A/N: The day after I posted the first chapter to this story, I went in on my mail account and saw... A LOT of mails telling me that people have added this to their favorites and story alerts. Thanks! That totally made my day! :)

I wrote this after midnight so you all better appreciate it :D Flames are also very welcome though (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight (obviously).

EMMETT'S POV

Tuesday started much better than yesterday had. This time, I hadn't spent my morning with Mr. Voltura. That was something that drastically improved my morning. By the time lunch came by, almost no irritating young girls had flirted with me. That was rare, but much appreciated as well.

It was almost a perfect day. For me, that is. Jasper and I had lunch at the same time again. Already before I took my seat next to him, I could feel the bad vibes rolling off from him. Oh no, something must've happened. Damn. Jasper in a bad mood was not fun to deal with.

I sighed. "What's wrong?" I asked him the second I sat down.

Instead of answering, he just growled. Since it was obvious that he wasn't planning to answer just yet, I decided to guess. The few things that could go wrong in Jasper's life were... Hell, if I knew. He was always so secretive, with the ladies he met, who his cousin was... OH! That must've been it!

"Let me guess; it's your cousin?" His grimace told me that I was right. "What did she do? This is her second day here, there isn't much for her to screw up."

"You don't know how she can be, man," Jasper finally said. I heard the sad tone in his voice, but didn't comment on it. A lot of times, people thought that I was unobservant and stupid, simply because I avoided stating the obvious when it was an uncomfortable subject. Times when it was something I found funny, I immediately stated it. That made people think that the times I didn't do it, I hadn't noticed it. I was pretty frustrating.

"Then tell me," I retorted. No one could be that bad. Except for myself, maybe.

Now it was Jasper's turn to sigh. "She came home with four detention slips that I had to sign yesterday! FOUR! I can't believe her. She doesn't even try to behave! And I had to SIGN them, she's so embarrassing. FOUR!"

Whoa, no need to spell it out, I muttered under my breath. At least now I wouldn't have to worry about finding out who she was. I'd have an attendance sheet for the students in detention and I could see who had a lot of detentions. Suddenly detention tomorrow seemed a lot more fun. "Calm down, dude. If anyone can turn her into miss goody-goody two-shoes, it's you." I tried to comfort him, but I was pretty sure it wasn't working.

I meant what I had said, however. If anyone could turn a bad girl good, it was Jasper. While he had still dated my sister Alice, she had stopped acting like a rebel and started to become herself again. She was now a fashion designer living in Port Angeles. I considered visiting her this weekend. I really missed my favorite pixie.

"How? She treats me like a piece of dirt... But I'm almost sure she'd prefer dirt instead of me if she had to choose."

I frowned. That didn't sound fun at all. When I heard that she was a troublemaker, sure, I accepted that. I could even relate to that. But hearing that some unknown bitch treated my friend Jasper badly wasn't something I'd accept. Damn, I'd teach her a lesson or two if I caught her. "It's a good thing that I don't know who she is," I told him.

The rest of the lunch was quiet. The other teachers were discussing another new assignment but I didn't care enough to join their conversation. I spent the lessons after lunch in a bad mood. That only got worse when Miranda in my other senior class suggested that she knew some ways to make me feel better. I would have given her detention for being inappropriate, but since I was the one that had to sit there for an hour with her, I ignored her instead and told her not to say so again.

"Oh, I can show you instead…" She suggested then.

"No! You cannot and you will not. Now go back to playing basketball or I'll send you to Mr. Voltura's office." The last thing I said was a lie. I wouldn't send her to Mr. Voltura – that would end up in a few detentions and that was not something I'd enjoy. She backed away, however, and didn't harass me during the rest of the lesson. Thank God, her attempt to flirt with me had been scary!

This day that had started out so well was now just as bad as yesterday.

ROSE'S POV

"Which one is the math teacher?" I asked my new friend, Lauren.

We sat in the cafeteria— of course, not eating, since school food contained so many calories— and I had just gotten the best idea. It was absolutely terrific.

You see, Lauren had some problems with the math teacher, Mr. Davis. He flirted with her all the time and she was very uncomfortable with it. Besides, it's not like Lauren thought he was hot. Therefore, I had the best plan ever to make him lay off her. He'd never dare to even look at her again. We needed to find a cute man, though. Not just cute: someone who was so hot (or someone we'd give a make-over) that he'd make any man jealous. We started with trying to find someone in the school cafeteria… not such a successful thing this far.

Another serious problem with this hellhole.

"He's the black-haired guy. You see the teachers at that table, right? Over there!" Lauren pointed towards one of the more isolated tables in the cafeteria. Around five teachers sat there. I recognized two of them as my French and Chemistry teachers. The third guy was my freaking cousin.

There were two black-haired guys at the table and I hadn't had either one of them as a teacher yet. One of them was hot, somewhat young and had extreme muscles. The other one looked a bit older and was... well, less good-looking.

I whistled quietly. "I suppose it's the ugly one, or otherwise we wouldn't have a problem." And it would be such a shame to waste all that fun in acting out my plan.

Lauren nodded and giggled. "Yeah, the curly-haired is Mr. McCarthy, the gym teacher. He's so damn hot!"

I guess it made sense that he was the gym teacher, since he has so big muscles. But that wasn't what I was going to focus on right now. We had our goal now: Mr. Davis. On the other hand... Mr. McCarthy could probably be the perfect man to make the math teacher jealous. Lauren seemed to like him, and they could certainly get it off... With a little push from me. He'd never know what hit him.

"Change of plans." I told Lauren. "We're going to get you and Mr. C together and a certain someone might walk in on you two if we plan this right."

"Seriously?" She gasped and looked at me like I was crazy – the good kind of crazy, though. It was obvious that she wasn't used to, well, someone being so awesome like I was.

"Yeah! When is our PE lesson?"

These stupid little small-town people would see who they were messing with here, and when I finally would get to leave this hellhole, everyone would know of the legendary Rosalie Hale. Just like it had been before.

EMMETT'S POV

It was Wednesday. Detention day.

There had to be something seriously something wrong with my brain the day I had decided that I wanted to be a teacher. On the other hand, "detention" might be fun. (Detention in Forks was not even close to the 'read deal').

These kids were probably more creative than anyone gave them credit for, and surely they could entertain me for an hour. Okay, so maybe I was forgetting the purpose of detention: it wasn't supposed to be fun. I was supposed to be so strict that every student should be afraid of getting detention and having to be in the same classroom as me.

Well, that was what I was supposed to do. But, come on, I had to get my daily dose of fun! Screw Mr. Voltura and his wannabe rules. (That was something I had to remember to never ever tell him).

During lunchtime today, Mr. Voltura brought me an attendance sheet so that I would know who had to show up to detention. Jasper and I had made a bet a while before on how many students there would be. The sheet told us that there would be four students (not too many) which meant that Jasper won the bet. Damn, I'd have to get a re-match soon. I'd lost way too much money while making bets with him. He was simply too good at guessing.

My last lesson for the day was over and I had about ten minutes left before detention would start. I'd have to find the classroom it was held in. That wasn't to be as easy as I had thought in the beginning. Sure, I was a gym teacher, but finding places had never been my thing.

Eventually I found the French-classroom. That had to be it. In front of it stood three of the students lined up. I recognized all of them – after all, I did have all the classes in the school. One of the students was Clarissa Trey: a girl exceptionally good in PE class and terribly bad in all her other classes. She was a junior but looked older than she was.

The boy next to her was Anthony Holm. He was a real computer geek (so what; I'm a teacher, but I still can think things like that). He was kind of cool though, but I hadn't talked to him much yet. He was new and shy, though he was polite the few times he spoke.

The third student was a senior—Ben Cheney—and I couldn't figure out why he would have detention. He was such a nice boy, and never did anything wrong. "Hello, Mr. McCarthy," Ben smiled at me.

"Hi, Ben. I'd say it's nice to meet you here, but I don't want to encourage you to get detention." He laughed a bit.

The fourth student was the new senior (or at least it stood so in my attendance sheets). Her name wasn't Haley like I had thought in the first place. It was Rosalie Hale and I hadn't met her in PE class yet. I wondered what she'd be like. Not too nice, I supposed, since she already had detention. Wait; new female student who already got detention… Dude, that HAD to be Jasper's cousin! I was eager to see her, but she wasn't here.

A quick glance on my iPhone (I should totally buy a watch) told me that it was time for detention to start, whether Rosalie was here or not. I unlocked the door to the French classroom. Luckily Mr. Voltura hadn't forgotten to give me the keys to it.

I threw my bag on the floor as soon as I got in and gestured for the students to follow me.

The first fifteen minutes were boring. They simply sat in chairs with space between themselves and had to write a short essay about how they ended up in detention. They also weren't allowed to talk (according to the 'rulebook' Mr. Voltura gave me earlier today). They just didn't have anything to say, I guess. This meant one thing for me: that I was very bored. I had no essays to correct yet and nothing useful to do with my time.

I was glad when something finally happened. The classroom door opened and a girl I assumed was Rosalie Hale walked in. Everyone in the room turned their heads to stare at her and I had to admit that I knew why. She was hot, with her long legs and gorgeous hair. She was definitely the most beautiful student in Forks high.

There was something odd about her though. Even before she could take a seat, or say something to me, I got a bad vibe from her. Well, that was the proof that this was Jasper's cousin: I used the word 'vibe' to describe both of them. They also looked quite similar… However, his cousin was much hotter.

"You must be Rosalie Hale," I said finally, since she didn't introduce herself. She had taken a seat relatively close to "my" desk.

"I am." Her voice was beautiful too. Her eyes were full of mischief, even though they were innocently blue. I knew that she expected me to be attracted to her – and that made all my thoughts about her looks vanish. She was too vain and had too much self-confidence; I could see all that just by looking at her and the way she stared at everyone in the room.

"Could you explain why you are fifteen minutes late?" I said while marking a big X on the attendance sheet with a side-note about her lateness.

"I could," She began. "But I don't feel like it."

I gave up and explained to her what she should be doing. She's write that short essay and then when it was ten minutes left of the hour-long detention, she'd turn in the essay to me and wait until I read it through and told her that she could go.

I had a feeling that she wasn't paying attention to my instructions, but honestly, I didn't care. She had been a welcome distraction, though now I was once again bored. In the next thirty minutes, I thought about all the things that led me to this agony. Yeah, not very original or creative, I knew. It was, however, slightly better than to stare straight ahead.

It was soon time for them to turn in their essays and leave. Ben turned in his first and it was quite good. I found out that he got detention for defending his girlfriend when another student, Lauren, started to say nasty things to her. I knew how Lauren could be, so whatever Ben did to defend his girlfriend (Angela), I thought it was a good thing to do.

Anthony's essay was less interesting, though more shocking. He had hacked into a school computer and claimed that he didn't look at any documents, but the teacher's weren't sure. Clarissa got a detention for spending a whole class, actually, Jasper's class, by talking to her friends. I'd have to talk to him so that he wouldn't send me any students for detention, and maybe then I wouldn't have to sit here and waste my time.

Rosalie turned her "essay" in last. It wasn't an essay though, only a few worlds, written in her fancy handwriting: There will be a hot girl waiting for you in the second path in the woods (at the school yard) during lunch tomorrow. Don't miss it. xoxo.

I sighed and knew instantly that Jasper was right about this girl. She wasn't only vain and a trouble-maker, she was also hard to tolerate and probably acted that Jasper was a shitty "parent substitute" or whatever. Then I became angry. At her, mostly, and at myself for not telling her to lay off. But detention was over, the students were gone, and during the rest of the day (well, what was left of it) I couldn't get her out of my mind.

She was like a devil in an angel's costume. Someone really should strip that costume off and make her realize that she couldn't continue like this… Damn it! Well, Forks did just become a hell of a lot worse.

That was the first night I dreamt about Rosalie Hale.

It was a nightmare.