BPOV

I made my way to History class, a little bit nervous, while ignoring the death glares students were giving me. It was extremely apparent why I was nervous, it was my first official day at Forks High. Lauren and Jessica kept droning on and on at lunch about how good looking Mr. Cullen, the history teacher, was. The two girls aren't the worst people you'll ever meet, but I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them. I honestly didn't believe anyone was capable of looking the way they described him so I just passed it off as over exaggeration.

I was snapped out of my own thoughts when, out of the blue, someone's leg came out of no where and tripped me. My books crashed to the floor, and I fully expected myself to follow. But two strong arms grabbed my waist before I was able to. I looked up to see my savior, and gasped at what I saw.

My savior had disheveled bronze-hair that was just screaming 'Touch me! Touch me!'. Piercing green eyes, unnatural, so full of life and happiness it was almost contagious. His jawline was strong and square. His nose, straight and his cheek bones prominent. I knew I was staring like an imbecile but I didn't care. This man had all the features and perfections of an angel.

He stared right back at me, his soft face abruptly turned into one of anger. And I briefly wondered if I was the cause of it before he spoke, tearing his hypnotizing gaze away from me.

"Lauren. Principle's office. Now." he said in a firm tone, fixating his eyes back on me. He had a sweet, velvet voice that took my breath away.

Lauren huffed, angry, and started walking down the hall. Though I'm pretty sure it wasn't towards the Principle's Office. But the angel didn't notice, he quickly turned his attention back on me.

"I'm sorry about her, she's always be a little bit of a problem here. You're Isabella Swan, are you not?" he smiled a brilliant crooked smile.

He said my name!

I felt like jumping around like a child on Christmas morning.

I stood there, looking at him, dumbfounded. It was then that his arms were still around my waist.

Awkwaaard...

"Y-yeah. Actually, it's Bella." I stuttered.

He chuckled, it was almost musical.

"Well, Bella, I'm Mr. Cullen. Please, call me Edward." He said as he bent down to pick up my long forgotten books.

Holy shit, this was Mr. Cullen? Jess and Lauren were right! Hot damn!

Stop it Bella! This is your teacher, he's too old for you!

"Oh, no, please let me get those. They are mine, after all." I said but just as I bent down, his head whipped up and they, of course, crashed together.

"Ow," We mumbled in unison, as I rubbed my forehead, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I mean, I was just -" I rambled but he cut me off.

"Please, don't apologize. It's perfectly fine," he said as he picked my schedule sheet and stared at it intently, "Well, it looks like we'll be seeing each other again soon." he chuckled, noticing that I was heading to History in the first place.

"Oh, yeah." I half-smiled, trying to restart my heart.

"Well, I really should be heading back to my class. It is probably filled with teenagers by now. Lord help me," he chuckled and I joined in, "I'll see you in a bit, Ms. Swan."

After Mr. Cull... Edward left, I swiftly made my way to the Girls' restroom, books in hand, to check my appearance. This shocked me, I never really cared about what I looked like, I just dressed in what made me feel comfortable. But, for some odd reason, one look at this man turned my whole world upside down. Unfortunately, since I was this kind of girl, I carried no make up in my back pack, I severely doubted I even had any make up at home for that matter. I always believed in looking natural, I wasn't conceded, but I was confident enough not to walk around with pounds of make-up on that weighed more than me. It was times like this that I wished for a best friend that knew everything about fashion, someone that could really hook me up when I needed it, and someone who could do my hair and make-up for me. But I guess that would just continue to be a dream because there is no human being who is that obsessed.

I checked my appearance once more. A pair of skinny jeans, Nike sneakers, and a v-neck cream shirt. Just plain and simple. This is as good as it's gonna get, I thought to myself. After digging a hairbrush out of my backpack and running it through my locks, I quickly scrambled out of the restroom and to class just in time.

"Ah, Ms. Swan, so nice of you to join us." Edward beamed. With any other teacher I would immediately have thought that to be a sarcastic remark, but with Edward it actually seemed like a genuine greeting.

I nodded in response, returning the smile.

My face fell when I noticed who I was sitting next to.

Mike Newton.

Mike had managed to taken on the qualities of a golden retriever the moment I had walked through the school doors. He truly was a sweet guy, but I quickly learned that he wasn't able to take a hint.

"So... the spring dance is coming up, huh? Exciting." he said nonchalantly.

"Mhm." I mumbled, hoping he would drop it.

He never did.

"I was thinking... maybe you'd like to go with me?" he inquired nervously.

"Actually, Mike, I don't dance." I declared. It was the truth, my feet were death traps all their own.

"Oh, I could always teach you." he said with a wink, and I suppressed the urge to shudder.

"I'm not going to do the dance, period. It's as simple as that. Sorry." I mused, trying to make the reluctance in my voice obvious enough.

"Yeah. Sorry." he mumbled before leaning back into his seat.

Somewhere deep inside I felt bad for turning him down... somewhere very... very... very... deep inside, but with Mike the words 'letting them down easy' don't even exist in his vocabulary. He is persistent, I figured out that if you don't make it painfully obvious that you don't want to go out than... you end up totally screwed.

Thankfully, just then Mr. Cullen began speaking.

After class I was reluctant to leave. I noticed every once and a while Mr. Cullen's gaze would land on me, he never even asked me to give an answer, he just... stared at me with an odd look in his eyes. I briefly considered going up to his desk and calling him on it but I decided against it, I would probably just end up making a fool of myself.

"Remember everyone, work hard, study hard. I don't expect any less of you." Mr. Cullen announced.

We were, fortunately, doing a report on Wuthering Heights. A book I read and knew well, though I lost count after reading it for the umpteenth time. I was pretty sure I was able to do a full report on it without even touching the novel, I already knew it by heart any way.

I left the class room stealing one last glance at Mr. Cullen, swiftly looking away when he caught me staring. I left with one thought in mind: Edward Cullen isn't your average teacher.

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