That first chapter was incredibly fun to write and I just couldn't wait to start the next. I'm aiming for very long chapters for this story because it's more fitting than 1300 words. This story is just so much fun to write from my other, heavier stories, so I would love reviews for motivation on writing this. You guys were wonderful on the first chapter!

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Chapter 2: Let's Talk 'Literacy God'

BPOV

I made it through English without making a complete fool out of myself, except for when Angela texted me and told me to wipe the drool off my face and close my mouth. I love her, I love her, I love her… Yeah, I totally loved that chick. When class was winding down to about ten minutes and everyone was twisting around to talk with others, I finally got the pleasure of hearing every girl gush over Mr. Masen. It sounded like we were all thinking the same things almost but mine seemed slightly more vulgar.

None of my fantasies have ever really circulated around a teacher taking a student in the classroom, but I was slowly thinking more and more about it…

After English, Art Expression was a great break from the tension I was feeling. For the first day we focused on cleaning our workspaces up, cleaning paintbrushes, getting our palettes cleaned and doing a once-over on our easels to ensure they weren't defective or cracked. Then we did some "splatter exercises" as my teacher so lovingly put it. In other words, we dipped thick-bristled brushes into acrylic paints and played paintball to our sheet of paper. It was fun and oddly kept my mind busy.

After both my classes were completed, I stayed around with Angela and talked about last summer over more Starbucks.

"You know," she said, sipping her frap, "I really thought the summer would be bad because Ben and I broke up literal days before, but it was actually pretty good. Like, I could hang out with guys without being accused of cheating or something, and I felt more…" She waved her hand in front of her face in a failure to come up with a word.

"Free?" I supplied.

Her eyes lit up. "Yes! Free, I felt so free, like I could do anything."

"That's what happens when you're single," I agreed half-heartedly. In all honesty, I wanted to be married by the time I was thirty. We talked for a few more minutes about the glories of being single before we parted ways. I couldn't wait to get home and crawl into my bed to forget this day. Even though it would be repeating again in a week.

Once home I went straight to my room to dump all my crap before slipping my iPod in to drown out the small groans and whimpers coming from Alice's room. At least Riley came over to keep her company while I was away. Good stuff, I approved. I changed from my clothes into running shorts and a tank top before plopping down on the couch with my laptop, flipping the TV on for the sake of using it. I had this super weird obsession with FanFiction that I couldn't kick. I was reading this completely kickass Alice in Wonderland fic that totally blew my fucking mind – it was so realistic! Any second now I was waiting for a bunny to come knock on my door just to tell me "he's late"! Literally, I drooled over this story and hung on. Every. Word. After reading at least two sentences I got up to put in Tim Burton's masterpiece.

I knew Alice would kill me when she saw what I was watching, but with the movie playing, it intensified the experience of reading these fics.

I heard a loud giggle before a door opened. Riley came running out, struggling to buckle his belt and he grinned when he saw me. Then he saw the TV and rolled his eyes. Even he knew the unnatural obsession. Alice came out after him with only a purple sheet wrapped around her, trying to pull him back to her room and whispering things in his ear. He smiled and repeated to her "I'm late" while slowly edging out the door, giggling with her.

So I'm jealous of my best friend.

After he was gone and Alice's sorta dazed face vanished, she ran back into her room and came out a few minutes dressed casually before sitting on the couch and looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I finally demanded, closing my laptop because I really did know what.

"How was English today for fuck's sake!" she shrieked, throwing her hands out.

My eyes widened. "Good," I said simply.

Alice huffed, running a hand through her hair impatiently and maybe slightly frustrated. "How delicious does Mr. Masen look?" she demanded forcefully. "On the back of his book and the pictures I Googled on the Internet, he looks like, so good and all. You know? I love his hair – I wish Riley's was longer like that."

I inhaled then exhaled. "Alice…this guy is so annoying! Like, I was massively late and he called me out on it, and then he just completely ignored me. But whatever, it's not like I care. He spends his time writing books – vampire books! And I don't even like reading or books or authors or book-smellers or book stores – or book collectors! No wait, I am a book collector, so scratch that. I collect, not read." I was barely oblivious to the fact my brain filter had left the building "And like, the way he looked at me was not like a teacher looks at their student – like I was a fucking nuisance! Me! A nuisance! Can you believe this shit?"

"Wow," Alice drawled, clearly shocked. "I thought you said it was just 'good', not…whatever that was." She shook her head. "So my beloved author is a dick?"

"One hundred percent," I confirmed.

"But still realllllly hot, right?"

I crinkled my nose. His attitude nearly overshadowed his looks. "Yeah I guess."

"Then I'm all good. My Literacy God has not, I repeat, has not, left the building! You know, I think I'm going to come to you class one day, like you forgot something – or like I'm meeting you afterwards – so I can meet him." The smile on her face was creeping me out.

The corners of my mouth pulled down in a frown. "So now I'm a link for you hook up with your dream guy?" I asked, feigning hurt.

She looked shocked. "I would never chest on Riley! But Edward does take the cake…" She trailed in thought.

Now I was really confused. "Who in the fuck is Edward?" I demanded. Were her and Riley over and now she was onto some Edward guy? But Riley looked fine just minutes ago…

Alice looked at me like I had two heads. "Edward Masen. Fuckhot author and your English teacher, ring any bells? God, your slow!"

"I didn't know that was his name!" I objected, my nose wrinkling in distaste. "I mean, what kind of name is Edward?"

"Uh, a sexy one, obviously! Edward is like, such an unusual name, doesn't it make since to want to scream it out at the top of your lungs?"

I think I may have vomited slightly. "Oh, ew, I don't want anywhere near his bitch stick, Alice," I said. "He can leave that for his girlfriend or whatever. I bet her name's something like Evelyn." I wrinkled my nose again.

Alice rolled her eyes at me like I was the idiot fawning over some eighteen-hundreds—escaped, English-loving, vampire book-writing, gorgeous-but-too-pain-in-the-ass-for-it-to-mean-anything guy. "Give me a break, Bella," she ran her fingers through her hair. "'Evenlyn' is the name of his German Shepard. And he doesn't have a girlfriend."

Okay, when Alice is obsessed with anything she does get a little out of hand. However, it's never been this bad. Like once, a few years ago, she became massively obsessed with Kings of Leon after hearing me listening to them pretty loud on my iPod. She freaked at every magazine cover they were on, collected every poster she could get her hands on, spent hundreds on band t-shirts, and once dragged my ass all the way up to Canada for a live performance. That was one wild night with drinks all around and dancing and groping – not each other, of course.

"You are so fucking creepy," I said, disbelieving. "What kind of bed sheets does he have?"

A perplexed look came across her face. "He seems like a silk kind of guy, don't cha think?" She raised her dark eyebrows. "Only you would want to know what kind of bed sheets he has."

I stared at her intently. "I hate you so fucking much. Go find your smurf family." I went to the kitchen to get a drink and the gnome just followed me, all smiles.

"Rosie-posie's coming over later," she sang. "We have some girly gossip stuff to take care of 'cause she has a new man!" Why did Alice seem so damn excited about this? So what, Rose went through men like a fat kid went through Smarties. "She said we're gonna love him!"

Rose's last guy friend was the total shit. He was some rich banker man that had money coming out of the ass, and not only did he buy Rose very expensive things, but he bought Alice a diamond earring and diamond necklace set. Me, I got a watch, a diamond watch no less, but a watch. He had claimed I needed to work on my timing. To this day I still think he was talking about the time I walked in on him and Rose bumping uglies on the floor in the living room, and to this day I still don't know why they did it in our apartment. Banker man-Paul did have his own kickass mansion like twenty minutes away and Rose had a small apartment not very far… It took two hours to fully sanitize the carpet.

Anyway, Paul pretty much gave Riley a run for his money, because while Paul was showering his girlfriend's bestie with jewels and whatnot, Riley was your average guy that couldn't afford everything under the sun. Paul was abnormal and Riley was normal. I still remembered the day everything hit the fan. When Paul brought over gifts, Riley brought his mad right hook. That ended the Rose-Paul ratio. I laughed, Rose cried, Alice screamed. And then we all comforted each other and ended the night with Jack.

This new guy better be able to top Paul – for my own selfish reasons, of course. "So who is he?" I asked.

"Ah." This made Alice smile. "We don't know him. Emmett Cullen. He's some bodyguard or whatever, and works at that huge gym downtown? That's where they met. Rose wanted to like, get a personal trainer and suddenly – bam! They are a couple!"

"That's a wonderful short story, Alice." I frowned. "Why didn't she tell me this? She tells me everything!" I complained.

"Meh, kick her ass when she gets here." Alice shrugged.

While awaiting the presence of Rosie-posie, I got a long hot bath and when I finally emerged, my skin was a sick red. At least it eased some aches. I dressed in my favourite yoga pants that fit closely with the same crop top I wore to classes. I wondered if this guy would be hot, sexy, maybe a rich guy. Hmm, that'd be nice. I had no man to speak of, no man to buy me pretty things. If I could mooch off Rose's new man, then all would be good.

On my way out of my room I grabbed my pretty Canon Rebel XS and as soon as I found Alice, I started snapping. At first she screamed about being indecent and then she was laughing while making funny faces. She stuck her tongue out, puffed her cheeks out, then sucked them in. I asked her if that was her blowjob technique. She laughed, confirmed the notion, and then slapped me. I love her so much. We took pictures together and my finger hardly left the shoot button, but it was fun so I couldn't complain.

She kissed my cheek.

Click.

I kissed hers.

Click.

She kissed my forehead.

Click.

I kissed her nose.

Click.

She kissed me on the lips.

Click.

I licked her lips.

Click.

She screamed and shoved me into the counter, and all I could so was laugh at her while she frantically wiped at her lips. "Ew, ew, ew!" she squealed. "Do I look lesbian?" Alice was bent awkwardly over the counter with her head under the tap, the water gushing down over her mouth, filling her throat and making her cough. The sides of her head were soaked, the hood of her sweater collecting and absorbing water. Again, my finger ever left the shutter button. This had to be Facebook-ed.

Alice was still drowning under the tap, the shutter button still going, my laughter still echoing, when a door slammed. I jumped back against the counter with something like strangled laugh and cry. Alice flinched, hitting her front teeth against the tape. My laughter cut off when she screamed, launching up from her odd position with her hands covering her mouth. "Fuck, Alice!" I shouted, tapping the shutter button two more times, tossing the camera on the counter (I mentally prayed the lens could take the impact) and jumping over to my friend.

She was cussing about the stupid tap, the door and how much her back ached. "God damn, Bella, this is all your fault!" Her screaming words were muffled behind her hand. "You're paying for my dental surgery and massage therapy!"

I snorted, reaching for her. "Am the fuck not. This is all your fault," I told her smugly. "I was just an innocent bystander with a camera, so I therefore had no part in this whatsoever." I gave her a big grin and a wink, sending fire through her icy eyes.

"You bitch!" she screamed, whipping around, arms flailing.

I barely remembered anything before I hit the floor with my head just clearing the counter. Pain spread through the back of my head, pickling in my eyes with the threatening of tears, while Alice was sitting atop of me with a smirk. Uh, did she know I was about to black out? I closed my eyes and sighed at the ringing in my ear, little water droplets hitting my face from Alice's hair.

"Bella?" she asked, sounding just barely worried. With my continuous silence her ranting became more worried and louder before she started shouting for an ambulance.

Mid-yell, I flipped us over so I was straddling her with tight thighs. My head throbbed from the sudden movement, my body swaying just slightly, but I shook my head refusing to give into it. "Calm the fuck down, bitch, I'm fine," I shouted, gently slapping her cheek.

"What the hell! You scared me, I thought—"

"I was unconscious?" I offered with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, but that wasn't funny!" she complained, crossing her arms over her chest, pouting.

I laughed. "Hey, it was you that tackled me in the first place."

"You were taking pictures of me!"

"Because you were drowning yourself under the fuckin' tap!" I laughed.

"Because you tried to make out with me!" she screamed above my laughter. I finally fell off of her, sprawled out on the floor with a huge smile, my shirt clinging to skin from the water in Alice's hair and sweater. I realized even my head was lying in a puddle of water that was seeping down my back.

There was finally silence in the apartment apart from our heavy breathing. But it still didn't feel right. I lifted my head slowly to look up over Alice's head – which wasn't hard 'cause the water really smoothed down her hair. She looked ridiculous.

Behind her, Rosalie stood with her arms crossed and a look that implied my death was coming very soon. I gave her a tentative, apologetic smile, bringing my shoulders up to my ears. Did I look innocent enough?

As she opened her mouth and I was sure I was about to get it, she turned to the guy beside her and said, in a very embarrassed voice: "Um, these are not my best friends. I…have the key to the wrong apartment, so maybe we should just go out instead."

"Hey!" Alice shouted, jumping up. "I am your best friend! Why else would you go into details of your sex life with me? Would you do that with a stranger? What am I? What is Bella? Who the hell are you, Rose? And WTF, this is the right apartment! Did you get brainwashed?" I saw her eyes get really wide and I wanted to slap her. "Did ET come and get you?" she gasped, stepping back.

"Okay!" I called, standing up and pushing the wet hair out of my face. I looked at my pixie. "Ali, she wasn't serious. Rose has no friends besides us." This made Alice double over in laughter. I looked at Rose. "Bitch, give me a hug already," I said, putting my hands on my hips.

She shook her head, hiding behind the man. "Your soaked," she said in disgust, but she was smiling. "I don't want to get wet, honey, so back away."

I shrugged, holding my hand out to who could only be Rose's new man. "I'm Bella Swan, and you must be Emmett…"

He took my hand. "Emmett Cullen. Pleased to meet you," he said with a dazzling smile.

In fact, this new Rose-Emmett ratio could potentially knock everyone to their asses. Rosalie was the hottest bitch I've ever seen and I swear, could make straight girls go gay. Her hair, it was like the gods wove strings of gold into her head and made her eyes the reflection of the ocean. Her skin was perfect, clear, even, smooth, and her body made me envious. Somewhere, Victoria's Secret is clawing they're eyes out for not having her as a model. This chick could wear a plastic bag and make girls fall at her feet. If she couldn't make angels cry by herself, having this hottie beside her would kill heaven. He's tall and I still want to believe his middle name is "Brawny"; his muscles could probably match the circumference of Rose's waist. There wasn't much to him because there was so much muscle – he was like one big muscle with curly black hair and adorable dimples.

My body and mind went into the swoon zone.

I groaned, kicking the counter with my foot and hitting my fist on the tiles. "I need a man," I whined, pounding my head on said counter. Why? Why couldn't I find someone that wasn't going to fuck me over? I wanted to be in love, I wanted to go on dates, I wanted to make out and do naughty things, but I had no one to do those things with.

My mind went to Mr. Masen. I frowned, growled and moaned out 'bastard.'

"Oh, honey," Rosalie cooed. I smelt her perfume fan toward me before I felt her strong arms hugging me from behind. Surprisingly she didn't spaz over the water. "You'll find someone," she said comfortingly. "Someone that isn't going to be a dick or treat you horribly. I promise, okay?"

I stood up straight when she released me, holding in my jealousy and frustration. Alice was trying to hide her smile and Emmett seemed oddly uncomfortable. I pointed to him. "This guy probably thinks your life is a fucking circus, Rose," I said, replaying the last half hour over in my head. Yikes. This could really effect they're future.

Emmett laughed. "Nah, it's no biggie. Girls and hormones are a package deal," he said easily.

"What?" Alice screeched, standing up on the island in a fighting stance. "Hormones don't just exist in women, you know. Men have hormones too, and I know from my boyfriend that they are much more prominent then women."

The two started arguing over hormones and male and female anatomy, talking about "wetness" and "erections." I hooked my arm in Rose's, you just stood there stunned with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry," I apologized half-heartedly. "Her piss-and-vinegar energy is partly my fault."

"Erections come from hormone flow!"

Rose rolled her eyes, smiling. "What were you guys doing anyway? When we walked in?" she asked, laughing at the memory.

I had to grin too. "Yeah, I don't really know," I said, making a pointed look at the water on the counter and the floor. I would showcase the pictures later on the HD TV for us all to see and laugh about, I decided when I went to reach for the camera.

After everyone had calmed down, the water was mopped up and Alice and I had changed, Rose ordered out some Chinese food while I sat in the living room with Emmett. I have to say, this guy was no Paul but it was pretty fucking awesome.

"So I see you have lots of tattoos," he said conversationally.

I grinned up at him. "I love ink," I said. "I love getting tattoos, the feeling and all."

"How many do you have?"

"I have four. My name on the back of my neck, a small rose on my ankle, the feather on my shoulder blade, and a bundle of flowers on my right hip," I explained, gesturing around my body with each tattoo. "I'll show you another—"

"Whose book is this?" he interrupted, holding up something. I blinked, shaking my head and looking closer.

Okay, so everyone has they're flaws: This guy likes to interrupt.

"Oh, that's Alice's." Emmett watched me closely as I rolled my eyes at the title, Fangs Peirce Sun. "It's so stupid," I told him, laughing shortly. My bitterness against the author was definitely showing through. "I mean, the whole vampire theme can hardly be striking to that many people. And guess what?" I nudged him with my elbow, making him flinch and rip his eyes from the book. "He, the author, teaches my English class. He's such an ungrateful dick. I don't know why he's even teaching us, 'cause he acts like he hates us."

Emmett didn't reply, he just stared at the back synopsis. A line was formed between his eyebrows and the quiet was really starting to worry and creep me out, but what could I say? What are you, gay? Do you think he's sexy or what? "Uh, Emmett…" I said hesitantly, gently pushing the book away. "I'm sure if you want to borrow it, Alice will let you once she's done…" But I knew that wasn't what he wanted. He seemed to snap out of his trance and threw the book onto the coffee table with a scowl on his face. It remained silent. "I know the book is that bad but Alice will kill you when she finds out you threw the bible."

He let out a large breath, hanging his head. "Rosalie thinks I'm perfect," he whispered so quietly I almost couldn't hear. "What is she gonna do when she finds out I'm not? She's never going to meet my parents either, though she's told me millions of times she wants to meet them."

Rose and Alice were in the kitchen, talking on speaker phone to Rose's mother. So far it was safe. "What do you mean? What's that have to do with the book?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, Bella," he drawled. "Rose didn't tell you?" I shook my head. "Mr. Edward Masen is my little brother."

It felt like an ice cube was traced up my spine and I shivered as I felt more coolness in my veins. Edward Masen, the bastard-y prick of an English teacher-author, is the brother of Emmett Cullen, hottie extraordinary and Rose's new boyfriend. All that came out of my mouth was "ew."

"Yeah," he muttered, looking away. He shifted over on the couch, resting on the arm with a sad look on his face. Despite my response, I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to know why it was an issue, why he looked so sad (beside the fact I just verbally bashed his father), why Rose would never meet his parents. And why the hell he was telling me all this.

But before I could, there was a knock on the door and Alice started screaming about our food being here, and then Rose ran over and was all over Emmett. And I just sat there, confused. Damn Chinese deliverer-guy that interrupted my conversation. I had so many questions I wanted to ask and it pissed me off that I couldn't. The look Emmett sent me clearly proved that I had to keep my mouth shut.

So instead of starting at the top of my list of questions and working my way down, I asked the most casual thing I could come up with.

"So Rose, what did Mommy Hale want?"

We'll get into more detail of Bella's tattoos in the following chapters, with no EPOV for a while because that will give too much away.

So I need some feedback. Can any of you answer Bella's questions to Emmett? Why can't Rose meet his parents? Why does Emmett have a different last name then Edward? Why was Emmett saddened by seeing his little brother's novel?

Please leave feedback/love and if you can answer the above questions, it will unlock a LOT of the upcoming chapters.

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