Disclaimer: Ze plot belongs to me, but ze ozzer rights go to Stephanie Meyer.
So I've decided to change the writing style of this story from Narrator to Character Point of View (or POV as many of you know it). If the change makes your reading experience less likeable, don't be afraid to tell me! I want you readers to enjoy yourselves while reading. :)
And now, le story! Enjoy, mes amis :D
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BELLA POV
Oh but he was beautiful.
I took in his dishevelled bronze hair, the stunning angular features of his face, the way his long eyelashes were a shade darker than his hair, and couldn't help but focus on how his beautiful eyes were. They were an impossible shade of forest-green, a green that could be seen all the way from where I was sitting.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen him somewhere before.
"If you haven't noticed yet, we have a new student." He said in his velvety, beautiful voice, gesturing to me.
I felt myself blush crimson as everyone turned to give me a quick once-over as if they hadn't previously gawked at me in the hallways.
"My name is Edward Cullen, and I will be your grade 12 Biology teacher for the rest of the year." I was shocked by how informal he was being. Did he allow students to call him by his first name?
"According to my list you are…" I watched as he scanned the class attendance sheet for an unfamiliar name. "Isa-"
"Bella. Um, I prefer Bella." I interjected, immediately embarrassed that I'd interrupted him. But Edward looked the least bit disconcerted. "Alright. Bella it is." He replied, smiling his crooked smile and sending my heart into a frenzy, yet again.
"You may call me Edward, or Mr. Cullen if that makes you uncomfortable. But please refrain from calling me Eddie, Eduardo, I guess Mr. C is fine, but definitely not E-Dawg." The class laughed. I gave him a weak smile.
"We're just starting Unit 4 which is encompasses Molecular Genetics." Edward informed me. I nodded in reply. I knew this.
"If you'll kindly begin handing out the microviewers." Edward said to Mike. Edward then began handing out sheets. "Please complete these with your partners. It should be quite simple. If you need help feel free to ask for it. And don't forget to use your textbooks; they could come of great use to you."
I reached out my hand to accept the worksheet that Edward was handing me and accidentally brushed his hand with mine. It took all my energy not to jump away from the contact; it was as if an electric current had passed through us. I wondered if he'd felt it too, or if I was just imagining things.
"Th-thanks." I stammered, immediately setting the sheet down on my desk and not meeting his eyes.
He smiled warmly at me before he finished handing out the other sheets and went back to his desk. "Don't worry if you can't complete the sheets today. We'll be working on them tomorrow as well. If you noticed, it says 'in your notes, sketch what you see on this slide'. I'm expecting to see detailed drawings, not kindergartener finger painting." Edward instructed, looking at Mike fake-sternly.
I let out a quiet laugh at this, meeting Edward's amused eyes with my own. I blushed for the umpteenth time this morning and looked down at my paper, willing my heart to calm down.
A few moments later, a voice piped up. "Oh Edward. I need help with this."
I registered the owner of the simpering voice before I even looked up. I hadn't noticed Jessica and Lauren sitting behind Mike and Eric. I watched in disgust as Jessica adjusted her obviously surgically altered boobs.
For a millisecond, Edward looked as though he was bracing himself, before he got up from his desk and walked over to Jessica. I smiled as he looked directly at the paper and not at Jessica face (or boobs).
"What is it you need help with?" He asked, staring hard at the paper.
After vainly attempting to get him to look at her, Jessica gave up. "Oh it's the DNA Molecules." She said in her annoying voice. I knew Jessica hadn't looked over the sheet once.
I looked down at my own sheet. I had already completed the first two sections, and Jessica hadn't even completed the first sentence.
I watched with fascination as Edward explained the DNA molecules as best as he could. Edward looked up and caught my eyes and smiled when he noticed that I was looking. I blushed and quickly returned to working, feeling embarrassed for staring so much. I just couldn't get over how attractive he was. And intelligent, and helpful and caring and- How could I have come to such conclusions just by watching him for a couple of moments?
I tried to shake Edward from my thoughts, but it was proving to be difficult, as he had come over to sit on the stool next to me. He peered down at my work, looking impressed.
"Wow. You've completed quite a bit more than everyone else." He stated, still impressed.
I smiled back and tried not to blush. "I've done this before." I replied.
Edward looked at me inquisitively.
"I was in AP Biology in Phoenix. My old teacher had us work way ahead of schedule." I explained, trying not to sound as if I were showing off.
"That's great; your other notes could come in handy." He replied. He was about to get up and go back to his desk, but instead sat down again.
"You know, Phoenix is a beautiful place. Compared to Forks, at least. What urged you to move?" Edward asked, sounding genuinely curious. I hoped he hadn't noticed my face fall at the mention of my previous home. "Of course, you don't have to tell me." He said quickly. "I was just wondering why anyone would want to move to Forks."
I grinned, so he had noticed. "I sort of sent myself here. My mother got remarried so… you know."
Edward thought for a second. "Oh. You don't like her new husband." He replied, his remark more like a statement than a question.
"No." I responded, smiling softly. "He's a really nice guy, and he makes my mother happy. I just thought I should give them some space. Some time to be a newly married couple without having a teenage girl in the way." I said, finding my reasons rational.
Edward looked impressed yet again. "Selfless and intelligent. You may be my favourite student already." He joked, winking at me.
I laughed, trying to ignore the butterfly feelings in my stomach.
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EDWARD POV
I boarded the flight home from Seattle to Port Angeles, excited to finally be coming home. I knew Emmett would be waiting for me at the airport in his monster jeep. Carlisle, no doubt would be working at the hospital, and Esme would be at a client's house, trying to help better the interior of their house.
The time I'd spent in Alaska had been… interesting, to say the least. Let's just say I wasn't too keen on returning there again.
I was thinking about my strange trip when I heard a sigh come from the girl sitting behind me. Her sigh was a mix of anxious, doubtful, scared, worried and sad. I turned around to smile at her, hoping it would cheer her up.
When my eyes met hers, all I could do was stare. She had long, thick brown hair, pale skin, a heart-shaped face and striking chocolate brown eyes. But it was the way her beautiful heart-shaped face was framed by her luscious hair, which held hints of mahogany. The way her pale skin was smooth and unblemished, and her cheeks rosy. The way her gorgeous light brown eyes, framed with thick, long eyelashes, had a certain depth to them, a depth that could not be described by mere words. It was in the small details that she was incredibly beautiful.
I forced her a quick smile and turned back around in my seat. I didn't want to stare at her confused, beautiful face any longer; she would probably think I was some weird creep.
I didn't turn to stare at her for the remainder of the flight. The last look I got of her was when she was getting off of the plane and walking through the airport and out into the rain. She was awaited by a kind of young-looking man, who was undoubtedly her father.
He took her bags and put them in the back of the police cruiser. I recognized him; he was Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police of Forks. I knew he had a daughter but I didn't know she'd be so… grown up, beautiful, sexy… I rolled my eyes at myself.
"SO, Eddie, you ready to resume teaching?" Emmett's loud, booming voice startled me from my obsession.
"Mhm." I replied, following him to his jeep and shoving my suitcase in the trunk.
"How was Alaska?" Emmett asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
I rolled my eyes. "Interesting, I guess." I answered, not wanting to relive the events. "What have you been doing while I was gone?" I tried to change the subject as quickly as I could.
If Emmett noticed my diversion, he didn't let on. "Oh well, I've been doing Rosalie Hale. It's... it's getting pretty of serious. I actually like her." He said. I pretended I didn't notice his faint blush. He was definitely lovesick.
I felt a small pang of jealousy. Judging by the look on Emmett's face, this one was a keeper. I hadn't been in a relationship since high school. Which, come to think of it, wasn't so long ago. Either way, I'd never had a serious relationship in my life. Girls usually liked only three things about me: my looks, my money and my reputation. And I know, many guys would kill for what I had, but I'd rather not have it all and just have a girl love me for me and not my material possessions. So I stayed away from serious dating. I was 23; I still had a good few years to spare before I had to get settled down.
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I was running late, but I knew my class wouldn't mind; they were used to it by now. When I entered the class, there was a new girl sitting at the usually empty lab table near the back of the class. I wondered if I was the only who found it weird that she had transferred in the middle of the school year.
The girl's head was turned away from the front; she was looking at the clock and jiggling her foot impatiently. When she turned her head back to look at the front, I had to compose myself. It was the beautiful girl from the plane. Closer up I realized she looked mature compared to the rest of the students in the class. As if the time she'd spent on earth aged her in a way differently than others.
I was taken aback by the feelings that arose in me when I saw her. I was almost… nervous. I caught her eyes and smiled as best as I could, without looking like a pedophile. She smiled back hesitantly, her cheeks staining a dark pink.
I looked at the rest of the class, hoping they hadn't noticed my open staring at the girl. They probably hadn't, since they were doing the same thing. I knew I shouldn't be feeling so attracted to a student, but I couldn't help myself. If I had a type, she would be it.
I ignored Jessica Stanley, who was boring her eyes into my face, probably trying to send me a "seducing" wink my way yet again. I blamed the teenage hormones. These girls didn't know what they were thinking at this age.
"If you haven't noticed yet, we have a new student." I said, pointing her out by gesturing to her. But the students obviously already had noticed.
Bella blushed again, a crimson colour that actually complimented her face. I watched as everyone turned to stare at her. Sensing her discomfort, I tried to turn the attention towards myself again.
"My name is Edward Cullen, and I will be your grade 12 Biology teacher for the rest of the year." I think I was the only teacher who allowed my students to call me by my first name. It probably had to do with the fact that I was the only teacher who was only 6 years older than my students.
"According to my list you are…" I scanned the attendance sheet until I found Swan. So her name was Isabella. "Isa-"
"Bella." She interjected. "Um, I prefer Bella." She was blushing again, from embarrassment. She was probably embarrassed for interrupting me, but I didn't mind in the least. "Alright. Bella it is." I replied, smiling at her.
"You may call me Edward, or Mr. Cullen if that makes you uncomfortable. But please refrain from calling me Eddie, Eduardo, I guess Mr. C is fine, but definitely not E-Dawg." The class laughed despite the fact that they had already heard this speech when I said it at the beginning of the year. Bella smiled weakly.
"We're just starting Unit 4 which is encompasses Molecular Genetics." I told her. She nodded, her eyes lighting up as if the words were familiar to her.
"If you'll kindly begin handing out the microviewers." I instructed Mike. I wanted him moving. He was looking at Bella a little too much for my liking. I proceeded to hand out the worksheets. "Please complete these with your partners. It should be quite simple. If you need help feel free to ask for it. And don't forget to use your textbooks; they could come of great use to you."
When Bella accepted her sheet from me, our hands brushed. Even if it was for the briefest moment, I felt as though an electric current had passed through us. I paused.
"Th-thanks." Bella stammered, not looking at me. I tried to smile at her but she wouldn't meet my eyes.
I continued handing out the sheets as if I hadn't felt anything. As if my heart wasn't beating irregularly from the mere brushing of hands with one of my students.
"Don't worry if you can't complete the sheets today. We'll be working on them tomorrow as well. If you noticed, it says 'in your notes, sketch what you see on this slide'. I'm expecting to see detailed drawings, not kindergartener finger painting." I looked at Mike sternly; knowing kindergartener finger paintings were exactly what I was going to receive from him.
The sound Bella beautiful laughter reached my ears, making me feel… elated? Our eyes met and I smiled at her. Her lips curled upwards in a smile before she blushed and ducked her head again. It was almost as if she were teasing me: giving me glimpses of her beautiful face before ducking out of sight. Before I could obsess too much over her, a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Oh Edward. I need help with this."
I recognized Jessica's annoying voice and grimaced. I braced myself before getting up and going over to help her. I focused directly on her paper. Although it was difficult because no matter whom they belonged to, surgically altered boobs were hard to ignore.
"What is it you need help with?" I asked, trying to keep my impatience out of my voice.
Jessica stared at me for a while before realizing I wasn't going to make eye contact with her. "Oh it's the DNA Molecules." She said in her nasally, high-pitched voice. I doubted that she'd even looked at the sheet.
I was explaining the molecules to Jessica, when I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up and caught Bella staring, looking fascinated. I smiled at her and yet again, blush coloured her cheeks and she looked away so that she could continue working. I wanted to stare into her light, warm, chocolate-brown eyes forever. No you don't. Stop thinking about her like that.
But the voices in my head held no influence over my actions. I ignored Jessica, feeling as though I had helped her more than enough, and went to go sit on the empty stool beside Bella. I looked at her sheet, wondering if she needed help. Maybe that was why I caught her looking my way so often. But then again, I wouldn't have caught her if I weren't looking myself.
She'd already finished two sections and was almost done the third- almost half of the assignment, when everyone was still struggling on the second.
"Wow. You've completed quite a bit more than everyone else." I stated, impressed.
Bella smiled, finally meeting my eyes and not blushing. "I've done this before." She replied.
"I was in AP Biology in Phoenix. My old teacher had us work way ahead of schedule." She continued, impressing me further.
"That's great; your other notes could come in handy." I told her. She looked at her sheet for a little and then at me, and I was worried I was bothering her so I got up, then thought better and sat down. She hadn't technically said anything about my presence being annoying.
"You know, Phoenix is a beautiful place. Compared to Forks, at least. What urged you to move?" I asked. Her face fell sadly, and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. "Of course, you don't have to tell me." I said quickly, trying to recover her smile. "I was just wondering why anyone would want to move to Forks."
Bella grinned and instantly I felt relief. "I sort of sent myself here. My mother got remarried so… you know." Of course, teenage girls. The dreaded 'I hate my stepfather because he makes my mother act different'. Didn't their parents' happiness mean anything to them?
"Oh. You don't like her new husband." I suggested.
"No." Bella protested quickly, smiling softly. "He's a really nice guy, and he makes my mother happy. I just thought I should give them some space. Some time to be a newly married couple without having a teenage girl in the way."
It took a lot of strength for me not to drop to one knee and propose to the girl. Well, not literally. But was there anyone on earth as selfless and beautiful as her? "Selfless and intelligent. You may be my favourite student already." I told her, winking. I regretted it instantly, trying to convince myself that I wasn't flirting, just being friendly.
Bella laughed, probably thinking I was joking around. But I wasn't.
I wanted her more than anyone I'd ever met. I knew that I didn't know much about her, but I wanted to get to know her.
The only problem was, I knew I could never have her.
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Poor boy. Me thinks he's fallen head over heels. After spending not even an hour with her!
Psychos these days. But then again, I've never been in love, so I don't know what it feels like.
But I heard, when you know, you know. You know?
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