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Second installment of Indecent Affairs ;) hope you enjoy!
Wait, hold up. I had to have him?
What in the world had I eaten? Was Charlie secretly drugging me?
I had to consider these, because the possessiveness desire of my thoughts in that moment were truly insane. I quickly tried to snap myself out of it as his feet neared his desk. "Welcome back to school, children." He began in a voice that in all rights should be illegal.
It was too beautiful, it was too suave and velvety. I needed to inhale, slowly, as not to gasp.
I had quit breathing completely once I saw his face. Oh, god! You sick pathetic freak!
I had to fully grip the situation. Okay, so, first and foremost, he was a teacher, for crying out loud.
As undeniably attractive he was, what I was dreaming about was not only sickening but also against the law! I took deep breaths, staring at my hands clasped tightly together on top of my desk. How did he have such a dramatic effect on me? He was just so vastly different...his looks were unique, unlike anyone I had ever come across.
I gulped loudly and slowly raised my eyes to the front. He was writing something on the board—the date and his name in his perfect script.
"I'm Edward Cullen," he went on normally, his voice didn't sound bored but...excited? "I'll be your English teacher for the year, hopefully.
That is, unless you all manage to drive me insane." He winked and I forgot my own freaking name. The girls at the front of the room were all swooning too. I shook my head to dispel the thoughts of him naked. That wouldn't do anything to help me.
But, I couldn't wallow in self pity forever, I had to straighten up and pretend that he was nothing more than a fabulous teacher. Because he wasn't. Anything more, that is. I watched him closely, he moved to the front of the desk, casually sitting himself up on the corner.
"Since I'm a new teacher here, I'm going to go around and ask you all your names and what you did over the Summer." Everybody moaned in unison. He chuckled. "Oh come, on. It'll be over soon, I promise." He whipped out a dazzling smile and all the girls obliged.
That also included me, fuck it. He started at his right: Jessica, I think her name was. "Hey everybody," she said in a clueless, look-at-me kind of way.
"I'm Jessica Stanley, but you can call me Jess." She grinned at everyone then turned to pointedly stare at Mr. Cullen. "Um, well, I didn't do much this summer, apart from hanging around La Push with my boyfriend, I mean, ex-boyfriend." I noticed Mr. Cullen perked an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up.
He bit his lip so he wouldn't smile. I tried not to cack up right there in my seat. Jessica sat down awkwardly, huffing that no-one seemed interested.
That was basically what everyone did over their summer, spare Jessica's ex-boyfriend. I shuddered. Then his eyes landed on me. Coronary, here I come.
"And you?" he asked, smiling encouragingly. I cleared my throat, trying to make sure it didn't quaver as I spoke directly to him. "Um, I'm Bella Swan," I started out quietly, once the words had left my lips, everyone swivelled in their chairs to gawk at me. "I moved here to Forks from Phoenix over the summer." I said simply. They gawked even more.
The teacher raised his eyebrows. He pursed his lips. "You miss home?" he asked sweetly. What a relief someone finally asked me! Of course I did.
"Alot. It's too wet here." The surrounding students snickered.
I rolled my eyes but betrayed my act of nonchalance by blushing beet red.
Mr. Cullen was just smiling and nodding in what looked like understanding.
Fuck, did he have to have the best personality as well? This will be the death of me. I had thought for sure, that just being in this town and all of it's boring qualities, that I would die. But now, after this session, it was quite clear that this man would aid in my hopefully quick and painless demise. I shank back against my chair, covering my face with my hair. Please, just get on with being a boring, low grade, fucking teacher, I begged silently.
He straightened up, getting to his feet and walking around the desk to the chalk board. I took the time to ogle. God, what was I becoming?
All in the space of minutes, too. A whore. A dirty whore. Sigh.
"Well, I hope you're ready for Shakespeare," he said excitedly. I could almost smell the estrogens radiating from every female in the room as they turned to his attention. I slumped down lower, glaring at my biro.
"This semester, your assessment will be a deconstructive essay on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and a particular theme from the play." My mouth fell open. I was actually pleased. Something worthwhile to do for once, something that involved intelligence which seemed to be lacking among most of the girls here, well, apart from Angela.
I scrawled meticulous notes across my page, catching everything he said.
I hadn't realised how engulfed I had become in his lecture about Shakespeare's misogynist perspective's of women. I leaned my chin in my hand, watching and listening intently while the others stared out the windows or doodled in their notebooks.
His eyes kept falling back on me, noticing that I was the only one who was actually interested. How could you not be? He was dazzling, he was magnificent! He captured my attention with his wisdom, his very essence and his powerful words.
The bell rang. Fucking bells. My head snapped up, Mr. Cullen looked around confused, then glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Oh," he adjusted his watch and looked back at his class, half already fleeing the room. "Well, see ya." He muttered, then sighed.
I hadn't moved yet, I was still packing my books away, I needed to hurry, before I made a fool of myself.
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me! "Bella? Is it?" he asked, standing just in front of my desk. Crap!
I stood up and warily nodded, a tight smile on my face.
"You seemed to be the only one who didn't fall asleep," he commented, smirking.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm." I shrugged. "I thought it was interesting," I laughed shakily. "Really?" he raised his eyebrows, smiling hopefully. "It's just, I've never taught before, and...this is my first day. I wanted to make a good impression. Everybody here seems to love my sister," I frowned.
"Is she a teacher here as well?" I asked, surprised. He nodded. "Yes, Alice teaches in the art and music department. I also dabble in music," Oh, and he was multi-talented.
Christ on a cracker.
"Oh?" I breathed, he was just in such close proximity.
If I reached my hand out, I could touch his chest.
No! Bad Bella, don't! I smiled sheepishly.
"I've got to go," I said shortly, scrambling out the door.
"Okay," he murmured behind me. "Oh shit, oh fuck all mighty. Holy friggen jesus!" I muttered breathlessly on my way to Gym Who would have thought? I entered the gym through the back, slipping into the change rooms. Jessica Stanley was already talking animatedly about how Mr. Cullen "eye fucked" her.
I almost gagged. Yeah, right. He did not. I kept muttering to myself about the whole thing. Alright, it's okay to be attracted to him, there's nothing you can do about that.
But that is as far as it goes! I nodded to myself, faithful in my resolve. I noticed my shirt was inside out. I quickly stripped it off and put it right.
I was even more inept than before today. I pulled on my gym shorts and stood up, jogging out into the brightly lit cavernous basketball court.
"Badminton?" I asked incredulously. Angela was in my class, thank the lord. She nodded, laughing. "I'm afraid so, Bella." She giggled.
I groaned. "Oh, no." I swear, I could almost cry. What a whiney little bitch I was turning into. I took deep breaths, feeling very dangerous with the racquet in my hand. As it was, I ended up throwing it over the net. It was all an accident of course, yet somehow had the best outcome.
Mike was the victim this time, copping it right between the eyes. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Sorry!" I called over the court. He came jogging around to me. Great, just great.
"Hey, baby. That's okay. You can hit this," he motioned to his crotch and I felt like driving the racquet right into his balls.
"Anytime." He winked and jogged back to his side. I made a barfing motion to Angela who rolled her eyes at him. Thankfully the bell went and I was free! I almost sprinted—which was not a good idea for me—back to the change rooms, ignoring Jessica's constant gushing about our English teacher.
I ran back out, avoiding Mike altogether. I threw my backpack into the truck, pushing it farther back, over to the passenger seat.
I took a deep breath and hoisted myself into the cabin. I was about to reverse out when a shiny, silver car blocked my exit. I was about to roll the window down and yell at the driver until I noticed whom it belonged to. Mr. Cullen sat in his seat, arm out the window, waiting behind a kid—Tyler, I think.
Tyler finally moved, making way for the rest of us. I watched him leave in his shiny, silver Volvo and Ray Bans sunglasses.
A honk sounded behind me, reminding me that I was now blocking the way. Shit. I thrust the truck into gear, neatly dodging the rest of the parked cars on my way out. Trying to keep my head on straight, I turned off onto the motorway and jetted home, I almost aqua planed across the wet roads. I collapsed exhaustedly on my bed after getting inside.
I stared at nothing, trying to go over the day's events in my head.
At about five, I hopelessly popped downstairs to start Charlie's dinner.
He didn't come home until late that night, so I ate alone. It didn't bother me in the least, I like being on my own, so did Charlie.
I stacked the dishes after washing them, cleaning every inch of the kitchen before retreating back to my room to stew in my thoughts.
My damn dirty thoughts about my English professor.
;) teehee, she's a dirty girrl! R&R Reviews are better than Volvos and Ray Bans!