Chapter 3

As we all walked our separate ways, Bella and I arrived at our first classroom. Once again a junior, I would be "re-learning" high school algebra. I would have thought the public school districts could have come up with a more useful math class than this by now. Only in very rare occasions would these children actually going to use matrices and linear equations.

Bella and I took two open seats in the back of the classroom with a minute to spare for the bell. Heads turned in our direction and several boys ogled at my wife. Teenage girls were swooning, and definite chatter about my family arose into conversation.

"Have you seen the new kids yet? They're like supermodels or something! I wonder if those two are an item. Do you think I could get that chick to come to Allison's party with me this weekend? I heard they just moved here. They all live together so they've got to be related right?" A couple of boys two rows ahead of us were chatting about my strangely beautiful family, but more particularly my wife.

Never before in my life have I ever given a second thought to the boring humans whom I shared their unpleasant and unwillingly shared opinions. That was until Bella Swan was welcomed into my life where every boy at Forks High was eager to win her affection. How I became so blessed, I'll never know. But I will never forget the moment when Mike Newton made his best effort to take my wife to the school dance. Although I was fairly certain at the time she shared no reciprocated feelings towards him, my stomach churned at the thought that she would choose someone else over me. More than a century of life lived, and this strange human girl had surfaced the jealousy within me in a single moment.

Seven years later, here I am again as a junior in high school, joined by my wife, and miraculously so, my daughter. However, to make a clear statement, I reached for Bella's hand and tenderly kissed her pearly white smooth skin. She hadn't blushed in five years, but I saw past her burning eyes and imagined her flushed cheeks reacting to my intimate gesture. I would love this woman till the end of time. One of the boys turned his head quickly around whispering 'damn it', and I couldn't resist curving my mouth into the slightest grin. She was mine.

Was that an act of romantic spontinaety, or are you jealous of the little boys drooling in my direction? Bella smirked at me quickly while squeezing my hand one last time before pulling away.

I held back a chuckle, quickly looked at the dark-haired goddess that stared back at me, I let out a huff, and smiled back to her. I opened my book bag as quickly as possible, lifted out my notebook and started scribbling on paper. From what I could tell, Mr. Weston, our algebra teacher was heading into the classroom with seconds to spare before the bell rang.

"Alright everyone, please take your seats. Many of you have taken a class from me before, but for those of you who are new students, welcome. My name is Mr. Weston and I'll be teaching you algebra this year."

I discretely passed my small note to her, waiting for her reaction. She opened it quietly under her desk.

I can't help it love. You're the most exquisite creature these poor humans have ever laid eyes on. I have to hear their thoughts. Forgive me for claiming you for myself. If you would rather explore your options with the young, naive boys at the front, I completely understand.

Bella's golden eyes squinted and her mouth formed a straight line across her face, clearly holding back a giggle. A few seconds later, Bella coughed and nudged her pencil onto the floor, dropping her reply along with it. I swiftly bent over to pick up my response.

Thank you for permission my love. I was ever so hoping that I might get a chance to be swooned by the blonde young man up front.

I clasped my hands over my heart and gasped sarcastically towards Bella after reading her note. It took two seconds to write a reply.

Why Miss Swan, I was under the impression that it was me who dazzled you!

"And I don't permit note passing in my class. Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us Mister…?" Mr. Weston had just cut off the middle of his syllabus speech when he witnessed my exchange with Bella.

Damn. After graduating high school nearly forty times, I had never been caught passing notes. "Cullen," I replied. "Edward Cullen. I apologize Mr. Weston. I promise not to be any more trouble."

"Indeed you wont Mr. Cullen. Anymore note exchanging and I'll be forced to assign seats to the whole class for the remainder of the year."

Pfft. Edward, what stupid name. 'Yes Mister Weston, it'll never happen again Mister Weston.' What a suck up. That girl needs a man who can stand his ground, not cower to our middle-aged math teacher. I wouldn't mind Mr. Weston assigning seats, then I'd have a shot at sitting next to the most sexy girl in this school.

Okay, now the blonde kid was starting to piss me off. One deep breath later, I blocked his thoughts and began to concentrate towards the teacher I had irritated not even five minutes into our first lesson. I glanced over to my beautiful wife where a look of great concentration consumed her soft features. Listening intently in, I patiently waited for her shield to open and her lovely thoughts to flood my mind. Only her thoughts could take my concentration off the irritating boy who planned to steal my wife.

I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to get you in trouble. And you are right, only you can dazzle me. Anyone else is making a pointless effort. I love you beyond reason. How about I make it up to you tonight if you'd like. I can be the teacher, and you can be the naughty student. I can think of a few punishments that I can subject you to later.

Oh dear god please let this class be over. I tightened my eyes shut and without thinking, let out a small moan. Bella constrained a giggle, but I couldn't help but notice the corners of her mouth tighten from refraining to smile.

The remaining of the class period dragged out to the longest extent I'd ever endured. Energy was pulsing through my veins as I concentrated not on the teacher, but controlling my body and mind to refrain myself from whisking away the woman beside me. It was Forks junior year all over again, yet this time I was refraining from sexual tension opposed to Bella's intoxicating scent.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell excused us into our next class.

"Well that was interesting," Bella chuckled. "I thought you were nearly going to keel over from trying to contain yourself."

"Well Mrs. Cullen," I whispered so gently no one else could hear. "If a certain young woman kept her visually intoxicating, incredibly explicit ideas of fun to herself, I may have actually learned something today."

"Oh but you know that's not true. You could teach that class better than Mr. Weston could." She replied.

"Okay true, but my concentration was so far gone, I couldn't even wrap my mind around his thoughts when I tried. If he were to ask me the answer to one of his questions this morning, I hardly believe I could have given him a correct response."

"Ha, okay okay. If you'd like I'll shield my thoughts for the remainder of the day. Come on, let's go meet Ness for English."

I started to hear Nessie's thoughts down the hall. Only then was I able to clear my head enough to concentrate on our task at hand. We were here for my daughter. To give her a taste of the human world (pun not intended), and to feel like a normal girl.

Dad! This is absolutely phenomenal. The kids in my class are amazingly friendly, and I think I may be my teachers new favorite student.

I focused on Renesmee's vision of her first high school class where she responded to every question with flawless Spanish. Emmett smacked her around a little bit for raising her hand too frequently, calling her a suck up and not to raise too much attention. She had learned the language at a very young age. Bella and Renesmee had spent the first two years after her transformation learning various languages. Following Spanish they had also learned French, Italian, and Portuguese by the time she was only two-years old.

I wanted more than anything just to whisk her into my arms for a proud father daughter moment. To kiss her on her head and tell her how proud I was of her. She was my little angel. Our little miracle baby. But she was no baby anymore... Reminding myself that she was my little sister at school, I gave her a smile and light pat on the back, then started escorting my wife and child to our English class.

"So how was algebra? Learn anything new smarty pants?" Renesmee often mocked me for my knowledge. Seeing as I had several decades to take my fill in books, languages, and philosophy, I was often portrayed as the know-it-all in the family.

"Actually he was caught passing notes in class, and is now number one on our teacher's radar for trouble." I had a feeling Bella would be mocking me for the rest of the day and silently prayed she would keep this misfortune to herself, and not tell my brothers. I could almost hear Emmett's mocking jokes from me unable to successfully pass a note without getting caught. However, if the incident had been the only way to bring out Bella's vision of bad teacher/naughty student roll playing, I wouldn't have traded that moment for the world.

"Oh really? I thought you were supposed to be the all-knowing perfect student." Nessie nudged my arm in a joking manner. "You better shape up Daddy. You wouldn't have to have Grandpa come in for a teacher conference for misbehavior."

I almost laughed at the thought. If Carlisle ever received a phone call from school, it was for Emmett's obnoxious behavior. I had never been called out in class.

"Alright you two, enough with the stupid note. Let's just get to class."