Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine, unfortunately…

This is something I wrote in my spare time. Enjoy, because I know I did.

Getting Caught

Bella's POV

Spying on the teacher may seem incredibly complicated, but when you have Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale on your side, everything is a lot easier. Although, no matter how tricky and sneaky those two girls are, we were bound to get caught. It might be the fact that my luck is practically non-existent, that Alice can never seem to keep her mouth shut, or that every time Rose sees a mirror she has to stop and stare at her reflection. Nevertheless, our plan had failed, and here we were, sitting on a black leather couch in a room with a wall covered in cds. A forest green pair of eyes glared at us as we fidgeted nervously on the seats. It was official: we were screwed.

"What were you doing?" A velvety voice commanded. I turned to stare into the emerald depths of the newest student teacher at Forks – Edward Masen. All of the girls were practically swooning at his feet, and unfortunately if I let my guard slip at all around him, I would become one of them. I know that's totally pathetic, but one thing is true: he is the most gorgeous man on the planet.

"We were…um…" I stuttered, trying to think of a good excuse. I was always the worst liar, and everyone knew it; even Mr. Masen. I glanced at Rose and Alice out of the corner of my eyes, silently begging them for help. Alice giggled slightly at my predicament, and I glared at her. Rose rolled her eyes at our childish behavior and spoke up in my defense.

"Actually, Mr. Masen," She started, "We just had a couple questions about the new song we were singing in class." Rose was always better than me at persuading people. She shook out her long blond hair and opened her hazel eyes as far as they could go. This was the trick she used on guys; to lust them into believing what she was saying. It had only failed her once; when she was trying to convince her boyfriend Emmett to do something so disgusting that I never asked what it was.

He stared at her, seeming to believe what she was saying. Then, as quickly as I started to think we were home free, he spoke again. "I don't believe you. Rosalie, can you go wait out in the living room? I need to talk to the other two." I gulped as this. There was no way I was going to be able to lie to his face! Rose huffed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. He turned to Alice next, who sat up happily.

"It's true! See, I didn't know how to pronounce some of the words in the German song we're singing, so I made Rose and Bella come with me to ask you. When nobody answered though, we sort of just let ourselves in." Alice chirped happily. She was the best liar out of all of us. If Mr. Masen didn't believe her, I was dead.

Mr. Masen nodded along with what she was saying. "I'll see if that's what Isabella says. In the meantime, would you wait outside with Rosalie?" My eyes widened, and I turned to Alice, silently begging her to help me. She shrugged and mouthed the words, 'You're on your own, pal,' before walking gracefully out the door.

I was sure that my face was white from nerves. I turned to look at Mr. Masen, who was staring intently at me. "So, Isabella-,"

"Bella." I corrected automatically, my face flushing red. I must look like a clown, with my brown hair in a mess, my face fully white except for the bright red spots on my cheeks, my eyes frantic and worried. Yep, definitely a clown.

"Bella, then. Is that what really happened?" I kept my lips sealed tightly together, and nodded yes. I refused to look up.

"I know you're lying, Bella." I looked up to see Mr. Masen watching me closely. "We can stay here for as long as you like. I'm in no hurry." To prove his point, he went over to a large grey stereo and turned it on. A soft, familiar tune came sweetly out of the speakers, which I recognized instantly as Clair de Lune. I leaned back on the leather couch, taking up almost all of the room. Mr. Masen chose to sit on the arm rest by my head, staring down at me. I sighed. It might be better to just tell him the truth.

"It kind of was my idea," I started. He raised one eyebrow, obviously confused. I was never the kind of person to get in trouble. "It was more of a joke, really. You see, this is how it all started…"

This is more of a prologue thing. I'll see if people like it before I continue.