A students love, a teachers torture
It was the first day of my senior year. Forks High School, population 358, was the only school in the town of Forks, Washington, population 3557. It was in this town that I made my home with my father Charlie, and my brother, Emmett. My father was police chief of this little town, my brother Emmett, was older than me, and was starting off as the new gym teacher at my school. He was also going to coach some of the school teams, mainly football. My brother was the joy of my family, my father was the protector, and I was the base, the rock to which our family was firmly held. My mother Renee, had been very young when she married my father right out of high school, and only a year later did they produce the brother bear that is Emmett, she died when I was nine, after a long battle against breast cancer, I believed that though we missed her, she was in a better place, and I was thankful that all her suffering was over. My father had never gotten over her loss, she was his greatest love, Emmett accepted it, but was always empty for a while, and I missed him and was happy to have him back. Emmett went to Washington State University, on a full athletic scholarship, his future was set and it was only a matter of time before he made it big, unfortunately in his last semester he was harshly tackled during a game and his shoulder was mangled. He was still wonderful, but it was common knowledge that scouts did not look for injured players. His dreams broken he came back to our home, to begin coaching the local high school, I was having trouble accepting the fact that I would have to call him Mr. Swan, though he said he didn't care.
Before my mother passed we had never had any money, but when she died, all her insurance money, as well as a trust established by our wealthy deceased grandparents allowed us to live much better than before. My grandparents had been rich, but were never happy with my mother's choices, she never saw a penny of their money, my brother and I being their only relatives were left everything after they died in a plane crash five weeks after our mother.
My family however never changed, we had more money than we knew what to do with, yet we still lived in the same three bedroom house, we still acted the same way. The only changes we had made were our methods of transportation. On my brothers 21st birthday we gave him a massive jeep that was the perfect depiction of my brother. On my 17th my dad had gotten me a Mercedes Guardian, a car that was made to protect the most dangerous criminals and the most precious and worthy persons of the world, his heart was in the right place, and sure it was a gorgeous sleek, black, SUV, but I doubted that I needed missile proof glass in Forks, despite my clumsiness.
Next week would be my birthday, and though I never liked spectacular affairs, my best friend had demanded to host me a party. I have learnt not to argue with Alice. Mary Alice Brandon was one of my two best friends in the entire world, her and my other best friend, Rosalie Catherine Hale were the reason I was so excited to go to school. It too would be strange calling Rose, Ms. Hale, but since she only taught art and dance I would not have her as a teacher. Alice was my age, at 17 and was a aspiring designer whose love of fashion only rivaled her love for chocolate and yellow Porsches. Two years ago, while my brother was in college, Rosalie Hale came to town after finishing Juilliard, she was only eighteen, and was a dance prodigy, and had only come to forks in search of peace after the urban new York life style. This year, she would join Forks as a professor, just like my brother. He had yet to meet her, but I was hoping they would get along.
I mused as I turned the corner and entered the student parking lot. I could see my brothers jeep parked between Rosalie's red M3, and a shiny silver Volvo. As I got my books out the back, Alice pulled beside me in her canary yellow 911 turbo, her baby, her pride and joy.
"I am so excited!" she squeaked, bouncing up to me and giving me a delicate hug. She had barely reached my nose. Alice was a very small, pixie like beauty. Almost the complete opposite of Rosalie who towered over us at 5'11, Alice was the tiny one, at 5'0. I was contently the normal one at a perfectly average 5'4. That was a perfect word to describe me. Average. I was not tall and statuesque, I was not beautiful or charismatic like my friends, I was just average. While Rosalie had long flowing blonde hair, striking ice blue eyes and a figure to die for, Alice had black inky hair that was spiked in all directions, with bright green eyes. Even Emmett and Jasper (Alice's bf, and Rose's bro) were gorgeous. My brother was massive, with curly brown hair and brown eyes, but with an amazing face and body. Jasper, Rosalie's younger brother, was Tall, blonde with blue/grey eyes and a body that was to die for. It was really unhealthy to be Isabella Swan. I had normal brown hair that was impossible to curl and always fell drab against my shoulders, down to my waist and chocolate brown eyes. My lips were too full for my face, and my body was exactly like me, average. By now I had learnt to not publicly refer to myself as that, my friends would get into histerics about my beauty, but I knew the truth in this group of beauty I was the ugly duckling, never to become a swan. Ironic huh? Isabella Swan? Life was beautiful, wonderful, but life sucked. Make any sense? If not well it does it my brain.
As Alice and I walked into the office to get our schedules I saw my brother. I was really excited to introduce him to Alice and Rose, and was happy to be able to do it so soon.
"Em!" I called him
"Hey Bells"
"Em this is my friend Alice, Alice this is my brother Emmett" I told them. Emmett was standing by a blonde teacher whose back was turned to us, so I didn't acknowledge her while Alice said her hello's, walked around Emmett examining him, and stated that he should avoid wearing pale colors. Emmett just laughed. As he did, I noticed the girl next to him turn around.
"Rose! Or should I say Ms. Hale? You met Emmett?" I asked her.
"This is your brother? Bella! Oh my Gosh, I didn't know, he didn't tell me his name before he started asking me for my number!" she laughed.
"This is Rosalie? I thought she was going to be a scrawn-" he stopped talking and his face reddened in a blush worthy of me.
"Emmett Swan" she laughed "Not what I expected."
We laughed, talked a bit more and I briefly noticed Rosalie slip something into Emmett's hand. Soon we had to leave to our first class. I checked my schedule over with Alice, and we would only have two classes together, English and Gym, I looked at the rest of my subjects.
1st Period- Spanish, Senorita Goff
2nd Period- Biology, Mr. Banner
3rd Period- English, Mr. Cullen
4th Period- Lunch
5th Period- Math, Mr. Varner
6th Period- Gym, Coach Swan
I was distracted by Alice who was speaking to me
"Hey Bella you know my cousin that I told you had come to live here?"
"Yeah"
"Well he's our English teacher, yup, Mr. Cullen"
"I thought he was a history teacher?" I asked her
"He is, but they told him they were short staffed and he had the credentials so he's sharing with Mr. Lewis."
"Well that's nice" I told her, not really interested in history, or the new Cullen. Alice had been excited to see her cousin but I really didn't know anything about him except that he was supposedly brilliant, and had studied at Dartmouth. Alice and I separated, and went to our classes. The class dragged on, and I was anticipating when I could be entertained by my bouncy friend again, forks was seriously monotonous, In second period I sat behind the school gossip girls/ whores. Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory were easy wanna-bees' and were well known by the male population. They could be relied upon for good information, so I wasn't surprised when they started chatting to each other about unimportant break-ups, hook-ups and make-ups.
"Oh my Lauren, I just had English. That Mr. Cullen Is a piece of heaven. He's like gorgeous, and he's like really young. And he totally couldn't keep his eyes off of me" she loudly whispered.
I rolled my eyes, yeah, right. It wasn't surprising she found any male attractive, but for him to pay attention he'd have to be a total idiot and perv. They continued talking, but I tuned them out when the teacher began and throughout the class.
Alice was waiting for me when my class let out, and together we walked to Mr. Cullen's English class. I was stepping through the door when my clumsiness took over and I tripped forward, smashing into a rock hard wall. I heard a grunt, and I heard Alice squealing and hugging the wall through me.
"Edward! HI!" she said
I stepped back from the wall to see that it was actually the most gorgeous man in the entire face of the earth. He was tall, and muscular, he had messy bronze hair and gorgeous green eyes that were brighter than Alice'. His skin was pale, and cold, he looked like a god. He smiled a beautiful crooked smile at Alice and I blushed, looking down as our eyes met.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his voice concerned
"Yeah, this is a normal occurrence, I normally meet the floor though" Alice told him
"Well let's hope I'm always around to catch you" he joked.
"Edward this is my best friend in the entire universe, Bella" Alice smirked, looking at me with a strange expression
"Well hello Bella"
"Hi" I told him shyly before going with Alice to the front row and sitting next to her.
EPOV
I was setting up for the class, walking towards the door so I could welcome them to class when I found a young girl collide with my chest. Behind her I noticed my cousin, Alice, smirking, not at all concerned for her friend.
As she said hello, I felt it necessary to ensure the little girls well being.
When she looked up, I couldn't help but silently gasp. THIS WAS NO LITTLE GIRL! In front of me was a beautiful woman. Her hair fell down to her back and was the color of mahogany, her skin was silky smooth her complexion pale like mine, almost luminescent, he body was sure to be exquisite, the sweater she was wearing was green, and hugged her curves, what really caught me however were her eyes. Those perfect eyes. They were a deep, deep brown that never before had I seen. She was so beautiful she took my breath away.
I heard myself answer a statement of Alice's and saw the unnamed girl blush beautifully, red pooling her cheeks and accenting her beautiful red lips.
"Edward this is my best friend in the entire universe, Bella" Bella, what a beautiful name. It was perfect for her I thought.
"Well hello Bella" I wanted to hear her voice
"Hi" she said, still blushing, and with that syllable I knew I was in for a tough year. Her voice was sonorous, glorious, almost Bell-like, how appropriate. I tried to settle myself as I noticed students were filing in. When the classroom was full, I began.
"Good Morning everyone, I am Mr. Cullen and I will be your teacher for the year. I beg you to give me time to learn your names and hope that you all give in the material in time, and according to my standards. Are there any questions?" I asked
A hand shot up. Are there any questions?" I asked
A hand shot up.
"Yes, Ms?" I asked a blond girl at the back.
"Mallory, Lauren Mallory. I was just wondering how old you are Mr. Cullen" she said batting her eyelashes, I sighed, and noticed Bella do the same while rolling her eyes.
"Ms. Mallory I am 22, but I ensure you my age will not affect how I teach you." I told her, in an extremely professional tone. She pouted
"Any other questions?" I looked around but no other hands were up so is started roll calling.
I looked down on my list but couldn't find Bella at all, so strange, I thought.
"Tyler Crowie?"- "Here" answered a dark boy at the back, I nodded
"Eric Yorkie?"- "Present" said a gangly boy with acne problems
"Mary Brandon?" – "It's Alice, Edward. And I'm here." She said, slightly angered by her formal name, I smirked and continued.
"Angela Weber?"- "here" a girl with glasses at the front
"Ben Cheney?"- "here" a short boy next to her
"Isabella Swan?" "here" said Bella, and I looked at her for a second longer than the rest before continuing.
"Michael Newton?"- "Here, and its Mike", a blonde boy at the back said rudely.
"Lauren Mallory?"- "Here" said the blonde girl that had raised her hand
"Austin Marks?" – "Here" a boy with dark hair.
"Leah Clearwater?"- "here" an Indian girl in the middle
"Seth Clearwater?"- "here" a boy very much like her beside her
"Emily Young?"- "Here", a girl next to the Clearwaters.
"Jacob Black?"- "here" a massive Indian boy at the last row.
"Welcome everyone. I will not give you work today, but I will however need to learn more about you, so will you get up, tell us your age, birthday, and something about yourself. I shall begin.
Hello, my name is Edward Cullen, I am 22 years old and my birthday is July 10th, an interesting fact about me is that I play the piano."
It continued like that throughout the class, though very few I remembered.
"Hi, I'm Alice Brandon, I'm 17 my birthday is April 4th and something interesting about me is that I'm your cousin."
"I'm Jacob Black, 18, birthday is August 10th, and I build motorcycles.
"I'm Bella Swan, I'm 17." I internally groaned at this, a minor "my birthday is September 13th, and something interesting about me is that I read a different book completely every day."
"Hi, I'm Lauren, I'm 18, my birthday was last week, and something interesting about me is that I am pro student-teacher relationships."
I had trouble swallowing during that one. Lauren had already started to annoy me. She was vulgar and acted as if she were a piece of meat she was offering. I had to pull back my gag. Iunconsciously looked at Bella, and she looked at me through those long lashes. Ugh. Edward, snap out of it. She's a student; it's not going to happen. You can't let something like that happen. I knew I was kidding myself, but Bella was young, she probably would be disgusted by my unethical thoughts. I zoned out the rest of the day.
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"Hey Cullen!"
I looked around to see the Coach, Emmett, I think calling me
"I know you're new, but I'm having a game night and my house tonight and was wondering if you wanted to come?"
I considered. That was really generous, I didn't know people hear, and it would probably be a good idea to make friends, friends my own age, who aren't my students and aren't completely angelic.
"Sure, Just text me the address later" I told him smiling. He laughed and walked away.
At least I would have something to distract myself with.
When school was finished I noticed Emmett talking to a blonde teacher and getting into a big jeep.
As I got into my Volvo, I thought about Bella, and what she would be doing tonight.
When 6:30 came I was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans as I knocked on Emmett's door. I could hear laughter coming from the living room.
Emmett opened the door and I came inside. Smiling at the people in there. Alice and her boyfriend were sitting on a couch, the blonde teacher was standing talking to another female teacher and I could see other colleagues around the room. Alice seemed greatly out of place to me.
"Hey I want you to meet my sister, she might be one of your students, I'm not sure."
I prayed it wasn't that horrible Lauren girl, but since I didn't know Emmett's last name, I couldn't be sure.
"Edward this is my sister Bella" Emmett said, pulling a flustered Bella almost as if out of thin air.
Gasp. Gasp. Breathe. Breathe. OH NO!
"Hi Bella, nice to see you again" I said keeping my tone as casual as possible. Of all the students he had to be Bella's brother. Emmett Swan, that made sense, I was thinking Hawn.
"You too" she blushed, before walking away towards Alice.
"So, Edward, how you like Forks?" Emmett asked, but was interrupted when a cop came in the room.
"Hey guys. I'm home." He said kissing Bella on the forehead, and clasping Emmett on the back.
HER DAD WAS A COP. I was so going to get shot. A cop, of all the rotten luck. The coach Is her brother, Alice is her best freind, she's my student AND her dad is a cop? Life wasn't fair.
"Hey, Dad." Emmett said. "This is the new teacher, Edward Cullen, he teaches Bells' English, Edward, man this is my father Police Chief Swan."
I shook his hand, hoping not to let on my inner turmoil.
Not only was she a cops daughter, her father was police chief. I was so going to get shot before the end of the year. I prayed and prayed to god for self control that night.