Title: Against the Rules REMAKE

Disclaimer: I don't own this

Pairings: Emmett/MaleOC OC/OC Emmett/Rosalie onesided Jacob/Edward

Summary: A teacher, a student, a forbidden romance.

Rating: T for now.
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_EM_C_

I wasn't... I just can't be. Me? Emmett freakin McCarthy. Maybe it was because I wasn't getting any from Rose. Yeah... that seemed right. I'm sexually frustrated so it's perfectly natural. Me getting a boner from looking at him. He was kinda girly looking anyways. Those eyes, soft brown hair...his lips.

"Emmett? Were you listening to Jacob?"

Shit! Did he see me checking him out? No, wait... I wasn't checking him out. I'm not into dudes.

I immediately averted my eyes, "Yeah, whatever... I guess I was overreating or something." I honestly didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

I soon realized that Jacob was talking. "... I wouldn't do that to you bro."

He wouldn't do what? I even forgot the reason I was here. I know what to do here. Just nod your head and agree. That always worked out.

"Yeah, you're right." I realized that the consuelor guy was looking at me now. He was giving me this look. Like he knew that I wasn't paying attention. I hope that he wouldn't say anything. I just didn't wanna be here anymore. First, there was the gym's locker room. Then, there's him. When he was around it just seemed more real of the sudden. Normally, I could just ignore it. It was easy when I was around Rosalie or the guys.

It was like a constant pressure over my shoulder, making me face it. I just couldn't be around him anymore. Maybe the feeling would just... disappear if I stayed away from him.

Sometimes I did want though. That's why I stared... I just thinking about how his skin would feel against my rough palms? And were his lips as soft as the looked? And sometimes I didn't want to just look...

"Look can we just go?" I said. Not trusting myself around him any longer.

Yeah, he definetely knew something from the way he just looked at me. "Are you sure? If there is another situation like this in the future..."

"There will be... consequences"

Oh god. That was when things got real for me. I was... aroused.

This was fucking bad. Jake was here too. If he saw... well it he would had sumed things up and next thing I know everyone gonna start thinking a was... gay.

I'm no coward or anything but, if that got out... that would probably break me. All that pressure around you, your parents, your friends...

I couldn't deal with that.

"Are you okay, McCarthy?" He asked. Why'd he have to be so observant?

"S-sorry, I understand. I've been stressed out. School and Football stuff, I guess." I mumbled. "Sorry, man"

I'm pretty sure that Jake thought my apology was bullshit.

After that Wilson finally was about to send of us. Finally... I needed to get the hell out of here before I had done something I would regret.

Or not.

But then, As soon as I went to stand up "Not you Emmett, you stay for a bit. I want to talk to you alone."

Fuck. My body went pale. He knew something. Just knew he did. I went and sat back down anxiously waiting for what he would say next. Atleast, Jake was gone. I didn't have to worry about the school finding out.

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

Swear to god he is speaking to me like that on purpose. It's like he was trying to seduce me with his voice. He saw me staring at him and now he is using it against me. I was going to deny it anyway. I didn't have to tell him anything.

"N-nothing" I denied.

"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."

The strange thing was that I believed him. I mean, he's been... examining me this whole entire time. Either he really cared care, or he's really decieving. Either way... I don't think I can answer that question yet. Atleast out loud.

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

"What does that supposed to mean?" He asked, then continuing "Ok... look tell me something then. It doesn't have to be big or anything."

What the hell did he want me to tell him? I wasn't even sure that I was... I didn't even want to say the word. To be honest I just about hated that word right now. wasn't the word I hated. I was labels. The fact that people could stamp you with a label and that's all you'll really be to them.

If people start thinking I was...into dudes I might as well stamp the word "Gay" on my forehead.

"I... I started to..." I palmed my face. I wasn't ready for this conversation yet. I didn't even wanna acknowledge it anymore. "Look, I don't wanna talk about it ok?"

The consuelor leaned back in his seat sighing. "Alright, that's fine. I won't force you, but can you promise me that you'll come back when you are?"

I don't know why, but it was irritating me how he digging into something that had nothing to do with him. I'm pretty sure he didn't care. Most teachers didn't. 'm probably just some way of passing time for him.

"Why do you care anyway?" I asked.

He simply shrugged and replied, "Is there a reason I shouldn't care?"

I didn't know what to say to that. I actually wanted to tell him... something like he wanted to me to. I felt like he could actually help me, but what could he do anyways? He was a teacher and I was a student. He couldn't control the actions of everyone else and just magically make them accept you.

"Ok, I'll come back some other time." I said just to avoid any questioning. He couldn't help me. He didn't know what I was going through.

As I got up and headed to the door he called my name again. For some strange reason I really liked hearing my name from his mouth. I didn't let myself think about any longer.

"I'll be waiting." At the moment I decide I was going to come back. It was that expression he had on his face like he just knew. He was sad for me. He was pitying me.

Was he like me? I wondered before nodding and heading out.
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_A_W_

Walking through the halls of Forks High made me very sad. Everything was the same. And by that I mean that everything was similiar to when I was in high school. There were random cliches everywhere, jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, all separated. For some reason I thought thing would be different.

I shouldn't be saddend though. This is the reason I am here. This is what I wanted to do. Help these kids. And I was going to do just that.

I happened to have lunch duty today, which meant I was to watch the kids during lunch. I spotted Emmett sitting on the lunch table with a blonde girl in his arms surrounded by the football team. I walked around them I few times trying to make it seem like I wasn't watching but Emmett spotted me and it would take a very observant person to notice that his grip over the girls waist loosened.

He seemed content until he saw me. I felt like me being around him made him uncomfortable and I couldn't figure out why.

Maybe it could had been because of something we shared or had in common. And it couldn't had been that because we were virtually diffferent in every possible way.

I was slim and he was built

He was light skinned and I was tanned.

I could even say I was an adult and he was a teenager.

Oh, and the really obvious one. I was gay and he was...straight?

I started to think about how he was staring at me during our session. Could it be?

I mean statistically, sexuality is one of the things teenagers are troubled about the most during high school.

"Hey"

My whole body shook in surprise not noticing someone nearby. I turned around to see that it was Edward and smiled. "Hey, What are you doing here?"

Edward shrugged, "Just checking on you. I've already graded the my papers already so why not. How are you holding up?"

I shurgged as well. "I don't know. I mean, for the most part majority of the people who comes to me, I actually help them out with something. The most recent one, Emmett McCarthy I believe, I feel like I haven't accomplished anything with him. Does his name sound familiar to you?"

Edward looked around the cafeteria and subtly pointed in Emmett's direction. "McCarthy? I guess you could say that he gets alot of attention here. He's the quaterback, he's dating the head cheerleader, his grades are nothing to brag about, but he's pass my class, he's popular in other words.

I nodded, pondering on the information Edward gave me. "Maybe he is under alot of pressure. Like, from the school, maybe parents, the students are all pushing on to be something he's not. He seemed trouble when I was talking to him and Black. Now, he's just fine. Well, he did get alittle somber when he saw me for some reason. Why do you think that is?"

Edward chuckled, "I dunno, that's why your the phycologist and not me. Maybe, he thinks you know something.

I arched an eyebrow thinking... nothing come to mind though. Anyways how've you been? You need me to straighten some kids out?" I said waggling my eyebrow suggestivly.

Edward's eyes widened, "Please, don't do that ever again." Edward said stifiling a laugh. "And I've been good. Just the same old same old. Teaching, going out to this diner after work, then a long night of grading work."

I frowned, "That sounds uneventful. How about I come with you to that diner then? I need to get use to the Forks surroundings anyways. I pretty much know how to get home and then to here. My GPS has been my saving grace these last few days."

Edward nodded, "That sounds great actually. But, I actually can't today. I have loads of work to grade today. I should have it finished by tonight though but tommorow night would be perfect."

Edward and I continued to chat about our day and recent activities. So engrossed in conversation we didn't that there were people around us until someone cleared their throat getting both of our attention.

It was Emmett, looking rather timid at the moment. It was like he didn't even want to be here.

"Uh... hi Mr. Cullen" He said nervously. Edward smiled, "Hello, Emmett. Did you need anything?" I realized that Emmett didn't spare a single glance in my direction. I wondered if I may had said something wrong when we were talking.

Emmett shook his head, and finally look at me for a second before looking elsewhere. "No, just came over to say hey"

I hated when convesations got to this point. He wanted something, otherwise he wouldn't had been over here in the first place. It was up to me to make him comfortable enough to get it out.

Maybe it was me?

I looked over to Edward, "Edward, I'm going to head over to my office. I have to look over my schedule. I think I may had overlooked... something. I'll see you later."

Edward looked confused while Emmett had a panicked expression on his face. "Wait!" He said all of the sudden.

I didn't mean to be decieving but psycology is very useful.

"Can I come with you? You told me to me to come to you when I could tell you something about..." He looked back and forth between Edward and me. "Y'know what..."

I instantly nodded, "Yes, Of course come with me then." I looked over to Edward, "I'll see you tommorow then?"

He nodded back, waving and walked away.

...

When we were both seated in my office I noticed that Emmett was moving around alot in his seat.

"Emmett, it's okay. Whatever you have to say in here is completly between us two. You can trust me."

He took a deep breath. "Alright... it's just that I have been having a hard time coming to grips with it. You would be the first person I tell."

I stayed quiet waiting for him to continue not wanting him to lose his nerve.

"Ilikeaguy" He mumbled quickly and as fast as possible, but I still understood him.

I had a different approach on these types of things. When the patient is telling you something they believe to be an issue. It is important to stay as neutral as possible about the situation. I learned that in school and found it to work in several cases.

He looked at me waiting for my response. Bracing himself for the worst. "Well?" He said cautiously.

I smiled, "Emmett, how are you expecting me to react? Do you want me to freak out or something?"

Emmett still seemed distraught, "Well don't you think it's gross. I mean, most people do..." He trailed on.

I shook my head, "No, I don't. Sexual attraction is normal, especially at your age."

He shook his head, "No no no, your wrong. Being attracted to... a guy."

I smirked, "Says who?"

He gave me an incredolous expression, "Umm... like the whole school."

"Now I won't pretend like I don't know how high school was. Some people just aren't to like you. For several reasons mine's was similiar to yours."

His eyes widened, "So, you're..."

I nodded, "I thought I was being obvious. I didn't think I was hiding anything."

He seemed lighten up at the newfound knowledge.

"What should I do then?" He asked.

"You don't need to do anything your not comfortable doing. Some people find it easier to keep it hidden until high school is finished. Others might feel frustation from keeping it a secret and come out. I would recommend you tell your parents first. It might ease your burden."

He sighed deeply, "I... I don't know if I can. I feel like they might hate me. I mean, my mom is always talking about having grandkids and dad is just traditional."

"Like I said, you don't have to do anything. I was only making suggestions." I knew what he was going through. I went through the same experience when I was in high school.

"Look this must be overwhelming for you right now. You told me of something that I know was very difficult to say. Be proud of that, I think that's making progress. We should continue this later."

He nodded solemnly, "Yeah..." He stood up from his seat.

"And don't forget my suggestion, Emmett. Good or Bad telling someone else is lifting a great weight off your shoulders."

He nodded, "Uhh... thanks Mr.. Can I call you Anthony instead."

I smiled lightly and nodded. It was good that we were getting closer. The more comfortable he was around me the better I can help him. "Sure"

We mantained eye contact for what seemed like forever. I didn't know what to think about this. There was normally a sign of respect or acceptance, or possibly attraction. I did notice that while my eyes remained locked to his, his eyes roamed over my body.

I thought nothing of it. He was in a the progress of accepting his sexuality. Of course, he would peek his curiousity and look him time to time.

"Goodbye, Emmett", I said smirking.

There was a faint smile on his face before he left the room.

He was very handsome when he smiled. I shook my head trying to rid myself of those thoughts, but there was no use of denying it. He was in fact very handsome. It was just a compliment, and I'm pretty sure he was looking at me the same way a few moments ago.

Just appreciating an attractive indiviual...