Hey,

So I haven't written a Titanic fanfiction in what feels like forever. Inspiration has hit me hard tonight though and I have scooped up an idea I feel is quite good ;D

I don't know if you guys will find it quite as good though - I really hope you do!

I am going to TRY my hardest to keep everyone in character...lets hope I succeed :-)

SUMMARY:A/U: Jack Dawson is the new 25 year old art teacher at West Philadelphia high, and when 17 year old Rose Bukater lays eyes on him she immediatley knows there's a spark between them. Set in 2012; give it a chance? ;D

Rose Bukater

"Rose! Time for school!" Her mother yells from the otherside of her door.

Rose turned over, squashing her face into her soft white pillow with a loud groan. She was not a morning person; especially after having so many lie-ins due to summer vaction. Apparently, that many lie-ins weren't enough for her and she craved more. Atleast one more blissful day.

"Rose!" Her mother's voice was louder now and more stern as she opened the door to Rose's lilac colored bedroom. Rose turned to face her, not at all happy by the interruption.

"I'm up, I'm up," She yawned as she got out of bed still quite - well very- tired. Ruth, her mother, grinned, all sense of anger lost as she spectated her daughter

"Good. Now get dressed; breakfasts being made as we speak and you wouldn't want to eat it cold, would you?"

"Of course." Rose replied with a fake smile as she watched her mother leave. Once she was gone she made a sour face at the door.

She made her way over to her window and pulled open the daisy patterened curtains, letting the dull sunlight spill inside. After that she made her way to her walk-in closet and fished out the smartest outfit she could find.

A pair of black skinny jeans with a blue and white short-sleeved plaid shirt finished with an old pair of converse. Her family was rich, yet she dressed like the odd one out. Everyone skipped around in their black pant suits and pencil skirts and then there she was, dressed down constantly, sticking out like a sore thumb. She liked it though. It gave her some sort of orginality amoung the waves of people around her.

Obviously she acted like a proper lady, was good mannered and never ever spoke her mind - because to be frank if she did she'd end up in endless amounts of trouble- but she liked to dress the way she liked.

Her mother was always telling her to go to a private school,or even be homed schooled,and whilst other would jump at the chance Rose wouldn't. She preffered the blissful seven hours away from her hectic homelife.

Standing infront of the mirror, she tried her best to tame her wild curls with her comb but it was a hopeless task. She ended up scooping her soft, long red hair up into a messy bun like she did almost everyday. It was that or a ponytail.

She sighed deeply at her apperance. Too many late nights had formed light black bags beneath her eyes and her pale skin actually look even paler if that was possible. Her pouty lips still looked the same and her beautiful bold blue eyes were burning with excitment. She was finally entering grade eleven; and she was going to do it with confidence. Usually she was the quiet girl with hardly any, if at all, no friends but she was planning to change that all this time around. Though, keeping quiet had made her a braniac and very clever, the popularity looked fun with the constant parties and groups of friends. It wasn't really her thing to be popular and all out there, but she atleast wanted to make somemore friends.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror and deciding that she looked the best she could, she left to go downstairs.

Her mother was sitting at the huge pine wood table taking small bites out of her toast that was cut into triangle slices. Her mother was almost the spitting image of herself; with her curly red hair and pale skin.

"Rose, darling, do sit." She said looking up at her with grin, showing off her well looked after teeth. Rose half smiled at her as she took a seat at the end of the table.

Ruth frowns at her slightly but then her mood seems to lighten at the next subject of the conversation "You'll be seeing Caledon today. After school so make sure you're home on time. He is a very busy man, Rose."

Rose was so tempted to roll her eyes and let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh ever, but she kept herself together. Caledon - or better known as Cal - was Rose's boyfriend who was thirteen years her senior with an extremley well-paid job. He was managing director at Hockley enterprise . The job that kept them together. The job that made her mother adore the pants off of him.

He was handsome, and such a charmer when he wanted to be. Though looks can be decieving, as underneath those good looks lay a snobby heartless side of Cal that mostly came out whilst alone with Rose. He treat her like evey woman would love to be treat, yes, but he was like a rock when it came to emotional things. Rose would tell him personal things and he'd just shrug them off and tell her to cheer up. But her mother still thought he was gods gift.

"Really, mother? Do you two discuss little meetings for him to meet with me? Honestly." She rolled her eyes and stared at the maid, Trudy, as she rolled in with a plate of toast for her "maybe you two should just capture me all the time; it's not like I have a life."

Trudy half smirked as she placed the plate infront of Rose "Would you like some tea with that miss?"

Rose looked up at her in dramatic shock "Oh, somebody asking me for something! Am I dead?"

Trudy let out a small laugh as she glanced at Ruth who was not at all happy as she tossed her piece of toast onto the plate in both anger and irritation "Trudy this toast is burnt. Please take it away."

"As you wish, miss." Trudy said as she made her way around the table to Ruth who turned her glare to Rose.
"You are being extremley rude today, Rose. You know that Cal must see you alot since you two are together. You know he has to make room in his schedule just to see you? Do you know how much of a fuss that must be for him?"

"Sorry." Rose murmered, looking down at the two pieces of toasted bread infront of her to avoid her mother's icy gaze.

"Yes, well, as I was saying. Cal wants to see you tonight. He would like to discuss with you something important. Important to all of us."

Rose knew exactly what she was getting at. Her father, Arthur Bukater, was deathly sick...he was succuming to the effects of leukmia and was slowly departing from the world which broke Rose's heart even more than it already was. The fact was, his death wouldn't be too bad for the family, if he wasn't the source of their wealth. The thing was, Arthur was keeping them up to scratch in everything from their house to their fancy cars and if he were to die then all of that would be swept away from them. So, thus the reason Rose was forced into a relationship with the tremendously rich Caledon Hockley.

"How is he?" Rose asked, perfectly shaped brows furrowing with concern. She cared deeply for her father unlike her mother.

"Your father is fine. At least, that's what the doctors are saying." She sounded emotionless as she spoke, her words colder than ice. Although she acted like she didn't care, Rose knew she did.

"Well, I'm going." Rose said after a while of silence and staring at her mother awkwardly. There really wasn't much to say after what her mother had just said.

Ruth smiled at her oversweetly "Do have fun, sweetheart. Just remember you are seeing Cal tonight."

As she turned, Rose rolled her eyes and picked up her satchel which Trudy had already prepared for her the day before. School would be fun for her because of the fact there was no Cal or her mother there.

Jack Dawson

He wiped the layer of sweat forming above his brow as he stood nervously at the front of the huge art classroom. He was awaiting his first class of the day; the class that would be the very first class he taught at this school. It was an enormous school and you could easily get lost in it's long corridors. He was buzzed he'd gotten the job there- over the moon infact!

But he was extremley nervous. What if he messed up? What if he said something innapropriate by accident?

Taking a deep breath he took a seat infront of his new desk. The classroom walls were completley bare; the teacher who taught there before him had obviously taken away with them all of the drawings stuck up on the walls. By the look of the marks they'd left, they'd been there for a mightly while. He had met the other art teacher, Mrs Henderson, informally known as Lola, and she seemed like a nice woman.

The door swung open and in came his first class, all smiling and laughing. They stopped almost immediatley when they saw their new art teacher and just stared at him. Jack shifted uncomfortably in his seat before grinning ear to ear at them, his care-free attitude taking over.

"Hi. Please, take a seat. All of you." He said with an enthusiastic smile toward them.

Surprisingly they all took a seat without another word. It was easier than Jack had expected. He'd expected atleast one argument to break loose; but they were all well-behaved and once they took their seats they stared at him in total concentration.

"I'm Mr. Dawson your new art teacher," Jack stated cooly "I'll be teaching you guys for the next year. Maybe even the year after that. For your first subject, we'll be looking at the work of Van Gogh."

As he talked more about the lesson and the things they'd be doing for the project, his thoughts wandered.

He wondered how his best friend Fabrizio was getting on with his new job. Fabrizio was originally from Italy, but after his mother passed away he moved over to Philedelphia to live with Jack in his new apartment. As cramped as it was having two people living in a one bedroomed apartment, it was great fun.

It was new for both of them since Jack was originally from Wisconsin. He'd only moved up her for more job opportunities and he was not dissapointed when this job offer popped up to him.

2:00 pm

"Alright guys, class dismissed." Jack said whilst running his splattered in paint hand through his sandy hair, leaving a trail of blue paint throughout it without realizing. The class got to their feet immediatly, rushing for the door as quick as they could, laughing and screaming.

Jack sighed as he propped himself back into his chair. He'd taught four classes already and it was draining him. He still had one more class to teach, one more class until he could retire to his bed at home. He closed his eyes momentarily, wanting to drift off right there, but was awoken by the sound of the door being swung open yet again. He immediatly sat up and smiled at whoever it was walking through the door. It was a small petite brunette shyly edging inside the classroom.

She kept glancing at Jack then looking away from him quickly as she took a seat. He'd arranged the seats into a circle now so that he could get to know them all a little. He'd found it entirely confusing with his first class to remember their names and was constantly apologising to them for forgetting.

Soon the seats were filled with excited teens, all buzzed that it was their last lesson. He could hardly be bothered with this last lesson but he knew he had to teach; that was going to be his job from now on.

He raised from his seat still smiling brightly down at the students. Here came his introduction again. He was actually getting quite sick of saying the same 'Hi I'm Mr. Dawson your new art teacher' thing but he still did it.

"So, now you guys all know me but I don't know any of you. What I thought we'd do for this lesson is just...let me get to know you guys. What you stuggle to draw, what you're keen to learn and what you're great at. I'mma go around the circle, ask your name and what you like to draw," he took a deep breath in then exhaled "Phew."

He took a seat again, getting comfortable before starting the first part of the lesson

Rose Bukater

She was sat in the library, stuck into Romeo and Juliet and not keeping track of time. Curiously, she glanced up at the clock. She half expected it to be 1:45 and nearly time for her next lesson but it was, infact, 2:30. She jumped up grabbed her bag, keeping a tight hold of her novel, before rushing out of the library door and waving off the librarian.

She strode on past the couple of teenaged girls chatting excitedly near their lockers, clearly skipping class. She wanted to ask to join them when she saw what lesson she had next; art. Rose had hated art ever since she could remember. She didn't even like drawing when she was a kid, and still hated it now. It wasn't that it bored her, or that she wasn't interested in it, it was the fact that she couldn't draw no matter how hard she tried and she'd just end up looking like the class clown in most art lessons.

She rolled her eyes at the thought of embarrasing herself infront of this supposedly 'hot' new art teacher. She'd overheard two other girls at dinner talking about how Mr Dawson was probably the best looking teacher who they'd had there in a while. Rose had thought nothing of it. She figured they were over exaggerating.

He was probably the same as any other art teacher she'd had. Boring.

As she got closer to room 208 she heard a mans voice from the otherside. She listen to it momentarily; it was so smooth and boyish. Not wanting to waste anymore time, and being curious to see the man behind that voice, she pushed open the door and entered the classroom. She felt all eyes on her as she suddenly dropped her book and three pens she was carrying in her hand. Suddenly, she didn't know what to do. Act embarresed?

In the end she laughed as she picked her things back up "Dear me; I'm so clumsy."

When she stood up fully again, her eyes suddenly locked with a bright blue pair. Her legs turned to jelly in that moment and she felt as though she was going to collapse at any moment. Studying her new teachers face, she came to the realization that those two girls were correct. He was rather handsome.

His sandy hair,tinted with browns and black streaks, fell over his eye in a careless sort of way and his lips...so manly, yet looking so soft to kiss. He truly did make her heart melt in a way that was strange to her.

He seemed to stare at her with equal fascination. They were like that for what felt like forever before Rose broke away her gaze, feeling herself blush.

"I-I...sorry I'm late." She stuttered nervously. She wasn't sure if it was because she knew nobody in this class, or if Mr. Dawson's gaze was making her weak at the knees.

Blinking quickly, Jack smiled at her "Take a seat," he said softly pointing to the last empty seat inbetween a dark haired girl and a brunette boy. Rose made her way over to it, avoiding Jack's eyes, though she knew they were following her every movement.

'Get a hold of yourself!' her mind snapped at her as she almost missed the seat when she sat.

Jack cleared his throat before looking back up at Rose. It seemed everyone had turned to look at Rose again, and she had no idea why.

"What's your name? What do you like to draw?" Jack asked softly, a little too softly actually. Rose shuffled in her seat a little

"I'm Rose Bukater, I don't like to draw anything and you have blue paint in your hair." It came out too suddenly, she couldn't even stop it. It was like word vomit.

He ran his clean hand through his hair and looked at it. He sighed and then laughed as he saw smudged blue paint on his fingers "Whoops. I'll clean that out later," he beamed at Rose "I'm sure there's something you like to draw?"

Rose tried to look anywhere but at him. She needed to get all the attention off of her so she quickly made something up

"I like to draw landscapes." It came out sounding a little too impatient and when she looked back at Jack he had a half smirk on his face, as though he knew what she was feeling. God, she hoped he didn't.

"And you?" He asked, moving his gaze very slowly to the jet black haired girl sitting beside her. Her green eyes turned from Rose, to Jack and she grinned

"My names Eleanor Milligan and I love to draw cartoon-type stuff. It's just a passion I've had for a long time."

Eleanor continued to talk about her passion but Rose missed half of it; she was too busy trying to peep glances at Jack. It seemed everytime her eyes got the chance to drink in some more of his apperance, he'd look back at her. He wouldn't move his head, just his gaze very slyly.

He was wearing a beige v neck jumper, and underneath he had a smart plaid shirt, all finished with a pair of jeans. A little too casual for a teacher at that school, Rose thought. But then again, he did teach art which was a messy class. It wasn't really necessary to wear a suit.

Soon everyone had had a turn in speaking and Jack was the one the attention was on.

"So, this year should be a great one. The things I have planned for art lessons are going to be awesome." He grinned ear to ear, glancing around at everyone.

Jack. D

The lesson was soon over and everyone was packing away their things whilst Jack went around to put the classroom back to the way it was. He glanced over his shoulder at Rose as she was leaving. He spun around on his heels

"Lily," he said but it was in more of a questionable tone. Rose turned to him with a confused look

"It's Rose." She corrected, pushing a loose curl behind her ear and trying to hide the blush on her face.

"Ah, I knew it was some kind of flower," he grinned and she rolled her eyes almost like she was annoyed "I hope you turn up to my lesson on time next time. Okay?"

"Yes, okay. Goodbye, Mr. Dawson." She seemed to be in a rush as she hasitly left without so much as a second glance.

He let out a long kept in sigh as he sat on one of the desks behind him. He'd wanted to keep her in there a little longer, just so he could stare at her beauty. When she'd walked into the classroom he'd felt his heart miss a beat; he'd been stunned by her. He remebered the look in her eyes that told him he did the same to her. He'd never felt all giddy over a girl, and when he did it had been a long time ago.

After a while of thinking he decided to carry on cleaning up. After all, Rose wouldn't have wanted anything to do with him. He was her teacher!

Or, that's what he thought...

So how was it? I am sorry about any mistakes; I'm using my mom's laptop and it has a really shitty writing thingy xD

I really hope you guys liked it! It will get better; this was just the first chapter!

We'll meet Cal in the next one...if I get any reviews because reviews kinda keep me going on stories. I really hope I get a good response. :D

Bye for now

-xShatteredRose