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Chapter one

Emma's pov

Freshman year

I was starting high school for the first time today and I was a nervous wreck. Of course it didn't help that I was driving to school with mom and dad. I seriously hated being the daughter of two teachers at that moment. I loved my parents, I really, really did, but I had hoped to be allowed to take the bus to school. Mom had been willing to let me, but dad had put his foot down.

"Why take the bus when we're driving the same way every day? Besides, I like knowing that my daughter gets home safely to and from school."

Of course, when he put it as sweetly as that, neither I nor mom could refuse. But right now, getting out of the car with them, reminded me not to relent this easily again. I was going to have to beg mom to help me, but together we could probably convince dad it was better for me to take the bus.

A group of girls stood together near the entrance and glanced curiously at my mom and dad. They turned to each other and started giggling. I noticed one of the girls looking at my dad with a look of pure lust in her eyes. I shuddered. Dad got more of those looks than I cared to know, but seeing it from a girl that was most likely a senior or maybe a junior was creeping me out.

"Okay, hon. The office is that way. You can get your schedule there and we will see you at the end of the day. Come find me in my classroom when you're done, okay?"

"Sure, mom. See you. Bye, dad."

At least they understood that I didn't want to hug or kiss them when we were at school. I hurried to the office and tried to ignore the snickers I heard when I stumbled along the way. I had gotten used to that by now.

When I came to the office door, it swung open forcefully, nearly hitting me square in the nose. A short blond haired girl came out and glared at me.

"Get out of my way, spaz," she hissed.

Surprised by her hostile tone, I stepped aside and let her pass me. A dark chuckle from the doorway caught my attention. I looked up to find an amazing looking guy standing a foto away from me, his eyes alight with humor.

"Close your mouth, little girl," he said softly before taking off after the little witch.

I huffed angrily. I hated when people talked to me condescendingly, especially when they didn't even know me. So with stiff shoulders I stepped into the office, trying hard not to snap at the scatter brained secretary in my anger at the two kids I just ran into.

I learned later that they were the Petersen siblings, Charlotte and Ethan.

Sophomore year

A year. An entire year I already endured the torture of Charlotte Petersen and her group of overly stylized friends. The behaved like the school was theirs and treated everyone they deemed unworthy as shit. I knew with this new year nothing had changed.

That first time I saw her last year, had just been a fluke. She was actually nice to me during next period. That was, until she heard my last name and quickly changed seats. Apparently being the daughter of two teachers was equal to being a social pariah.

Of course it only got worse after that, because my mom and dad actually knew her mom and they got along wonderfully. Charlotte and I had been put together during several dinner parties throughout the year. She ignored me as best she could, while her brother, Ethan didn't even bother showing his face at these occasions.

He was two years older than us, so her was now a senior, but he at least didn't seem to openly hate me. He wasn't nice to me either, he just ignored me for the most part.

So here I was, getting ready for the first day of school. Mom and dad had already left together so they could drop off Sophie at school, while I would take the bus to school.

"Hey, here comes the freak," Charlotte cheered as I stepped on the bus half an hour later.

I rolled my eyes and slid into the first open seat I could find. Thankfully it was four rows in front of little miss Petersen, so she couldn't do anything that horrific this time.

"Hey, Cullen? Where are your friends? O, wait, you have none!" she snorted from behind me.

I clenched my fists and kept my eyes down. If I don't acknowledge her, she'll stop eventually. It was a chant I used every time, but she never let up.

"You see," she purred as she strolled up to stand over me. "Someone who's as big a freak as you, doesn't get friends. Everyone's just afraid to be seen with you. Especially now that they know what a cheap slut you are."

She whispered the last part, no doubt trying to keep the driver from overhearing.

"What are you talking about?" I choked out.

"Oh, why not?" she paused dramatically. "I told a couple of guys at school how you gave Mr. Newton some very special treat for a higher grade. Things just kind of snowballed from there on out. You wouldn't believe what big gossipers guys really are."

I felt my stomach twist, bile rising in my throat. I was about to pull my fist back and smack her in her face when the bus pulled up to school and Charlotte skipped off the bus, cackling away with her little pack of hyena's.

When I stumbled out of the bus, I rushed to my first class. I actually had English from my mom this year and I had to admit that I was curious what she would be like when she was in front of a classroom. It was my first class of the day, so I would find out soon enough.

As I walked into the class I noticed my mom was not her usual calm self. She gave me a tight smile before turning back to the blackboard to write her name down. I wondered what was up, but knew I'd had to wait until the end of the day until I could ask her about it.

The bell rang, so I had to slide into my seat. Mom turned towards the classroom and opened her mouth to start her class when the door burst open and Charlotte Petersen came strutting in like she owned the place.

"Excuse me, miss Petersen. Care to explain why you are late to my class on the first day?"

She twirled on her heels and smiled at my mom like she was a child with a tantrum. "I was talking to my boyfriend and I lost track of time. I'm sorry Mrs. Cullen."

"You will be after detention this afternoon. I will not tolerate this kind of attitude, miss Petersen. I expect each and everyone to be here on time. If you can't manage to get to class on time, I at least expect a valid reason and talking to your boyfriend isn't one of them. I'll see you at the end of the day, now take a seat so I can start my class."

There were actually some snickers at Charlotte's expense and for once she wasn't snidely commenting. I bit my lip to keep from grinning appreciatively at my mom.

"Well, now that we're all here, my name is Bella Cullen and I will be your english teacher for the year. I have placed stacks of reading lists on the front desk of each row, please pass them to the students behind you, while I explain how the list works.

"On top you will find a selection of books that are must reads for our classes this year. We will go through them from top to bottom. I expect you all to read a chapter before each next class."

And so she continued to explain our reading assignments for the rest of the year. I was amazed by how my mom managed a class room without even raising her voice.

The rest of the day was actually boring after that. When I was finished with my last class I walked out to the music room, to see my dad. He was talking to someone I couldn't see from where I was stranding, so I leaned against the wall beside the door to wait for him.

I was daydreaming about a story I'd been writing, so I didn't hear when my father finished his conversation with his students. I was startled out of my reverie when I suddenly felt someone brush by me. I looked up just in time to see Ethan Petersen throw me an apologetic smile as he rushed down the hall.

"Hey, Em. How was the first day back, sweetie?" dad asked as he kissed my temple.

"It was okay. I have English with mom this year. She's such a cool teacher," I grinned.

"I've seen her teaching on one of two occasions. She's great at what she does," he agreed, a loving gleam in his eye.

I nodded and allowed him to put his arm around me as we walked down the hall to pick mom up. I remembered belatedly that Charlotte was in detention, so I was once again startled as the door to mom's classroom swung open and she came rushing out. She was just putting her phone to her ear.

"Ethan! You're still in the parking lot?... Give me five freaking minutes, okay?" she hissed as she moved away from us.

I didn't bother looking after her, it would only earn me a glare or two. Dad and I walked in to find mom standing rigid in front of her desk breathing deeply, obviously trying to calm herself down.

"Love?" dad asked, concerned.

"Give me a second please," mom muttered through clenched teeth.

Dad perched on the edge of one of the desks as I hovered near the doorway, not really sure whether my mom wanted to talk about it in front of me. She surprised me though when she looked up and gave me a warm smile. She walked up to me and hugged me so tight, she cut off my air for a second.

"I am so happy to call you my daughter," she murmured quietly.

I giggled. Only my mom would know how to surprise me like that. "Why, mom? Was detention that bad?"

"Ugh! Like you wouldn't believe. Charlotte and her boyfriend were both in detention. You wouldn't believe the things I had to break up over the past hour. And the mouth those two have! Ugh! Promise me you are not that disrespectful towards your teachers, honey. I would hate to hear about that."

"Like I would do that with two teachers for parents," I laughed. "I wouldn't dare."

"I know sweetie. We raised you better than that, I hope."

"Besides, it's not like I have a boyfriend to be a bad influence on me," I added with a smile.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong about Charlotte and Jamie. He was a real shy huy up until he started dating Charlotte. She's bringing out the bad in him, it's really hard to watch."

I shrugged. "Can we go home, mom? I have a bunch of reading to do for my demanding English teacher."

"You brat," mom scolded as she ruffled my hair.

"Mom! My hair!"

She laughed and I heard dad chuckling in the background. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just go," I muttered before turning around and walking out of the classroom.

~*~

Sophie, my younger sister, was in my room, messing with my music when I got home with mom and dad. Aunt Alice had picked her up from school today, so she was home before all of us and that usually ended with her messing with my things. I sighed deeply. No matter how many times I told her to stay out of my room, she never listened.

"Soph, come one. Don't come in here again, okay? I don't play with your dolls, now do I?"

"But, Emma," she whined. "You have so much cool stuff."

"Well, just wait six more years and you'll have your own cool stuff," I muttered while I shoved her out of the door. "I need to do my homework. You can come back when I'm done."

She smiled brightly, gave me a quick kiss and hug and then hurried down the stairs to find mom and dad. While I worked on my homework, I vaguely registered the phone ringing downstairs. I didn't think anything of it until my mom knocked on my door and poked her head in.

"We're having dinner guests tonight. Apparently Mrs. Petersen thinks Charlotte needs to apologize for her behaviour today. Just thought I'd give you a heads up."

"Thanks. What time are we having dinner?"

"Six thirty."

I nodded. When mom was gone I gave myself a minute to punch my pillow. I hated this. Tonight would be another nightmare, I was sure of it.

A/N: There you have it, the very first chapter of First touch the sequal to Love uncovered. It'll most likely be a shorter story than Love uncovered, but I won't know until I am actually wrapping it up, it's just starting out now.

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Love,

Mo