EPOV
I was running late to work. Great, first day of school and I am already making a bad impression on my students. I was going over the speed limit, drifting on sharp turns, passing stop signs, and not even bothering to slow down when the yellow light flashes on in the traffic light. My name is Edward Cullen, and I teach at Harvard University. I am thirty five but I look a little younger than my actual age. I am mostly known for the pride I have when I say I am a teacher. Last year sadly, I was known for making a boy cry because I read his text messages aloud in class. Something about his mother baby talking him and he not minding. They had weird nicknames for each other and it was just creepy.
My phone rang and I looked down on the screen, "Mrs. Cullen". My wife and I have been married for seven years now and I'm starting to lose interest. She's been too clingy lately. Do I still love her? Of course! Do I love her as much as I did when we met ten years ago? Definitely not. She's constantly calling me and always wondering where I am every ten minutes. I don't understand why she doesn't trust me because I have never lied to her in my life! It's probably because her friend Debra poisoned her mind about female teachers flirting with me in the University. She also says that the nights I stay in school late grading test papers I am actually out at the bar looking for something new. As much as I would love that, I would rather stay loyal to her and tell her everything.
I eyed my phone, and hesitated to pick up. But I knew if I didn't I wouldn't hear the end of it when I got home tonight.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey honey!" she squealed, "Where are you?"
"I told you where I was going when I left the house, Victoria, I'm on my way to work."
"Oh, well I've been thinking… why not go out for date night tonight?" She asked. Someone was in the background saying things in a hushed tone to her, I'm guessing Debra made it there early.
"Sure," I sighed, "Sounds nice."
"Good!" she laughed, "Tonight at eight o' clock, Olive Garden?"
"Fine, I'm gonna call you later, Im parking right now and im very late. Love you!" I hung up the phone before she could say anything else. Ever since she and Debra have been friends she has constantly been on me nonstop! This is getting extremely annoying and I don't know how much more I can put up with. I quickly got out the car, grabbed my bag, and ran inside. I had to check in from the principal's office and dash to my first class.
"You're late Cullen," Mr. Hanik told me. Mr. Hanik is the vice principal and he's stricter than the actual principal. He's always on top of everyone and has a hard time letting things slide. Mr. Andrews on the other hand is a little looser and lets things slide a lot. But he knows the limits and knows when it's time to stop acting like a goof ball.
"I know, won't happen again," I sighed as I stepped out of the office. I quickly ran up the five flights of stairs, ran down the hallway, flung open my door, and stepped inside. The class was loud and everyone was out of their seats talking and having fun. I hate to be the downer on things but it's time to get serious.
"Take your seats students!" I hollered. Everyone quickly reacted and dove for their seats. I made my way to my desk and started to take out my books for today's lesson. I shrugged out of my jacket and looked up only to find one of the female students still standing and staring at me. She was very pretty. She had long brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders into thick waves, an amazing figure, brown eyes topped with long dazzling eye lashes, thin lips, and rosy red color to her cheeks. She was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt, skinny jeans that could suffocate anyone, and black and white converses. The staring was a bit awkward, "That includes you too."
She quickly snapped back into reality, looked around, and noticed that she was the only one standing. I smiled. Here it goes to make my first impression of the day.
I cleared my throat to gather everyone's attention and said, "My name is Mr. Cullen. I have been teaching in Harvard University for three years now. None of my students have failed in history and I am not going to allow failure this year. I am strict, but I am also fair. Any problems you students have talk to me immediately. I am not going to be wasting time, we have a lot to cover this year and we need to move on as quickly and as swiftly as possible. I am not your friend, but I am not your enemy. I am here to prepare you for the life waiting ahead of you. I would like to have a good year filled with education and learning, understood?"
Soft yes's flowed through the room, and I was both pleased and unhappy about the participation level. Pleased because people are actually listening in here, but unhappy because it wasn't enthusiastic enough.
"Okay, for the first fifteen minutes I want everyone to stand up and introduce themselves to me."
Everyone slowly got up and I clapped my hands for them to quicken the pace. I pointed everywhere and asked each and every student what their name was.
"What's your name?" I asked the girl who was staring at me earlier.
She looked around until she figured I was talking to her.
"B-Bella Swan," she stuttered.
So the name was Bella. Nice name, Italian for beautiful which suited her well.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
She bit her lower lip, "A little bit, yeah."
"Well," I shouted making her jump a little, "there is no need for you being nervous. I promise you I have nothing against you… unless you want me too. But that would be a bad thing unless you want to ruin your reputation here at Harvard University."
The side of her lip curled up and a smile formed on her face. A few kids in the back were making remarks on my wardrobe as if I didn't hear a word they were saying. They were only ones having a conversation besides me and Bella.
"Hey!" I called. The boy looked up at me and widened his eyes. "Do you not hear me having a conversation with Bella? I can clearly hear you having a conversation about me back there. Do you not like my wardrobe?"
The boy put his head down so I couldn't see how red his face was turning; actually I couldn't even see his face by the length of hair on his head.
"Get up here." I told him.
He shook his head at me, frightened of what I would do to him.
"Come here now or you fail for the semester, and I can care less if you have the highest grades in the class."
He was forced to get up, but he walked slowly to me. When he was at arm's length I pulled him by my side and looked around. "Class, this young man thinks my wardrobe is ridiculous. I look clean and well groomed… and I smell pretty decent. Unlike this one who looks like he hasn't had a hair cut in six years, smells of socks and cheese, has his beige kakis all the way down to his ankles, and thinks he can pass as a wannabe gang member. I have no idea how this boy even got accepted to Harvard but it looks like it's going to be a tough year for him." I leveled his eyes with mine. "Take a good look on what im wearing because this is exactly how I want you to look when I see you tomorrow in class. Get a haircut, purchase a belt, and don't be afraid to use soap, okay?"
The class was filled with giggles and laughter. The boy looked to be near on the verge of crying so I let him go back to his seat.
"Anyone else wants to talk about my wardrobe?" The room was silent, "Good, now let's begin!"
After the day at work I went home to get dressed and take Victoria out for dinner. The house was huge and I didn't think we needed all this room for two people to live in. Sadly, I do not have kids. I want kids very bad and I adore them but Victoria got her tubes tide before she even met me. Seven years, and it's been pretty lonely around the house. Victoria is a house wife; she stays home cleaning or doing important things for me.
Victoria stepped out of our room with a tight purple dress that showed each and every one of her curves. Her red curly hair flowed way past her shoulders, and her long white legs were hypnotizing. Of course I was still sexually attractive to my wife, I just didn't like what Debra created out of her. Her brown eyes stared at me and she had her arms out asking a silent, "What do you think?"
"Absolutely stunning," I assured her. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her into the car so we could get to dinner. I actually ended up having a splendid time with the wifey and looked forward to seeing the old Victoria again.
EDWARD HAS A WIFE! Oh no, by the title you can tell…there's gonna be A LOT of drama with the wife and Bella. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? I DON'T EVEN KNOW, COME BACK AGAIN TO FIND OUT!
******* Okay, I got a lot of reviews about this chapter… I know I know im very sorry! I wasn't thinking anything through I apologize. I put Victoria as his wife because I actually did want a bitchy woman playing his wife. DRAMA MUST GO ON! I know a lot of you out there don't like her, trust me im not a big fan of her either, but c'mon calm down about it. THANK YOU GUYS FOR MAKING ME SEE THAT! I completely missed that, what I was aiming for was Bella getting attracted to a young teacher, but that's clearly not going to work… thanks very much and I hope I don't make another mistake like this again…
-BRITT
