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"I can't believe we're finally done with high school" I said more of to myself than to anyone else.

That's right, after four years in this hell hole we call high school. The ending of one thing is the beginning of another. What was next?
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Edward chuckled, "Yeah... It did suck and now for the fun part. We get to prove everyone that ever doubted us wrong."

I arched an eyebrow not understanding what he meant by that. "What do you mean?"

We were currently hanging out at one of our favorite spots. It was called Bella's cafe.

Edward leaned forward in the chair he was sitting. "Do you remember when umm... what's his name would push of into our lockers everyday after first period? One day you just lost composure and screamed "Right now you may think you have the last laugh, but one day I'll be the one signing your packcheck. I'll maybe see you on the streets one day. You regret this then." Well now if you think about it. Now is that time. The time to start making something out of ourselves. To prove that we were always better than them."

I smiled remembering that moment. "Yes, your right." I looked down and grimaced. "Unfortunately that means we might end up separating one day. We have different, colleges, two different states. Edward, we were always best friends. It's sad thinking that we'll separate one day because of our dreams."

Edward shook his head, "That won't happen to us. We'll always be in each others life Anthony. Maybe not in the usual way but we'll be there for each other."

"Yeah, I shouldn't think so negativly. I can't say for sure what awaits us in the future. Anyways what are you majoring for?"

Edward took a few sips of his coffee before answering, "I always wanted to teach history. It was my favorite subject."

I chuckled, "I wouldn't think you'd want to be be in a high school after all we been through."

He laughed too, "Yeah, but I'll be a position. I'll have some power over them. I'll be more mature. And along the wayI can guide them correctly. Helping the troubled kids, the bullies, or people like us, the "nerds".

"I was thinking about the psycohology field. The human physicialogy was interested me. After that there is several fields that I can go into but, I haven't narrowed it down after that."

Edward nodded, "That's fine. We have time but promise me one thing ok? Promise me that you will take a break from yourself to see how I'm doing once in a while ok?"

I nodded, "I promise."

After two years of university practice and three more years to recieve a doctorate degree in psycology I had finally made it. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life.

I wanted to be a school consuelor.

My name is Anthony Wilson. I am 26 years old and I am the guidance consuelor at Fork High School.

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After providing them all of my education background it wasn't hard for them to see me as a potential candidate and within a few weeks they gave me the position.

I couldn't be more elated especially when I found out that my High school buddy Edward Cullen was currently employed there as well. He was the history teacher.

Things could be more better. We were both living our dreams, and we were able to do that together.

"So... are you nervous?" Edward asked.

I shurgged, "Not really... I'm really excited if anything. Today I get to do what I've always wanted to do my whole life. I curious about to type of kids I'm a going to meet actually. How are the kids around here anyways?"

Edward chuckled, "I'll just tell you this... maybe half of my class might need to make an appointment with you."

I smirked, "What, you having hard time with the class?" I asked.

"Not necessarily, they're just... hard to control sometimes. Sometimes I can be giving a lecture about the most interesting stuff, but then when I look at that class. They look like they want to shoot themselves. I forget that I'm the one with the history obession and not them."

I laughed picturing that. Edward going all out on the subject not even noticing how much he could have been boring the class. "That's just like you... I'm glad I got the opportunity to work with you."

Edward smiled, "I'm glad too." Edward looked at the clock seeing that it was 7:29. "We have to catch up lat.." The school bell ringed loudly interuptting him. "Darn, I have to get going"

I nodded, "Yes, We'll catch up later"

Over the course of two weeks I was definetely kept busy. Edward was right. These kids... they were a handle.

Majority of the kids sent to me were sent because of behavior problems or bullying in other words. I was currently sent with to of kids at the moment. Based on what one of the teachers told me, they were fighting. It was my job to find out why it happened and how to desolve the issue.

I sat up at my desk giving both of the boys my eye contact. One of them was a tan skinned. I guessed that he might had been of indian heritage. He was slightly built sigifying that he was invovled in an extra curricular activity. He probably was on the school foot ball team. He had a defiant look on his face. Obviously, he didn't want to be here or at this school for this matter. The other guy was on the pale side. Similiar to Edward's complexion actually. He was very muscular actually. You wouldn't think that he was a 17 year old guy. He was looking towards the ground. He was probably guilty about something.

"Jacob Black and Emmett McCarthy?"

They both looked at me and nodded. "I'm Anthony Wilson, the new consuelor here. You can called me Wilson though. Do you guys know why you've been sent here?"

Jacob scoffed, "Yeah, I know why I'm here, but you probably not gonna believe me anyway. All you teacher's do is smile in our faces and nod like your listening. Just send me to detention or something. This is a waste of time."

Emmett seemed to get offended by this and sat up in his chair. "Dude, that's bull. I know what I saw. You were making out with my girl. That was fucked up."

Girls. I should had assumed that would be about this.

I decided to cut in, "Emmett, First of all watch your langauge. You shouldn't talk like that. People tend to ignore you when you spew words like that at them. And how about you both relay what happened. And no interupting each other okay? Jacob you go first then."

Jacob sighed, "Well, to make things short we were talking and she was hitting on me. I brushed it off a few times but, Roselie wouldn't take now for an answer so she just kissed. I wasn't gonna push her off me. I don't hit girls. Just when I was to pull her off me you came by and things went to hell."

I looked towards Emmett and was surprised to see him staring intently as me. I was pretty sure there was nothing on my face. Maybe he was day dreaming?

"Emmett? Were you listening to Jacob?" I said looking right back at him.

His eyes widened and he immediately looked away from me. "Yeah, whatever... I guess I was overreating or something."

Jacob scoffed, "Yeah, you were man. I wouldn't do that to you bro."

Emmett nodded. "Yeah, you're right." He said lowly. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention. He was occupied with something else. "Look can we just go?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? I mean, if there is another situation like this in the future I will have to right you up and... there will be... consequences."

Again, Emmett was staring at me. I tapped my desk to get his attention. "Are you okay McCarthy?"

This time he was blushing. "S-sorry. I understand. I've been stressed out. School and Football stuff, I guess." he mumbled and looked towards Jacob. "Sorry, man"

Jacob didn't seem to accpet the apology, but he was calm at the moment. There wasn't any bruises on either of them so if they did get physical, it was broken up quickly.

I nodded, "Alright, Jacob you can go." Jacob stood up followed by Emmett, but I stopped him. "Not you Emmett, you stay for a bit. I want to talk to you alone."

Jacob went off as Emmett sat back down in the chair looking rather nervous. I was going to figure this out.

"Now that we're alone... why don't you tell me what is troubling you."

Emmett seemed to look anywhere but in my general direction. "N-nothing" He said stuttering once again.

"It doesn't seem like it. You look nervous. Even though, I haven't been here for that long you can trust me. Anything you say will be between the both of us. I promise."

Emmett sighed deeply, "I can't tell you what's wrong with me if I don't even know myself alright?"

I leaned forward in my chair, "What does that supposed to mean? Ok... look tell something then. It doesn't have to be big or anything."

"I... I started to..." Then he stopped plaming his face. "Look, I don't wanna talk about ok?"

I sighed myself, and then nodded. "Alright, that's fine. I won't force you, but can you promise me that you'll come back when you are?"

Emmett finally looked my way, "Why do you care anyway?"

I shrugged, "Is there a reason I shouldn't care?" I countered.

He seemed to be at a lost of words. "Ok, I'll come back some other time." He said standing up and heading for the door.

I nodded, "Emmett?"

He looked back at me with a sad expression on his face. "I'll be waiting."

He gave me that look again. The one that he gave me while I was listening to Jacob. I couldn't exactly recognize the feeling behind it. It just seemed like he wanted something from me. Something that he could only get from me.

He gave me a final nod before heading out.