled.

"Quite alright" he cleared his throat "Although I've only been teaching here for two semesters I've had the pleasure of spending some time with Professor Newton" he chuckled, "when I first saw your name on my roll, I thought they had made a mistake, but after some research and investigation I realized" he seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, "the true nature behind it, I'm really sorry you've been forced into this situation." He seems sincere while he was saying this.

"Thank you Dr. Cullen" was all I could reply, giving him a genuine smile.

"Please, call me Edward, Dr. Cullen is my father and really makes me feel old" and he let loose another soft chuckle.

"Wait" I said suddenly "I thought I heard that name before. Are you talking about Carlisle Cullen?"

"He's my father." Well shit, guess that question is answered. He sported a puzzled look on his face.

"Sorry, you see, I'm a bit of a klutz and find myself in the emergency room of the hospital quite a bit. I run into your father often."

"Oh" was all he said in return. Before he could say anything else I spoke up once again, "thank you very much, I don't know how to repay you" I said honestly.

"How about just that, thank you, though you might want to rethink that in a minute…" I just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

He took in a deep breath and fidgeted in his seat a bit, "I know at this point you're thinking this class is going to be a breeze, and normally I would agree with you, but class participation is a large part of this class."

I began to worry a bit. What did he mean by class participation? Did he release me from the clutches of Newton just to prey on me himself? Maybe he was going to pile a bunch of extra work on me?

"I have discussed this with the dean and he has agreed to me having you as a teaching assistant instead." He let me process what he had been saying, I just sat there staring at him. A teaching assistant! Really!

"W-what would I have to do?" I was still stunned by the thought of being able to do this. It would really look great on my resume. Just as he was about to speak again the door to the classroom opened and students began to file in. Edward looked at his watch the same time I looked up at the clock in the classroom; we had been there for an hour.

Edward got up from his chair and motioned for me to do the same. Once we had gotten our things and exited the room he began speaking again.

"I have to work at the hospital tonight and still need to speak to you about the specifics of what you will be doing in class. I don't have an office here at the school and need to meet with you before the next class. If you don't find it too inappropriate, can we finish this over dinner tomorrow?"

Did he just ask me out to dinner!? No, he said to go over the class.

"Bella?" I looked up to see his face, "If you feel uncomfortable about that, I can arrange for us to maybe meet at my office at the hospital…if that would feel…"

I placed a hand on his arm to stop him, "Edward, that would be fine, I'm still trying to process" he seemed relieved. I realized he had really put himself on the line without even knowing who I was.

All I had to do now was try to keep my hands to myself.

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Edward

I walked through the hallways of the school, making my way to the classroom of the class I was teaching this semester with a smile on my face. I loved being able to teach on my off time from the hospital. Getting away from the pressure of the ER and molding the minds of students appealed to me, and the way I went about my class helped to keep the grading down.
Instead of assigning a bunch of bullshit assignments that they would more than likely use from other classes or having them construct poem after poem, I instead am having them create three larger literary stories instead.

Although this was only my second semester teaching here, I found myself already having to push my boundaries as a teacher.
I was thankful I had a little pull through my family connections at the school. I was a little hesitant to do it, but knowing what Newton was doing to this girl really fucking pissed me off.

Miss Swan's name came up on my roll, not unusual, but what was unusual was the fact that she was listed as a Masters student. Thinking they had made an error, I looked at her transcripts and discovered that she was, in fact, in her last semester as a Masters student.

The only thing she should have been worrying about this semester was getting her thesis done and maybe getting in some student teaching. Instead she was being forced to take a freshman class that for some reason she was being forced into.
I was fucking pissed.

I looked up her advisor information and began to put together the pieces of the puzzle.
Fucking Newton.

That man was one of the vilest men I had ever had the displeasure to meet. He was constantly taking advantage of his role as an advisor. I could only assume he was trying to do the same with poor Miss Swan. After learning this information I made my way to the dean and informed him of my opinion of Miss Swan having to take this class.

He explained that his hands were tied. This class was a requirement to her degree. There was just no way around it. It was
then I began to explain to him what I was thinking. If she could get credit for this class as a TA instead of just a student, she would be able to end the semester where she should have been, with some teaching experience under her belt.
Much to my pleasure he agreed to my proposal and gave me the needed information to get her listed as a TA in my class instead of just a student.

"There is one other item I wanted to discuss with you Sir."

"Edward please, call me Aro. How's your father these days, haven't seen him in weeks. Tell that man he needs to stop by some time, get out of that stuffy OR." I sniggered a bit at the idea of an OR being considered stuffy.

"He's doing great Aro, and I will be sure to relay the request to him. As for this other matter…Mr. Newton, Miss Swan's advisor…well…"

"Just spit it out son."

"I don't think this was just an oversight on his side. I have been hearing…things" I gestured with open hands.

"What types of things?" he asked, his eyes becoming slits.

"I really don't know if what I have been hearing is true or not, but I'm concerned for Miss Swan having to address him as her advisor. He obviously led her array with this class, and I know it is her last semester and all, but I would feel more comfortable if she did not have to meet with him again."

"Do you have a suggestion as to which advisor she should meet with?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. I had an idea he was understanding what I wanted to do.

"I thought since she will be my TA now, that I could advise her. It's not like she is going to need much advising being this is her last semester before she graduates…"

He gave a hearty laugh, "alright Edward, don't look so put out. I'll agree to this on one condition."

I lifted my eyebrows at him, "what would that be?"

"You agree to get that father of yours to my house for dinner, my wife would really like to see him and your mother over" he smiled and chuckled.

"That's a deal Aro, thanks for doing this. I know you're going out on a limb for me."

I called my father shortly after my meeting with Aro to discuss those dinner plans. He must not have been too busy because he actually picked up the line this time.

"Dr. Cullen."

"Hey dad."

"Son, how's the first day of teaching going?" I rolled my eyes.

"My first class doesn't begin for another two hours. I was actually calling to inform you that Aro is wanting you and mom to go to dinner over at their place sometime soon."

I heard him chuckle on the other side of the line, "what did you have to ask him for? You know we just had dinner with them a week ago?" Well shit, I thought with a chuckle of my own. That man was something else.

"I had a student that needed some help…" I explained the entire situation to him, including my thoughts on what Newton was trying to do.

"Do you think he has done this before?" he asked concerned.

"I really don't know, but I wouldn't put it past him. The man is a bastard."

"Language son, if you think this man is really like this, maybe I should have a dinner with Aro this week. We could discuss this Newton fellow."

"I hate using you to get this situation taken care of…"

"But you think there is no other way to do it without stepping on some toes…" he finished for me and I nodded my head before realizing he couldn't see me and said yes.

"I'll call Aro and have him and his lovely wife over for dinner this week, you know your mother loves having company. Maybe we could even get our wayward son to attend…"

"Just call and tell me what day and I'll see if my schedule is free." I replied smiling, knowing full well I would be free as he is the director of the hospital.

"Let me know how this meeting with your student goes. Love you son."

"Love you too dad, and will do." I disconnected the line just as I got to the door of my classroom, double checking the room number. I walked around the corner and took a seat on a bench to review my notes until it was time to go to class.

As much as I tried to concentrate, my mind kept wandering to Miss Swan. She wasn't that much younger than myself, and to have her in this class when she clearly didn't need to be still pissed me off. She had exceptional grades and from what I got from her transcripts she must have dedicated every spare moment of her time either in the classroom or studying.

I imagined this short, plump, glasses wearing geek and thought she would probably be some feminist activist or something. I shook my head and once again attempted to concentrate on my notes.

When I finally entered my classroom I looked around at all the students milling around getting ready for class. I smiled and headed over to the class computer, logging in and turning on the projector. It said it was on, but there was nothing showing up on the screen. I looked over at the projector and saw that the shutter was stuck.

Great, first day and there are already problems. I headed over to the projector and took note of the young lady sitting in the chair almost directly under it. She was beautiful. Long brown hair that swept around a heart shaped face. She had porcelain skin and a perfect pink mouth that would look great around my…whoa.

Damn, what was I thinking? I tried to shake the images trying to invade my mind as I pulled out the chair next to her, but my half erect cock had other ideas. The girl jumped and I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as I stood on the chair.

I looked at the projector and forced the shutter open, I glanced down and witnessed the girl looking directly at my crotch and smiled. I adjusted my stance a little and pretended to clean the lens of the projector for a moment. I watched her pretty much eye fuck me for a minute before stepping down and pushing the chair back in with a chuckle. I looked into her eyes and was sucked in by their brown depths. Again…beautiful.

I was finally able to detach myself from those depthless beauties to look down at her paper. I read what she wrote and my heart stopped and I smiled at the same time. I looked back up at her and the most delicious blush was covering her face and making its way down her chest. I idly wondered how far down that blush went.

Anyway…apparently I wasn't the only one pissed about the situation.

And apparently this was Miss Swan.

I was fucked.

I stepped up to the front of the classroom and began to write on the whiteboard, thinking of the beauty that was sitting in my classroom right now. The rest of the class seemed to drag on as I tried to maintain some semblance of decorum as a teacher…but damn was it hard with Miss Swan sitting so close.

And never had I been so thankful for the round robin I tortured my students with. Apparently Isabella Swan was a bit of an extreme sports junkie and her number one hobby was cooking…god I was in so much trouble. I managed to keep my dick in my pants during the class and afterwards while I was in my pseudo- meeting with her.

Though doing so was made very hard when she wrapped her arms around me in thanks. My cock had gone from half mast to full in a nano-second and I found out just how fucking fantastic she smelled. Like strawberries and flowers. I wanted to grab her, wrap her legs around me and fuck her hard…

She seemed just as surprised as myself when the next class began to fill up, and of course I decided it was a good idea to take her out to dinner? A professional dinner…yeah right…keep telling yourself that.

Well fuck me. I was so deep in shit. I was still mulling this turn of events over when my phone began to ring. I rolled my eyes when I looked at the I.D. She always seemed to call when I needed her.

"Alice"

"Hey little brother."

"Stop calling me that, you're only three minutes older than me."

"Whatever, Jasper and I are having a BBQ tomorrow and wanted to know if you wanted to come. You're not working are you?"

"No, I'm not working, but I am meeting with someone tomorrow night."

"Oh" I could hear the gears turning in her head at this. I hadn't dated in a while and she naturally assumed this was one.

"You could always bring her along…"

"She's one of my students Alice, and it's a meeting about class." I know I sounded a bit impatient with her, but she could smell one of my lies from a mile away. And fuck me if she didn't sniff this one out.

"A student huh? So what are you and this student doing during the meeting tomorrow? Where were you going to have it?" Well she had me there, I had no fucking clue.

"I have no fucking clue? I hadn't thought it out that far when I asked her to meet me over dinner." Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Dinner huh? Well…you know we can give you some space here to have your 'meeting' and then spend some time with the family. Mom and Dad are coming too, as well as Emmett." Well hell, it's not like I had any better plan.

"If you promise to give me some space…"

She was quick to reassure me that they would. "I'll have to ask her, but I don't see a problem with it. I'll call her and ask and then call you back with an answer."

I hung up the phone before she had a chance to say anything more and then quickly dialed Bella. To my utter surprise, she agreed and I made plans to pick her up at her place. This was looking more and more like a date each minute and I was sure
I was crossing some line here.

A hell, I really didn't give a fuck. I wanted to get to know Bella as more than just a TA. I would have to look up some rules when it comes to relationships…what the fuck. Relationship? Where the hell did that come from?
Fuck

I was in so deep already.