A/N: UPDATE 6/13/13
Hello my dearest fans. I am back and better than ever. I making it my priority to rewrite and continue my three stories. Not to fear little ones, I'm trying to keep my promises this summer.
This chapter is an official rewrite.
*Disclaimer shit goes here. You know who these characters belong to. I just make them my puppets.*
Some changes to this story: *IMPORTANT*
-It is Bella's senior year instead of junior year, works out better this way in the end.
-Edward is a French teacher instead of a Bulgarian teacher. I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I came up with that.
-Jessica is no longer 'Sassie', she's Tits. A shout out to BronzeHyperion's Bring On The Wonder for this wonderful nickname. I thought it applied to my Jessica very well.
-Bella and Rosalie are not identical twins, they are fraternal twins.
-Edward does not have a sister named Alice, it was a very bad typo. His brother is Emmett. His FOUR year old daughter's name is Mary Alice. Nickname: Aly.
Enjoy the rewrite. Love, K.C
2. Entertainment
BPOV
August 24, 2010.
I stood there, shell shocked, of the man who was standing before me. His beauty wasn't something to be described. It was to be admired, but he was not supposed to be just admired; he was meant to be admired from afar. No living human being deserved to gaze upon him, touch him and survive. They were ought to die a pleasurable death.
When you ran your hands down his hard chest, your palms would burn and incinerate.
When you ran your hands through his silky copper locks, your fingers would fall off.
When you stared long into his marvelous green eyes, you'd become blind.
I don't mind dying at the hands of this god.
His voice tumbled through me like a cold breeze. I shivered in my place, unable to think. And then I was warm, the way he gazed at me, was like lightening. My breathing sped up, and I swear to God, I think he noticed.
Stop, Oh God. Don't let him affect you this way.
"Bella," I replied strangely. "My name is Bella Swan, and this… this is my twin sister Rosalie." I said, acknowledging my sister's presence. I faintly heard the cat-calls and whistles coming from the back of the classroom towards Rosalie and me. I ignored them. All I saw was him.
"Okay, well, Ms. Swan, please take your seat so you can calm down the sexually driven guys at the back of the classroom." He stated seriously in that voice. The room erupted in giggles and chuckles.
Teacher stared at me shortly before he turned around and went back to writing things on the board. More rules I supposed. But it didn't stop me from watching his back expand and retract at his movements. His hands trembled visibly, causing him to rewrite and rewrite.
Shit I was obsessed.
I took my seat across from Mike Newton, and Rosalie sat next to me, quietly for some strange reason.
"What's up with you?" I asked her to put my breathing to rest.
"Have you ever seen such a fine male specimen in this town before?" she asked with wonder on her face. My stomach grew warm with an unknown emotion to her observation of him.
"What do you mean?" I asked her curiously trying not to let that emotion get to me. A distraction, yes. That's what I needed. I found a note Lauren Mallory and I were writing in 3rd period, and I decided to rip that up. She was a bitch.
"Bella!" she whisper-shouted to me. "Do you see him? He's like fucking heaven on earth, chocolate to my strawberry, Jesus to my Christ. Living in Forks of all fucking places."
"Isn't that the truth—"
"Ms. Swan! If you need to share something, the class is listening." Mr. Teacher interrupted me. Damn him. The fucker put me on the spot.
I almost stuttered out of nervousness from his gaze. But I eventually composed myself. I hated feeling like this. So much so, that it was a compulsion to get revenge. Get him back.
"No sir, nothing I can share in front of these sexually driven boys." I retorted with a smug smile planted on my face.
"Ms. Swan. This is the first day of school. Please do not get off on the wrong foot." He said disapprovingly, his sexy eyebrows exaggerating his scowl.
I could find something else to get off on, I thought.
"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." I smiled sarcastically and went back to ripping up the note. The class laughed again; maybe because I never apologized to a teacher for misbehavior before or back down that easily. He was a new teacher, I'd give him a break. And well, he was hot. He wasn't to blame for my sudden burst in hormones.
He nodded and looked back at the class; his shirt and slacks moving gracefully with his lean, muscular body.
"Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Cullen. But you can call me Edward. You can text, listen to music, curse, because I do too. Essentially, you can do whatever you want," there were cheers all over the room. "…as long as you get your work done." Many 'aww's and disagreements were said. "But we'll only do the necessary work in here. A lot of labs and not too many projects. But I will never assign you homework, because it's a fucking waste of timee." More cheers from the other students. "And I'm not going over the rules. I don't want to bore you, 'cause you've heard enough of that shit all day…I'll tell you a bit about myself."
I just sat there and listened to him talk. Well…not really. I was watching his perfectly plump, rosy, full, kissable lips move as he talked. I was imagining kissing him and getting fucked by him everywhere in this classroom. I was sure there was a dreamy look on my face as I watched him. I was right when I saw fingers snap in front of my face.
"Yo! Ho! Snap out of it. You're drooling like he's a fucking piece of cookie dough pie." Rosalie whispered furiously.
"You and your crazy similes, Rosalie,"
"You and your annoying nerdiness, Bella." She shot back.
I smiled. "Touché,"
"…I'm twenty-four and went to medical school for four years but never actually wanted to pursue that career so I dropped out and obtained a degree in children's education. I'm probably the youngest teacher at this school, right?" Mr. Cullen asked, and a lot of yes's were heard. "I figured. Um…well, I have a brother, his name is Emmett. My father, Carlisle works in the hospital, and my mother, Esme, works as an interior designer. I taught elementary school last year and I loved it, but I wanted a chance to teach older kids. That's basically my life."
Rosalie then started to speak up. "Are you married, have a, you know, girlfriend or anything?" I smacked her on the leg.
"What the hell, Rosalie?" I whispered violently.
"It's a perfectly good question, don't you think Bella?" she whispered back.
"As a matter of fact, I am, Rosalie." Mr. Cullen said, leaning on his desk looking sooo….
Wait, what?
"You're what?" she asked again.
"Married; and I have a four year old daughter."
He's WHAT? Are my ears not working right today?
"Oh, well…that's cool." She said sounding disappointed, when I was the one who was really disappointed. I was slowly processing the fact that the new subject of my fantasies was married…with a kid. Oh the irony.
"Why Rosie, you wanna fuck the teacher?" Did Mike Newton have the balls to ask a stupid question like that from Rosalie, and call her another name besides her own? And out loud, where he can hear?
Well, yes. Yes he did.
And he's going to pay for it in…3…2…1…
"No, Mikey, I wanna fuck your dad. That's what I'd rather do than suck your shrivel ass dick like you've wanted me and Bella to do for the past three years! You're not even worth it from what I've heard from Lauren!" she retorted. Mike stuttered and mumbled nonsense in embarrassment.
There were laughs and guffaws everywhere around the room from my classmates. I snickered a little. I was impressed with Rose, she finally told him off.
"Rosalie, Michael…please stop. I don't want to pull a responsible teacher card and write a referral on your first day. So Michael will you move to the front of the classroom for a while so the ladies can have the table to themselves." Mr. Cullen finally said and motioned to the table in front of his desk.
Mike got up slowly with his book bag and sat next to Tyler and Ben. I almost laughed out loud when he tripped on a random book bag string on his way there.
"Okay, now that we had some…entertainment from our peers, I would like to hear a little about you guys. If you could stand up one by one and tell me your name and two things you like to do, from table to table."
Everyone had their turn giving that information, and some girls went as far as saying they like hot teachers. I think Mr. Cullen might have blushed a time or two.
I didn't know it was Rosalie's turn until she stood up. "My name is Rosalie Swan, and I like boys and fixing cars." She sat back down, and most of the boys whooped and whistled. And then it was my turn.
I really wanted to get back at Mr. Cullen for putting me on the spot, making me apologize, and being married…with a kid.
I stood up as sexily as I could, "My name is Isabella Swan but I prefer Bella. I like fucking boys and reading the classics." I stated simply and sat back down and sexily as I stood. Now all of the boys whooped and whistled at my statement. Even I knew it was a really immature thing for me to do, but I was so out of character already, just by a couple words and stares from this Bronze God.
"Ms. Swan…" he started, but stared. I stared back, visibly breathing hard, unwilling to let him win. He looked away abruptly and gulped inaudibly."Next please," Did I just affect him?
Eh…probably not.
