So Right but So Wrong

***IMPORTANT BETA NOTE FROM DOLLYBIGMOMMA, PLEASE READ!***

Even if you've read this story before, I urge you to read it again. There have been numerous changes, additions and things deleted or reorganized to help with the flow, not to mention a copious amount of editorial polishing on the grammar, spelling and punctuation fronts. It's a fun and naughty little story, so go back and read the updated version of Chapter 1, and then sit back and enjoy the new and improved version of So Right, but So Wrong!

The birthday of our dear author, LoveRob, falls in the month of November, so I did this as a birthday gift to her, and to hopefully get her writing again, as RL has been viciously kicking her arse in the past few months. Jackie, we all love you, and we'd really appreciate that Epilogue to The Firm :) Hope this helps your mojo, girl, we miss you.

Thanks as usual go to SM, who owns all that is Twilight, and Dollybigmomma, for her literary janitorial skills.

Chapter 2

Where my weekend went, I really didn't know. I knew I'd spent hours marking the poems and writing out lesson plans for the coming weeks, but before I could blink, it was Sunday evening, and I'd not had a moment to myself. Charlie had been nagging at me to take some me time, and now, not having eaten, I decided to treat my dad to dinner at his favourite place in town.

It was quieter than I'd expected at Forks Diner for eight thirty on a Sunday night, but that suited me fine. Dad, of course, knew everyone in his capacity as Chief of Police, so we got a constant stream of visitors to our table. I honestly thought some people believed he'd "pulled a bit of young stuff," as they seemed almost disappointed when he introduced me proudly as his daughter.

I did recognise some faces and talked to the staff, who I had known since I'd first moved here. Dad had always had a thing for their berry cobbler and a sweet smile for their head waitress, Sue.

Dinner over, we were headed home, and just in time, as I saw several of my students pour into the diner, making the atmosphere loud and raucous. Dad muttered something about "noisy bloody kids" as we made our way to his police cruiser. I noticed among the group were Tanya Denali and Shannon Volturi. They seemed to have an entourage with them of both girls and boys. The girls, of course, were wanting to be like the two beautiful, rich cheerleaders, and the boys all were members of the schools' football team, probably just hoping to get lucky tonight. I was glad to see that Edward was not among them.

Thinking about Edward Cullen, and believe me, I was doing that a lot more than I should have been nowadays, I realised he would have never been comfortable hanging with the likes of cheerleaders and the football team. My colleagues had already confirmed he was quiet, shy and a little introverted, and his poem only confirmed to me more that he was a loner.

This week, I was going to take up Mrs. Cope's offer to have my lunch with her and listen to Edward practice his music. Apparently, a small group of teachers took their lunch in the music block and sit in the room next to where Edward played. They enjoyed his playing, and he was none with wiser about his audience. His music teacher had told them he would stop playing if he knew he had an audience. He refused to play for the school during concerts and plays. He played only for exams, and only in the privacy of his own home, or so he thought.

Delivering the grades for my first assignment had all my classes excited. As I gave each of them their grade, I said the same speech.

"Thank you, everyone, for putting so much effort into your assignment. I enjoyed reading each and every one of your poems. You had me laughing and crying. Well done, all of you."

I walked around the class, giving each poem back to its author. On Edward's, I had not been able to resist writing a comment.

A+...Well done, Edward, this is exceptional work. You should be really proud. Thank you for allowing me to read it.

He turned scarlet as he took in my comments. I hesitated a little by his desk and let my hand hover over his paper a while. I didn't want to scare him, I just wanted to encourage him and let him know how much I enjoyed his work.

We moved on to Wuthering Heights and started to read the book. I told the class each day we would read out loud, and I would choose a different person to read so that everyone could get the opportunity. Edward visibly shook. I had the feeling he would be a reluctant reader.

The book was started, and the classes seemed to be really getting into the characters. Heated debates took place, the girls swooning over Heathcliff, while the boys thought him cold and heartless. The boys seemed to all have a vision of Katherine that I could not quite picture. This was what I'd wanted for these classes, for them to get into the literature, feel it, and live it. My teaching methods were working.

All assignments I handed out were done with enthusiasm, mostly. Some were done well, but with reluctance. Edward handed all his homework assignments in on time, but I got nothing else from him. His homework was always correct and done well, so I couldn't fault it that way, but there was no more emotion, no further signs of the heartrending words of his first poem. He definitely wasn't feeling Wuthering Heights. I decided to take him to task about his lack of interest after class today.

"Edward, can you come see me after school today, please? In here, at say, three o'clock?"

His head had snapped up when I had called his name, and he was beetroot red before I'd finished. "Um, I suppose so, Miss Swan," he said looking about ready to curl up and die, as all eyes focused on him.

I didn't know who was more nervous by three o'clock, him or me. When he knocked on my door, I opened it for him to enter. Gesturing him to take a seat on the front row, I sat as casually as I could on my desk in front of him. I suppose I might have been a little intimidating, a little forward even. Thinking about it now, my clothes seemed wholly inappropriate to be sat like this in front of a student. Now I was blushing. Today I had worn a suit, which had a short pencil skirt in navy blue with a delicate pin stripe. Under the matching jacket, I had worn a sleeveless cream blouse with a rather low neckline, and a demi bra that pushed up my cleavage. I had removed the jacket, since my classroom had gotten warm today, and had not considered it inappropriate at all until now, as I sat in front of Edward. I felt half naked.

He didn't look at me, his eyes firmly glued to the floor. I think I was glad, because from where he was sat, he would have gotten a bird's-eye view of a whole lot of my legs. I had chosen the wrong place to sit.

"Edward, are you okay? I get the impression you aren't really enjoying my class, or at least the subject matter. Am I right?"

Without raising his head, he said, "I'm good, Miss Swan, honestly, the subject matter is fine, if a little indulgent for my tastes. Was that all?"

"As your teacher, Edward, I'm here to help in any way I can. I'd hoped to be a little more casual with my students, but you seem to prefer a more formal student-teacher relationship. I'm okay with that, too, I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk about anything, not just literature."

With a curt nod, he stood up and walked out of the room. I needn't have worried about him looking at my legs. He had not looked up once. He really was shy, and it would be hard work trying to get him to open up a bit, but I was determined not to give up on him.

It was Friday before I had a chance to go to the music room at lunchtime. Mrs. Cope had given me directions and the time when Edward would usually arrive, saying I might be alone there today, as there was a staff meeting for another curricular area, and she had to take the minutes.

I made sure I arrived in the music block after Edward, so he wouldn't see or hear me. I'd brought my lunch box with my sandwich and fruit in with me.

Sitting at one of the empty desks, I listened to the beautiful melody coming from the room next door. It was a classical piece, but one I did not recognise. Classical music was not my first choice in music, but I could recognise the more popular pieces and the ones used in films and TV adverts. It was easy to close my eyes and just float along with the drama of the piece I was listening to. He really was talented. One minute the piece was soft and gentle, and the next, it was loud and dramatic. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Piece after piece, I listened intently, completely captivated by Edward's playing. A quick glance at my watch warned me it was time for me to be making tracks. Edward was still playing, so I knew he wouldn't see me leaving the music department. I vowed to come and listen again. I'd liked the fact it was just me and him, even though he did not know I had been there. To me, it was far more intimate.

All afternoon, I replayed the beautiful music in my head. When Edward's class filed in just before two o'clock, I was ready to push his boundaries.

"Okay, everyone, I know it's Friday afternoon, but let's settle down and do some work, shall we? Edward, how about you read Heathcliff today, and Lucy, you read Kathy."

If looks could kill, I would have been struck down dead. He was furious, and his eyes told me exactly that. His glare was so intimidating, I actually looked away. He did it, though, and his reading voice was clear and strong. No one would ever have known he was dying doing this. As I walked around the class, listening and making sure everyone was paying attention, I noticed something on the floor between Shannon and Tanya. They were too engrossed in staring at Edward to notice me drop to pick up the note on the floor. What it said stunned me a little.

Shan, make sure you bring a box of rubs to the party tom, because I intend to nail Edward this weekend if it's the last thing I do. I need to be prepared. Lol

So Edward was going to the party I'd been hearing about all week. Lee Spence, another football jock, was celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and every class I'd taught this week was full of talk about the big event at the Spence place. I'd never picked Edward to hang with that crowd, but I guess I really didn't know him that well.

The note made me feel sick. I'd seen last week how Edward had reacted to Tanya's attentions, and now I was worried that they would spike his drink or trick him. I had to…

What was I doing? He was eighteen and my student. Why was I so hell-bent on getting involved? I needed to just turn this over to someone else and step away. Edward had gotten inside my head, and it was driving me nuts. I worried that he wouldn't be able to handle Tanya's scheming. I decided right there to let him have the note, so at least he could be prepared.

I had some homework to hand back, so I included the note I'd retrieved from the floor with Edward's paper and attached it with a small paperclip, so he'd find it when he looked at it later.

At the end of class, he stayed in his seat and dawdled with getting his stuff ready. I also packed up my briefcase slowly, wondering if he would speak, and if he did, what he would say. I was ashamed to say that my heart was racing in anticipation of this young man actually speaking to me.

He finally stood and walked toward me slowly, this time actually looking right at me. I swallowed long and deep. I was nervous as hell, and he was fucking drop-dead gorgeous as he eyed me up and down, the epitome of a real man in my eyes…handsome, but rugged enough, and sexy as hell. Even his walk had me gnawing on my bottom lip.

"Miss Swan, thank you for that. I was worried about going to that party, and now I can avoid going with good reason."

"I was a little surprised you'd be going to that sort of thing, Edward."

"No, it's not really me, but Lee is a second cousin three times removed or something, and my dad thought I should go to be polite."

"Right, well, if you do go, be careful. I think a certain someone's got you in her sights."

"She may have, but it doesn't mean I'm interested in her. God, I've made myself plain enough in class. Maybe I need to be a little more forthright with her," he said with a small laugh.

I could see he was running scenarios through his head.

"Yeah, Edward, it's obvious a good old-fashioned no thank you won't work with Tanya. Maybe you'll have to resort to a more direct approach, with much cruder words she'll understand."

"Any suggestions?"

"Oh, I can think of a few," I said laughing with him now.

His whole face became even more stunning when he laughed. His eyes lit up, and the sadness or lack of emotion that was usually there was gone. I was staring at him unashamedly now, my heart pounding in my chest, and now a throb of a whole different kind in my knickers. This made me as bad as Tanya Denali, even worse, really, because I was his teacher and older by over three years. I wanted to groan, but I couldn't, since he was still here and staring at me now.

"Don't hold back on my account," he said smiling at me, his statement bringing me back from my fantasy.

"Well, Edward, you could always start with 'I'm not interested, Tanya, so back off,' or 'Fuck off, Tanya, I mean it.'" I cringed a little saying this, wondering how he would take my cursing. "Failing those, you could just find yourself a girlfriend you're interested in, so you can flaunt her in front of Tanya. I'm sure she'd get the picture then."

"I couldn't do that, Miss Swan. I could never do that. I'm no good around girls, I go to pieces."

"You're doing just fine talking to me right now, Edward, so I'm sure you'll be just great once you decide on the right girl."

His smile faded a little, and he started to move towards the door. I didn't catch what he mumbled.

"Um, thanks again, Miss Swan, I owe you."

Then he was gone, his face all sad again as he left the classroom. We were finally getting somewhere; he had approached me and spoken to me at least, so that was real progress on the Edward Cullen front. Now all I had to do was convince my heart, head and girly bits that he was strictly off limits.

Saturday and Sunday were spent doing chores. Dad had convinced me I needed a place of my own. He and I started looking early Saturday morning. I found a perfectly lovely apartment, which was located over the library, just off one of the streets leading into town. It was quiet, with a private back entrance, but very close to the school and convenient for visiting my dad. It was only the second place we looked at, and I immediately fell in love with its light, airy feel and spacious rooms. It needed a little bit of TLC, and a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen was all tiled, so that would be fine. The floors were solid wood, and the furniture, whilst not exactly my taste, was clean and well looked after. If I painted the walls a neutral colour, the furniture would look like it had been bought to match. I was really excited, and Charlie matched my enthusiasm by agreeing to help me paint the walls and buy me a new bed.

With me dressed in a pair of Charlie's old overalls and him in jeans and an old t-shirt, we headed to the DIY store just down the street from the library to source out paint, rollers, and some new blinds. I decided my colour scheme in the lounge would be a rich cream I could add colour to with accessories. The bedroom I decided was going to be a terracotta and cream mix. Dad had agreed to buy me new blinds as a housewarming present to hang in the lounge and bedrooms, as they afforded more privacy than quilt covers. With any luck, I'd be able to move in mid-week.

With the shopping done, we made our way back on foot to my new home. We passed a couple of kids from school, who were suitably impressed to see the new teacher dressed like a hobo. I didn't care. However, as we passed the library entrance, headed for the stairwell at the back of the building, Edward Cullen came out of the library at just that moment.

He looked me up and down, and a small smirk started to turn his lips up at the corners. I automatically started to gnaw on my bottom lip. Today, while I looked like something the cat dragged in, he was even more breathtaking than ever, and that small smile on his lips had me melting.

"Edward," dad said with a nod, as he pretty much knew everyone in town, being the police chief.

"Chief Swan, Miss Swan, nice to see you. You look like you're both about to be busy."

"Yes, we are, quite. Bella here has just gotten herself a new swanky apartment over the library. Needs a lick of paint, then it'll be ship-shape and she can move in. Well, we'd best be off, see you, Edward. Say hello to your mum and dad for me."

With poor Edward being summarily dismissed, I smiled a little at him and followed my dad inside. Before the door closed, I heard Edward say, "If I can help at all, let me know, Miss Swan. I do owe you, remember."

I turned and grabbed the door before it closed. I looked into his face. He was blushing now; he'd probably thought I wouldn't hear him.

"Do you mean it? Would you really help me if I needed you?"

"Of course I would."

"Thank you, Edward. I'll see you on Monday."

I went inside, not trusting myself not to give him my phone number, hoping he'd use it later. Upstairs, I engrossed myself in painting. It was hard work, but by ten o'clock on Saturday night, the lounge was done, and it already looked like a different room. With the new wooden blinds up, it would be just how I'd pictured it.

Back at home, I collapsed into bed exhausted. I did not even move until Charlie woke me the next morning at eight o'clock. Once again, we spent the day painting, or at least I did. Today, Charlie had decided he would fit all the blinds in, with the exception of my bedroom. He was actually quite handy. I caught him singing a couple of times when he was up on the ladder, drilling holes in the wall. The kitchen was finished, the blind in there matching the tiles in colour perfectly. The bathroom was serviceable, clean and tidy with a shower over the bath. I tried to brighten up the room by adding accessories in blue and sage green. I hoped it would lessen the harshness of the white suite and tiles. My lounge was my favourite room. The rich cream walls felt warm and cozy, and the wooden slatted blind looked perfect. I'd brought a thick brown rug from my bedroom and placed it in front of the sofa near the empty fireplace to create a focal point, adding throw pillows in reds, browns and cream.

With the bedroom still waiting to dry, we had done as much as we could, so we headed home, or should I say I headed home to start packing. Charlie went to work for a couple of hours. I would move in on Tuesday after school, as things would be ready by then. Tomorrow after school, I'd drop round and fit the bedroom blinds and dress the bed after it was delivered and assembled. I could take a few bits with me then, so there would be less to move on Tuesday.

Monday morning dawned bright and clear, but freezing cold. Before school, I dropped into the apartment to turn on the heating. I wanted to make sure it worked, and it would be a good thing to air the place out for when I moved in tomorrow. I was upstairs and setting the thermostat on each radiator when the intercom buzzed. Picking up the phone, I asked who it was.

"It's Mrs. Cope, dear, I bumped into your dad, and he told me you'd rented this place and have been working on it. I used to know the woman who lived here before. I was driving by and saw you coming in, so I thought I'd drop by and have a look around, see what wonderful things you've done to spruce it up, if that's okay?"

"Um, sure, come on up."

Charlie would be getting an ear full when I got home tonight. He knew I'd wanted it to be fully ready before I started showing people around.

"Hi, Mrs. Cope, come on in. It's not quite ready yet, but you can have a look around."

"Oh, it's lovely, Bella. You'd never know it was empty for so long. It must be five years now since Mary left, and I knew she'd never decorated it. You've done a lovely job, dear. It suits you, and I'm sure you'll be very happy here."

She wandered from room to room, and I explained a little about my plans for the bedroom. She agreed the colour scheme was just right.

Meeting up at school in the car park, we walked in together, still talking decorations and blinds. I told her I'd meet her in the music block for lunch. A small smile crossed her face.

"Ah, I see he's captivated you, too."

"He really is so talented, and I enjoyed listening so much that I thought it might help me relax a little today from all the fix-up work. I'll see you there."

At lunchtime, I was surprised to see four other people sat listening to Edward. I sat quietly and ate my mixed salad. I was rerunning in my head the conversation I'd overheard between Tanya and Shannon about Edward being a no-show on Saturday night. I could not help smirking to myself. I had kept him safe.

In the apartment later, I was glad to see the heating was working just fine, and the rooms were toasty warm. I adjusted the temperature setting to make sure the bedroom did not get too overpoweringly warm. I also managed to hang the bedroom blinds, and I dressed the bed in the new bedding my dad had bought for me, after my new bed had been delivered and assembled. I walked around the place with a huge smile on my face. It was perfect; well, perfect for me, and I could not wait to move in.

Everything was packed, and I hurried home from school on Tuesday, eager to get into my new place. As I pulled out of the school car park, I noticed Edward stood beside his Volvo, where he was watching me. As I drove by him, I considered stopping to ask him if anything was wrong, but decided against it. Instead, I lifted my fingers off the wheel and gave him a small wave. A small incline of his head and a familiar blush let me know he'd seen.

With my car packed to the brim, I set off to my new home. I had insisted Charlie stay home. He'd been acting all weird since I'd gotten home, and I didn't want a big emotional scene. I was only going to be about half a mile away, so he could just walk there, and I'd see him whenever he wanted, within reason of course.

I made trip after trip, up and down the narrow stairs, back and forth with boxes and bags. I was just about done when someone coughed behind me. Dragging the last and biggest bag out of the car, I turned to see Edward Cullen.

"Let me help you with that, Miss Swan."

I nodded and moved out of his way. He grabbed the heavy bag easily and waited for me to allow him access to my home. I was a little nervous, worrying what people would think if they saw him coming out of the door later. I admonished myself to calm down. He was only being polite by carrying a big heavy bag inside for me after all.

Upstairs, I directed him where to put the bag. "Thanks, Edward, and when we're not in school, it's Bella, please. You'll have me feeling ancient if you keep up with the whole Miss Swan thing."

His head immediately dropped, and he was looking at the floor again, but I could see his face was bright red. "Okay, thanks."

"Seeing as you're here, do you want to look around and maybe give me your honest opinion, tell me if it's totally an old person's place?"

"Sure," he said, but still didn't lift his head.

I gave him the tour, sweeping over my bedroom by just gesturing with my hand. He surprised me when he opened the door and looked inside. Back in the lounge, we stood awkwardly.

"It's great, Bella, it's just right for you. I can see you'll be very happy here."

"Thank you, Edward, that's a lovely thing to say."

"Oh, before I go, I kind of brought you something, I hope you don't mind."

He really was scarlet now, and I was not far behind him. He pulled a potted plant out of the carrier bag he was holding. It was a tiny rosebush with delicate red flowers.

"It's a housewarming gift. My mother grows them, and I thought you might like one. It's a sort of thank for, you know, the whole Tanya thing."

"It's lovely, Edward, thank you, you didn't need to," I smiled, walking into the kitchen and placing the plant on the windowsill.

He followed me into the kitchen and stood behind me, not far away. "I know I didn't have to, Bella, I wanted to," he said with a certain something in his voice I couldn't quite put my finger on.

My back was to him, but I suddenly felt like the room was full of electricity as I felt him step closer. My breathing became quicker, and I knew I was feeling far more than I should have been. He was too close, and if I turned around, I could not promise I would control my actions. So, I didn't; like a coward, I stayed facing the window and tried to take back control of my emotions and body once again.

"So, Edward, what plans do you have for tonight?" I asked casually.

When he didn't respond after a moment, I turned around to find myself alone. He had gone. Walking back into the lounge, he wasn't there, either. He had really gone, but he'd left a post-it note on the door.

I'm sorry, Bella.

I can't be around you alone anymore.

Shocked to my very core, I slumped down onto my sofa. Did this mean he felt…whatever this was…like I did? Was that what this note was telling me? How the hell did I face him every day in school after this?

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