Hello. It's my first fanfiction about Bella and Jasper. I hope you'll enjoy it, and sorry for the mistakes, I'm French ^^
Summary: Bella is a student at Seattle University; Jasper is a history teacher, specialized about Civil War. Slowly, they find interests in each other, and slowly fell in love... What will happen?
See you around.
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-Bella! We're going to be late!
-Relax, Lice, we're not late, it's not even 8.00am.
Alice, my roommate since high school, is an overstressed girl for everything. I don't know how she can't be tired of stressing for everything that usually doesn't stress anybody.
-We have class at 8:15am.
-YOU have class at 8:15am, but I don't.
-You don't remember the note saying that the new teacher of American Civilization was putting his hours at 8:15am on Mondays and Thursdays in the amphitheater D because he hadn't any other place to put them? Seriously, where is your head?
-Shoot, I completely forgot that! Alice, I'm so late! I replied, while jumping out of my bed.
-I know, I know. How would you do without me?
I run to the bathroom and locked myself to take an express shower. I had only ten minutes to be ready, so I speed up. After a shower, I make a quick braid and jumps in a beautiful marine dress with lace on the back, put my ballerinas, and take my school bag with my computer in it.
-Ready to go?
-I haven't done my makeup.
-I'll do it if we got some time before the bell rings.
-Okay. Let's go.
We got out of our apartment and walk quickly to the university, which isn't so far of where we live.
-See, 8:02pm. We have time to do something to your face.
-Is it so awful?
-Luckily it isn't. The lotion I brought you from London is perfectly doing its job.
She put a tinted moisturizer on my face, applied a little bit of a nude lipstick, and put it back on her vanity.
-And here you go, pretty girl!
-Thanks, Lice.
The bells ring, meaning we had to separate and go to class. I left Alice and went to the amphitheater D, where everyone was sitting and waiting the new teacher. I joined Angela and Jake, my classmates, and opened my computer.
-You look pretty, Bells, said Jake.
-Thanks, Jake.
I couldn't help myself and blushed at his remark. I knew Jake loved me since we met in first year, but he would stay a friend for me, I didn't need a boyfriend right now.
-You know who is the teacher?
-Apparently he is blonde, young and completely handsome.
-Handsome?
-Yeah... That's what Callie of fourth year told me, said Angela.
-We'll see by ourselves.
A young guy entered the amphitheater and placed himself behind the table. He placed the micro on his shirt, before toughing.
-Hello everyone, I'm Jasper Whitlock, your new American Civilization teacher. I'm sorry to get you out of your bed so early but as said in the note you received, I hadn't any other place to put these hours elsewhere. So let's begin. What do you know about the creation of what we call now the United States of America? Does somebody know how it began?
Angela elbowed me, and looked at me with a 'I know you know it' look. I rolled my eyes and shyly raised my hand in the sky.
-Yes?
-The foundation of Jamestown?
-Exactly, Miss...
-Miss Swan.
-That's exact, Miss Swan. It began with Jamestown. You have the date reference?
-They left in 1606 and arrived in 1607.
-Exactly. Any other things to say?
-I could, but you're the teacher, no?
The entire amphitheater laughed at my observation, and I became red as a too-overcooked lobster. I carefully listened and noted everything the teacher was saying, from the foundation of Jamestown to the arrival of the Pilgrim Fathers in America.
-One month after they landed, the Pilgrim Fathers created the town of Plymouth, and baptized it New Plymouth. But November was too late to plant crops. Many settlers died of scurvy and malnutrition during that horrible first winter. Of the 102 original Mayflower passengers, only 44 survived. Again like in Jamestown, the kindness of the local Native Americans saved them from a frosty death. The Pilgrims' remarkable courage was displayed the following spring. When the Mayflower returned to Europe, not a single Pilgrim deserted Plymouth. To help them, a local Indian, that had been kidnapped and taken to England nearly a decade before, served as an interpreter with the local tribes and taught the Pilgrims how to make corn grow. The chief of the nearby Wampanoag tribe signed a treaty of alliance with the Pilgrims in the summer and supplemented the food supply of the Pilgrims for the first few years. By autumn of 1621, the Pilgrims had much for which to be thankful. After the harvest, Massasoit and about ninety other Indians joined the Pilgrims for the great English tradition of the "Harvest Festival". The participants celebrated for several days, dining on venison, goose, duck, turkey, fish, and of course, cornbread, as the result of a bountiful corn harvest. This is what has become a tradition into our home, Thanksgiving Day. This is how, every fourth Thursday of November, the US families enjoys a cranberry turkey with sweet potatoes and a pumpkin pie.
The bell rang, and everyone packed their laptops in their bags.
-Everyone, a minute again. I want you to buy two books that could help you with this American civilization class. The first "A people's history of the United States" from Howard Zinn is for the amphitheater's class and the second "Voices of Freedom" from Eric Foner is for the working group class. They are around $25 each, but it will really help you with these lessons... So, we'll see tomorrow from groups 2 and 4, and the day after tomorrow for groups 1 and 3. Have a nice day!
Everyone left the amphitheater, and I went to see Mr. Whitlock after there was just him and me in the room.
-Yes, Miss Swan?
-I just wondered... Have you a list of books to deepen the subjects?
-You're kind of a hardworking girl, aren't you?
-I love history. Every kind of history.
-Which one is your favorite?
-Hum... I can't decide between England, America, or French.
-Three great and big histories... For the books you can buy, I think of "History of the United States", by Charles Austin Beard or "U.S History for Dummies". But you don't look like a dummy to me, so I recommend you the first.
-Thank you, Mr. Whitlock.
-It's a pleasure, Miss Swan.
-Have a nice day.
-See you tomorrow.
I spent my morning elsewhere, my mind thinking about this new US Civilization teacher. There was something about him that puzzled me... The bell finally rang the lunch break, and I rejoined Alice at the university cafeteria.
-Hey, sexy girl!
-Sexy, not so much, I blushed.
-Why don't you trust yourself? It's such a shame that you can't see how beautiful you really are.
-Lice, you're embarrassing me.
-Oh dear, you can be. So... How was your morning?
-Puzzling.
-Puzzling?
-Yeah... That new US Civilization teacher... He...
-He what?
-I don't know. He has this thing that... Oh my god... I suck so much.
-Tell me! What about him?
-He is... Intimidating.
-And?
-And nothing, Alice! That's it. He's really intimidating. By the way, I've got to go to the library buy a few books for the class.
-Okay, can we do that after our last class?
-Yeah, I finish at 3:45pm.
-Same! Then we could go to the supermarket, we ran out of juice and cereals.
-That's fine by me...
We ate our lunch discussing about what we had to buy at the supermarket and we separated to go to our classes. When 3:45pm rang, I found Alice near my class door, and we left the campus together to go to the library, my list of books in my jacket's pocket. As I was strolling between the different books departments, I saw Mr. Whitlock looking at history school books.
-Searching something? I asked.
-Nothing specific... I just wander to find something to read.
-What kind of book?
-Hum... American literature. Classics.
-I can suggest you "The Great Gatsby", I said by taking the book in my hands. Or you have "Of Mice and Men"... I read them both, and I liked them... "The Grapes of Wrath"... Great book too...
-Thank you for your recommendations, Miss Swan.
-You're welcome.
-Are you buying your US Civilizations books?
-That's why I'm here, indeed.
-You came alone?
-No, my roommate came with me... I don't know where she is, by the way...
-Well, I'll leave you then. See you in working group class tomorrow... Have a nice end of day.
-You too.
He left me, and I went to the school books department to find the books Mr. Whitlock wanted us to have. Alice rejoined me and we proceed to the checkout. As we went out of the library, Alice couldn't help asking billions of questions about Mr. Whitlock, as she saw me talking to him.
-What were you both talking about?
-Books...
-Really?
-Yeah. What do you think we talked about?
-I don't know...
-Lice...
-You feel something about him, don't you?
-I feel nothing... Lice, he's my teacher!
-He's quite handsome, admit it! Who wouldn't see it?
-I do see it... But that's it. Nothing will happen.
-Okay. Let's grab some food. You got the grocery bag?
-In my bag.
We went to the grocery store and bought a lot of necessary stuff. We came home after, and I cooked for both of us, and we studied for the rest of the evening. I read the beginning of the working group class to know what we would be discussing and doing tomorrow. I fell asleep quickly, and dreamed of Mr. Whitlock all night.