[A/N] I don't own twilight. I do own a blue lighter and a orange and purple candle though.
BPOV
I
knew from natural instincts that school was going to be awkward.
Extremely awkward.
I still hadn't spoken to Alice since
Saturday night. I was too hurt to.
I mean, she was meant to be one of my best friends. And she knew. She knew all along that the teacher I was crushing on was her brother. And she didn't say one word to me.
I had creative writing first. Perfect. I hadn't seen him today.
Who knows, maybe I might get luck and he called in sick. I thought as I was walking down the hall. But then I fell over a trashcan. Nope, not my lucky day.
And of course, to confirm my suspicion Mr. Cullen just waked in and I just knew this was going to get interesting. And not to my advantage.
"Ok class, as you know this term we are working on short stories. So today we are going to learn a few different methods of how to start the orientation." About half the class immediately reached for their text books, but Mr. Cullen went on before they could even turn the first page.
"We aren't going to be using the textbooks today, because, frankly, I don't like the examples they provide, so I'm going to write my own on the board. You can copy them down if you want. For the few of you that are new to this, these examples might help you greatly later on. If you don't want to copy them down. Please just sit there quietly." he said in his perfect, velvet, make-me-melt voice as he entered the class room. Not even looking at the class.
I saw some girls shift in their seats. Clearly this man should be charged for the effect he has on woman.
I didn't bother reading the examples; I had gone over this last year with my old teacher. But when Eric called out "Sir, are these examples based on real life? Because if they are then that brunette chick is stupid." he said. Oh, he wouldn't. He wouldn't mention Saturday night, would he?
I braved a glance up to the board. And there it was, in his sexy scrawl.
2
great ways to start a short story.The
tease:
the second I saw her enter the living room nothing else mattered. The
only thing I could think about was the way that black dress looked on
her pale skin and how beauty like that should be illegal. The way her
brown hair shone but the sun to shame. But she would never want
me. And
The dramatic event: 'I can't do this, its illegal' he thought as he looked at her. 'Besides why would she want me? She could have any guy she wanted'He couldn't be talking about me could he? There must be some other brunette in his life. He would never want me like that!
His velvet voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Ok class, that's all for this lesson, tomorrow we will be talking about the less common ways to start a story." he said.
As everyone began filling out the door, he glanced over at me, capturing my eyes in his dark green orbs, smoldering with an emotion I couldn't quiet place.
He finished up with "See you all tomorrow." before walking back to his desk as the last few people remaining, including me, made our way out the door to follow our peers.
Tomorrow will be torture, I could tell.
[A/N] again, a shout out to my AMAZING BETA. Thank you liv! Go check out her stuff, ill put a link on my profile. Ok, so next chapter will be up on about Sunday. So tell me what you want you think of this one and ill give you a sneak peak :)
Ciao my pretties.
Bree
