This is my first attempt at a story, I hope you like it, feel free to review and give me some feedback on how I can I'm prove it.
This is a Bella and Edward fanfic, if he were her university English lecturer
Chapter one- The stupid chair leg and what it led to.
It was a Monday when it all started, that look and the stare that followed. Sitting in a morning lecture half discussing Shakespeare. After a few introductions, we got on our way all the while the looks and glances continued. The small smiles and the shy looks down. As I wrote in my book he looked as his, he was older than I, but that was irrelevant. I had seen him in my first year but only was it now that I saw him this way.
You might be thinking this man is a classmate a peer if you will, well ladies and the few gentlemen who may be reading this, he was not. He was in-fact a lecturer, a lecturer I would happily let do unspeakable things to me. But that is for later-on. As we finished watching the film, well half watching, we took a break and headed back to start the discussion, the differences between the book and film I think. Honestly my attention wasn't on what we were discussing but who was saying the words.
I'm so glad that they don't pick on people to speak at university because I didn't hear a word that was said. It continued for some time and my page began to grow with doodles of shapes and crappy drawings of eyes, he then let the group go, and me being me I was the last one out. Slow as always but on his occasion, I did not mind.
"How'd you find today's lecture?" I heard a voice say, wait hold on a minute we were the only two now left in the room. So, I took a small deep breath and looked up to face him.
"Umm...it was okay. I rather enjoy Shakespeare and how his words can be ambiguous" a small voice from within me spoke. He smirked and pushed his glasses up a little, god help me. He made his way over to the door and held it open as if to hint that we should leave.
"I umm have to lock up if you wouldn't err..." I quickly grabbed my belongings and headed toward him. But just before I reach him my foot catches an out stretched chair leg and the decent to the ground began. Wait...I didn't think it was his far. I open my eyes to see I haven't hit the ground but was caught by, let's give him a name shall we Edward yeah let's go with that, Edward he has dropped his papers on the floor and was holding me up, our faces inches apart. It wasn't until we heard the slam of the door shutting did we realise he hasn't moved. He coughed and released me from his electrifying grip to bend down and pick up his discarded papers. I tried not to allow my eyes to follow him but I could not stop myself and the sight I saw I was had a smile a little. You know that mischievous smile when you see something you shouldn't, like the top band on his boxer shorts peaking-out from the top of his work trousers. Oh, I should not have looked, but I did. Edward, what am I going to do with you?