A story I began a year ago that never left the pages of my notebook, till now. Jasper/Alice, teacher/student. What could be better?

Inspiration: Don't Stand So Close To Me – Glee Cast Version

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Jasper.

I glanced to my watch, cussing softly at the offending item as though it were to blame for the mere fact that I was running late for my very first class of the new semester. Quickly checking my notes in my brief case I pushed open the door of my Bentley, sure it was a little flashy for such a small town university professor, but if there was one thing I was meant to indulge upon, according to my twin sister Rosalie, it was most certainly cars. Expensive, beautiful and exotic creatures of metal and mechanics, truly a fitting indulgence for a man of my age.

Smirking at the glances I began to receive from some of the newer students, I pulled on my glasses to shield my eyes from the brightness of the morning sun. The glare from the Forks pavement enough to blind the best of us. Locking the car and heading towards the building hurriedly, I knew I was cutting it close.

Five minutes until my class was set to begin and I was not even in the damn building yet. Making to take longer strides, it was sheer luck that I was able to dodge Jessica Stanley, the social sciences professor and cougar to boot, the woman had not let me alone since the day I began teaching history here, fresh with my new teaching degree only three years prior. Being the youngest professor to teach at the university with my now twenty-nine years, apparently made me some form of hot commodity for my older female peers.

Ducking by some students, I made sure to shield myself as much as possible from the woman's eagle-eyed gaze. Jessica was nice enough but going on for fourth-five and that made me beyond uninterested in her beyond that of a minor friendship formed from the common ground of teaching. Never one to date older women, my sister had called me superficial (never mind her dating a male underwear model herself) but I preferred my women much younger.

It was an unfortunate annoyance to find Jessica's infatuation in place, made all the worse by the knowledge that Lauren Mallory, single mother of a nearly fifteen year old daughter, forty-one and Katie Marshall, widowed, fifty years old, lusted for me just as much as their only slightly younger friend.

Edward took great pleasure in telling me such any chance he could. He enjoyed nothing more than to watch me squirm from the age of twelve. Edward Cullen was one of my family's closest friends, three years my senior and yet both of us had fast become the best of friends even in much younger years. This could have perhaps been helped by the fact that we were both somewhat unusual finds here, the youngest professors and all, but this could be greatly hindered by the fact that Edward was happily married to his childhood sweetheart, Bella Swan. Leaving me, Jasper Whitlock, to fend off the cougars by myself. An exceptionally difficult task when presented by the fact that Jessica, Lauren and Katie all had some form of knack for finding me as often and frequently as possible.

Today I was just lucky.

Quickly rushing into my classroom, I nearly slammed my briefcase down on my desk, relief washing through me with three minutes to spare. I would be solid for one more year in Forks University. My mental congratulatory pat on the back for making it on time however was shattered near instantly by the sounds of a soft giggle, the sound drifting deftly from the student seating area.

Glancing up quickly, the sensation of a shock slipping down my spine by the sound, I was shocked to find the most startling pair of green eyes staring back at me. The girl was small, tiny, pixie like even and no more than nineteen I would bet. She gazed at me with an amused smirk and I struggled to remember to breathe under the intensity of her eyes before the rest of the class began to file in. I watched her eyes drop reluctantly (or so I could swear) from me and land upon the pink fuzzy pen she held in her hand, a matching notebook open in front of her.

I watched the dark beauty a moment more before shaking myself out of it, taking out a board pen and beginning to write the title of my class as well as my name for them all to remember before I could summon myself to turn and face the new students, trying all the while not to allow my eyes to stray to the dark haired girl, who gazed at me fixatedly, her eyes glazed over with apparent (or imagined) lust.

I subconsciously raked my hand through my blonde curls before I began to speak, finding my voice in a deep southern drawl, learned from my childhood growing up in the sunny tresses of Texas.

"Hello new students and welcome to your history class, I will be your professor for this year. My name is Jasper Whitlock but you may all call me Jasper, if we are on good terms by the end of this. Otherwise, Professor Whitlock will do." I risked the smallest glance to the small girl only to find her biting her pink lip, her lashes beat furiously at her cheeks, brushing long against them even without the disgusting new trend of fake lashes, those girls would kill to have green eyes lashes.

Momentarily I found myself losing track of thoughts, those eyes framed and perfectly shaped were beyond emeralds against her pale skin, such a contrast to the jet black pixie cut and those damned bright eyes. She was by far the most beautiful student I had seen in… well ever. In response I felt the tell tale signings of my dick stirring beneath the cover of my jeans.

Clearing my throat, I took another moment to glance away from her, trying to focus on some other students. The trouble with being younger than most professors, my attractions lay different to that of normality. One might say I like my women nearly too young. "Any questions?"

A redhead woman, older than a lot of the other students, I could tell clearly from her appearance, from her voice, ripped and shredded by the mistress of smoking and drink and not at all pleasant for my throbbing awareness. She was clearly one of the mature students, giggled at me, raising her hand up with a sickening yoo-hoo style gesture. I glanced slowly to my register.

"Yes Miss…"

"Lehane." She replied without a pause, another giggle escaping her lips as she practically fucked me over with her eyes. Oh boy, here comes another one, my mind flittered wickedly over the possible ways I could attempt to repel them all at this rate.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, you seem ever so young to be a teacher, you can't be more than twenty-five…"

I rolled my eyes at her, my gaze never straying from the focused spot on the wall beside her head. I could not risk a glance to the beautiful girl yet nor could I look the redheaded woman in the eyes. "I am twenty-nine but thank you for bringing that to the attention of everyone else…" I scanned her second name to look for her first, mumbling out with a slight wince. "Victoria."

The woman appeared to huff a little, seemingly off placed by my lack of interest in her unattractive, fake haired ass, before more hands shot up from around the room. I repressed my sudden urge to grip the bridge of my nose, growling out through clenched lips, I hoped that they would get the point. "If it's another question about my age, you can put your hands DOWN." I glanced pointedly to the petite brunette, whose delicate, well manicured hand, raised high above the others in its alabaster glory. Slowly the hands of the other students lowered down and the pixie's hand held firm. Her lips graced with a teasing smile as her bell like voice tolled out towards me, stroking my too easily distracted male ego.

"It's not." She haughtily snipped contradicting the smile on her elfin lips. Her voice musical and sweet, I consented for her to go on with the simplest nod. "What made you decide you wanted to teach history?"

I hesitated for one moment, perking up for the smallest moment in more ways than with just the general. The order of the room instantly changed, the air lifted and my stuffy annoyance began to shift, all with the question asked from this beauty's lips, the one I had intended for them first to ask at all.

As a teacher, there were things that I could never bring the dullness of ordinary life to quell, my family often asked how I, cocky as I am, could have the patience to teach, to educate and to inform and the simplest answer I could give boiled down to this, from the first moment I could read, I had grown to love reading most about history. All the other children my age had hated it beyond any measure of words, so it was with that in mind that I chose to change that for the future.

"A good question, my dear, a very good one for the consideration of my lesson plan for our first day. You see, before I tell y'all about MY favourite part of history, I'm going to try and see what you know of it and if you could possibly guess it on your own. Think of this as a game, the winner will get a prize at the end. Remember though, this is primarily a serious subject, so I'm looking for a real knowledge, if you don't like history and are just here because your Mommy said to do it, well just leave now." I waited a long moment, taking in the expressions on the faces only slightly younger, some older, waiting for the words to sink into their minds before I turned to the thrill of teaching, learning what they themselves already knew for later purposes. This year I intended to make the best.

After the class, which I felt was largely successful besides Victoria's all out flirtations, I began to wipe down the board once more, the familiar scent of marker and cleaning agent filled my nose like a sweet perfume that only a teacher could possibly understand. My back turned to the leaving students, I believed myself to have finally gotten control, the uneventful session had lead next to no more opportunity to notice the beautiful girl, instead the class had been filled with voices guessing and trying to prove their reason for being here, in other words, I had soon been able to discover who would be kissing my ass to get As and who would be scraping by on the skin of their teeth.

The familiar buzz of students set free filled my ears to a dull throb; I resisted the urge to smile as I worked. Finally back into the swing of my passion, it was a good ten minutes of so before I heard everyone leave. The sounds of chatter and voices drifted down the hall, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I turned towards my brief case with the intention of packing my things and was startled to find myself gazing into the deepest emerald eyes, filled with expression, thoughtfulness and the slightest spark of wistfulness. I had to take one breath.

The both of us jumping up in some fright, I couldn't help but notice the slight blush of pink on my little audience's creamy cheeks. "C-can I…ah help you m-miss…" I attempted to sputter out a string of words that would make sense, wishing to fool myself into thinking I wasn't affected by her beauty. It was with a drumming sadness, I realized that the lesson had not permitted me quite to learn the beauty's name. I clamped my mouth shut and attempted to look as apologetic as I could all the while my heart hammered away in my chest, constricting at the idiocy of my actions. My gaze travelled over her tiny, absolutely tiny, body. If I were not already aware that she were over the age of fifteen, I might have thought she were no more than a child, and yet those curves, the swell of her breast against her shirt coupled with those eyes. The eyes that no doubt held the power to bring any man to his knees, happily.

I shifted on my feet, trying to clear my head enough to pay attention to her voice; I found it hard to meet her eyes, of which she seemed to notice, releasing a small giggle that sounded like the tinkling of bells. "I'm Alice, Alice Brandon." The sound of her name was like none other, her voice dripped honey and sex appeal to me, it were as though she were the most potent bottle of whiskey and I were a desperate alcoholic, completely compelled by her every sound and move. Sweat began to slick my brow with the immense effort to keep myself calm and professional. Snap out of it, Whitlock! The voice in the back of my mind screamed loudly, the stiffening within my jeans doing nothing to help my erratic thoughts. She was my student, I was her teacher and she was very, very young. Too young, even for me. She's waiting for you to speak asshole!

"Can… can I help you Alice?" I raised my brow, the Texan smirk in me coming out before I could stop it. She giggled tenderly once more as her eyes darted from my face, her gaze running over my chest, my arms and right on down to where my lower half hid behind the desk.

Oh boy… I knew that look, I'd had that look from so many women, and a few men and that look meant nothing but trouble, especially for me.

She smiled, her mouth curving up delicious as her voice that quivered from between those luscious lips. "No sir, I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your lesson…" Her bright eyes shone wickedly towards me, her words meant nothing as instead I paid such attention to her mouth, seeing how her lips stretched against her white teeth, forcing me to imagine what they might feel like, what it might seem like to have her looking up at me, her beautiful little mouth wrapped around my…

Fuck. Stop it.

I cleared my throat, forcing words from my stiff mouth. "Ah- thanks… that is very sweet of you." Unable to think what to say next, I felt my very weak resolve not to oogle her stray from my mind. Her dress hugged her small figure perfectly; a small amount of buxom cleavage visible below the V of her neck, her hips while slender looked sturdy and graspable. My eyes moved lower down her legs, and I nearly released a groan at the sight of a bright red pair of fuck me heels, looking every bit like the sexy version of a modern day Dorothy, completing her young ensemble. Definitely older than fifteen, my brain screamed.

"You know, I wasn't sure if I should take history or not…" Her lips pursed deep in thought, her cheeks colouring with some rouge once more as her eyes locked seductively on mine. "Now I know I made the right choice." Those eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, placing her tiny hands on the sturdy wood of my desk and gave me the perfect view of her cleavage.

Fuck me. This girl was going to make sure to force me into hell before the year was through, maybe even shorter than a few days. Her pink tongue flicked over her pouted lips as though to tease me, her voice was husky to my ears. "I think this may even turn out to be my favourite lesson… with my favourite teacher."

My dick gave a twitch under the force of her effect on me and I found myself fighting to keep a hold of my senses, near all my will was required to keep from bending her over that damned desk and teaching her exactly what those doe eyes were promising me and more. It was with great effort that I found myself chanting out within my head, what was sure to become my new mantra with this vixen in my classroom 'She's just a teenager, she's just a teenager, she's just a freaking teenager…' I prayed that this would quell my moment of male lust; she was far too young to understand the implications of her actions. Far too young for me, nearly less than half my age even.

I felt those damned eyes of hers capture my own again and I knew I should speak, yet all thoughts of words seemed impossible against the imagining of her in various sexual positions coupled with my mantra. The thoughts only seemed broken by the strange image of her curled in my arms, happy.

A sudden wash of relief crossed me then as Ben Cheney, God bless him, the TA for this year poked his head in the door, shattering the spell she cast over me in an instant. "Sorry to interrupt. Doctor Cullen wants to see us in his room in a few moments, Sir. Oh hey Alice…" He smiled cheerfully before leaving, no doubt to round up all the other teachers and TAs for the meeting called by our dean. Quickly moving past the desk, I motioned for her to leave.

"That is very sweet of you Alice, if you need anything…" DON'T COME TO ME. "Feel free to drop by."

She smiled radiantly, moving to brush past me, seemingly in innocence and by accident and yet I was overly aware as her hand brushed against my straining cock without pause, a knowing grin on her face, she turned the corner and was gone. I barely had time to register her effect on me before realizing that in that simple brushed touch, I had nearly blown my load in my pants like a freaking hormonal teenager.

Shit. This was bad, VERY bad.

How could one lesson with this girl have me so fucking wound up? I had to get a grip. Never had this happened before to me, what was worse, she appeared to want me as much, if not more so, than I wanted her. Her actions had proved thus far that she would be going to any lengths to torture me. No doubt from her touch she fantasized about me in that lesion, sexually, or she would tonight or even now…

I groaned loudly and banged my head to the white board, hearing the bang before the pain registered, fluttering over my mind. I muttered absently to my empty room. "Ow."

Quickly I swept up my things and headed towards the dean's office. Knowing I could not place this matter to the side like I so wanted to, I simply hoped with the smallest of dull throbs in my mind that this would all blow over sooner rather than later, with my job and conscience still intact.