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Chapter 3

"I'm a Pedophile"

"Is it wrong that I think one of my students is hot?" I asked not giving her a chance to say hi.

"So, you're first day was that wonderful, huh?" she asked while giggling.

"Shut up, I don't know what to do," I whined.

"Do what you do to every other guy you like, avoid him," she said simply.

"Hey idiot, he's my student," I said.

"I told you that you shouldn't have moved. If you were in New York then none of this nonsense would be happening, and you wouldn't feel like a creepy pedophile," she said laughing as I just frowned.

"You act like he's like 10 or something. There's only about 5 to 6 years between us," I said.

"Whatever, so let's hear about the heartbreaker," she said.

"Well, he's huge-" I stopped as I heard her laugh. "Mind out of the gutter, Bay. I meant he's tall, dark, and handsome. He has to be at least 6'5 or something. He has the most gorgeous brown eyes, and his hair is like to his chin. And his body is perfect. But the topper is that his name is Embry. With a name like that he should be a stripper or something," I said.

"Holy shit, you have it bad. You haven't been into someone this much since Tim. I think you have more than just the hots for him," she said with yet another giggle.

"But he has to be 18. He's in my senior class," I said trying to make myself feel better since Bayleigh is just mocking me.

"Unless he's smart and got moved up or something," she said.

"Bay, you are supposed to be helping me feel better, not worse," I said.

"Sorry," she said. Then I thought of how his smile made my heart speed up and how looking into his eyes was like drowning in the ocean. I shook my head trying to get the thoughts out of my head.

"God, I am a pedophile," I said sadly.

"How about you just go to the store, get some wine, plan your lesson and clear your head," she said soundly like she was trying to comfort me now. "But in the meantime, I have to go change your outfit. This boy will be having fantasies about you tomorrow. BYE!" She yelled and then hung up before I could protest. I could just change my outfit, but maybe I wanted Embry to want me too.

After taking Bayleigh's advice, I was settled into the chair in my room, thinking of something to do tomorrow. But the more I focused on teaching the more I thought of Embry. And the more I thought of Embry, the more wine I had.

"Damn kid is turning me into an alcoholic," I said to myself as I filled up about my seventh glass. It was only about 8, so I decided before I got too far ahead of myself, I would go to bed now and wake up early.

I woke up the next morning to the blaring of my very annoying alarm clock. I groaned and rolled over to turn it off. I remember that I needed to plan so I jumped out of bed and hurried to get ready. Once I was ready to get dressed, I looked at my email and shook my head at what Bayleigh wanted me to wear, but this was going to be an attention getter. The dress that had a red pinstriped shirt attached to a black skirt, with a black belt around the waist. To say the least, it fit quite tight. I was to also wear black boots that went to the ankle. I took a deep breath, and went to go find everything.

When I was dressed, I noticed that it was extremely hard to bend over. I made a mental note to tell Bayleigh to pick looser outfits, but this one will do its job today.

I got to the school at about 6:20, giving me plenty of time to get something done. I rushed to my classroom and got to work. I worked quickly on all my classes, but my senior class was giving me some difficulties. I was deep in thought when a knock on my door made me jump. I looked up and it was Kim standing by the door, with a smile on her face.

"Can you take me shopping sometime? I wish I could dress like you," she said as she walked into the room. I just laughed, not bothering to tell her that my friend picked my outfits for me.

"Are you always here?" I asked her.

"I help the office in the mornings, but they didn't me so I have been wandering the hallways, and well you looked like you needed some help," she said with a shrug.

"Yeah, I don't know what to do today. Why is your class so hard to plan for?" I asked with a laugh.

"Well, our last teacher never did anything, so whatever you do is going to be perfect," she said.

I was on my computer, looking up creative writing prompts when I found the perfect website. It had 329 prompts that were really funny. I found my perfect lesson. I looked up at Kim and smiled at her.

"I take it you found something," she said and I just nodded. I looked around the room and decided to fix the desks to my liking. So I stood up and started to fix the desks.

"Do want some help?" She asked.

"Sure, I just want them in a better circle," I said as I started pushing a desk.

"Oh shit," I heard and my head snapped to the door. I saw Embry standing in the doorway shaking slightly. When I looked at his face, he looked like he was in pain. Without another word he pushed away from the door and went out of sight. I looked over at Kim and she exploded with laughter. I raised an eyebrow at her trying to get her to explain.

"Embry thinks you're hot, along with every other male in the student body, and with that outfit on it's not helping too much," she said after she calmed down some. That's interesting then. At least the feeling is mutual. "Hey, you should come to the bon fire on Friday at First Beach," she said suddenly with a wide grin.

"As fun as that sounds, don't you think that would be awkward having your teacher there?" I asked.

"No really, you don't seem like my teacher. You're too cool," she said with a small smile. "Besides, you have to hear the legends. You can't teach at La Push and not know the legends."

"I'll think about," I said. I was surprised that the bell rang. Kim said she needed to go to her locker, so she left. I sat down at my desk and waited for everyone to come in. As Embry walked in, he looked at me and stopped in the doorway. Paul was behind him so he just pushed him to his desk. I chuckled to myself.

After the bell rang and attendance was done, I couldn't wait to start the lesson. I cleared my throat to get everyone's attention.

"Today we will be doing some creative writing. I need to know what we should focus on in your writings, so I thought we would have some fun. All you need is a piece of paper and a pen or pencil," I said. I called on the first person I saw, which happened to be Kim. "Kim, please pick a number 1 to 329." She looked slightly confused but smiled at me before giving her answer.

"I pick 58," she said. I looked at the computer and chuckled as I read the prompt to myself.

"You have 20 minutes to finish this. Make it as funny as you would like, or as serious. Your prompt is a drunk man sits next to you in a bar, thinks you're his buddy, and starts confessing the truth. Write what the truth is," I said with a smile. I set the timer and tried to think of something to do.

The 20 minutes went by quickly and I told them to put their pencils down.

"Just leave them at the corner of your desks, please. Next one, how about," I said slowly as I looked around the room. I felt Embry's eyes on me and I just had this need to say his name out loud, as weird as that sounds. "Embry, pick a number 1 to 329."

He paused as he thought about it, but his eyes never left mine. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only girl alive. It made me feel wonderful. "Let's go with 231," he said in his husky voice.

"Ok, um make a list of the 7 worst things to say to someone after they have been dumped," I said with a laugh. "You have 10 minutes." After the 10 minutes, I looked at the clock and decided they had enough time for one more.

"I'll pick now, so close your eyes. Think about one thing in the room and focus on it," I said and paused to give them a moment to decide. "Now open your eyes, but don't look at the object and write as much as you can about it. Go ahead and get started," I said.

After 5 minutes, I decided they couldn't have that much to write about. "Ok, just make a neat pile with the papers at the corner of your desk. You will be getting points for this, so I hope you didn't blow this off," I said looking around. I noticed Quil and Embry passing back a piece of paper. I wasn't going to say anything, but my curiosity just took over. I really wanted to know what they were talking about, so I walked over to them and held out my hand. Quil looked up at me and looked like he was going to puke, while Embry started shaking, which was weird.

"Standard rules apply in my class, so just hand over the note," I said. Quil took a deep breath and handed me the note. I put it in the drawer and turned back to the class. "You have a few minutes left, you have no homework, and you can talk the rest of class," I said as I sat at my desk.

At lunch, I decided to look at the note. I opened the note and started reading.

Just tell her

No you idiot, she just moved here. I don't want to freak her out. Besides she's my teacher.

You act like you have it so bad. I imprinted on a two year old. Not that I'm complaining now, but still.

Better than your hot ass teacher

I just looked at the note. What kind of word was imprint? Was it code for something? I shook my head and threw the note away.

"Ms. Rutledge, um can I talk to you?" Someone said from the door, but I recognized the husky voice immediately. I looked up to see Embry, awkwardly standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, come in," I said with a smile. I tried to ignore my heartbeat as I watched him walk in and sit in the closest desk.

"About the note, I um," he stuttered. I felt bad for him; he just looked so cute trying to say something. Jeez, I need to stop being a pedophile.

"Don't worry about, I didn't read it," I said in an easy lie. His head snapped up and he looked into my eyes. I was shocked by the intensity in them. I just couldn't figure out what emotion was behind them. Then suddenly his face broke into a smile, and my heart stuttered.

"Cool, well I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he practically ran to the door. I sighed, and thought maybe I shouldn't have lied. Maybe then I would know what imprinting is.

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