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
3. Stick Around
BPOV
August 24, 2010.
After forty-five minutes of hearing the boring stories of the kids I knew since fourth grade, it was the end of the period. And it meant that the next fifty-five minutes, I was Mr. Cullen's assistant. I could fantasize all I wanted, and bask in the aura of green-eyed Edward and no one, not even Mike Newton, could harass me for it.
This was heaven.
Rosalie stood silently, her hair flowing softly with her movement, after packing her stuff. She watched me carefully, debating whether she should leave me here in the presence of temptation or take me with her. "Where's your faith?" I replied to her unspoken question.
"Just making sure you aren't going to do something stupid." she said with her eyebrows raised. See, twin telepathy.
"Don't count on it, sister dear." I said as I put my feet atop the table, pushing my body and chair slightly backwards. The boys piled out of the room as fast as they could because they didn't want to see the flirty looks and giggles that the girls sent to Mr. Cullen as they preamble out the door.
"Alright then," she whispered as she left as well.
Now it was the two of us. And suddenly, it didn't seem like such a good idea to share space alone with him. My muscles tensed, and my chest moved rapidly once again.
Edward was currently erasing today's lesson plans off the whiteboard, and my gaze was burning into the back of his head. And it was like he still sensed me here, because he turned around slowly… His head was faced to look at me, but his body was still facing the board "Ms. Swan—" he started to say.
"Bella," I interrupted with a smirk on my face, and my arms folded; I was determined to not let him see his effect on me.
"Ms. Swan, why are you still here?" he asked oblivious, ignoring my request.
"I'm your new TA this period. You're welcome."
"Oh shit…I completely forgot," he battered himself, slapping his forehead. "Um… could you please get your feet off my table?" he said as he composed himself and turned to face me again. "There was training early this morning. Were you informed?" I reluctantly unraveled my feet from the table.
"No sir. I was…running late." I said as I cleaned up imaginary dust and paper from the desk. And that was true. I spend the morning on the school patio making out with my ex-boyfriend James. Even though we were through, I just couldn't help that he was such a good kisser.
Edward rolled his eyes slightly, not disregarding the fact that I might have been doing something unethical.
"You can train me now," I suggested in a flirty way.
"Ms. Swan. Can you please cut back on the flirty comments? I'm really not interested." He sighed as he held up his hand with his ring finger.
"Who said I was flirting?" I lied with a smile still on my face; even though I was silently glaring at his wedding ring. It was a slap in the face. I got up and walked toward him as I spoke. I rested my hands on his desk staring up at him. "Trust me, Teacher. You'd know if I was flirting."
Instead of replying, he changed the subject quite quickly. "We can start today." He said. "Since it is the first day of school, you can help me staple the syllabi for tomorrow, and help unpack and organize the textbooks."
Thirty minutes later, ten boxes of textbooks were unpacked, five periods worth of syllabi were stapled, and Edward's supply closet was cleaned to the T. We were currently lounging on the floor of his closet laughing.
Oh that musical laughter.
I didn't even realize we were having fun until now. It all started with the stapling. I had stapled my fingers at least five times. Even though I was a confident person, I was also clumsy. He patched me up every time and broke the ice by commenting on my ineptitude. I could almost see elephantine letters spelling out 'AKWARD.' like that MTV show.
"For a girl like you…you are awfully clumsy," he'd commented when he removed the third staple from my finger, chuckling all the while. I was aware of ever inch that we shared. My break broke suddenly, and I desperately tried to not let him notice.
"It's a bad trait," I'd replied annoyed and saw the resign on his face when I did. It made me feel so distressed to see such a face from him that I'd made up my mind. I didn't want to make this one hot guy uncomfortable at all. And I didn't want to hurt myself every three minutes just so he'd warm up to me. "I'm sorry," I'd said out of the blue.
He'd looked up then. "For what?"
"For earlier," I said, with my face stoic and apologetic, while he disinfected and wrapped my pinky in a band-aid. "I was out of line and I'm sorry." I figured a little buttering-up couldn't help my case.
"Don't worry about it," he said off-handedly. That pissed me off.
I leaped off his desk that I was sitting on, in frustration, rambling incoherently. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I have these crazy impulses that I act out when I'm around a someone that's even remotely attractive—" I said while I paced back and forth, not knowing what had come over me.
"Ms. Swan…Ms. Swan—" he tried to interrupt.
"—I just can't help it! It's like I have some deficiency of disease that makes me really horny…and then I can't help myself—"
"Bella!" He shouted, flustered. I turned towards him in surprise. He finally called me by my name. "Don't worry about it. I…totally understand." He said reluctantly.
"You do?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah, unfortunately, I was exactly like you in high school." he said as he sat on his desk with his arms folded. "I was popular; I dated, fooled around with girls everyday of the week. And then I had a crush on my teacher, god knows how that ended." He pondered with a faraway look.
I smiled in relief. "Thank god," I replied. "I really am sorry."
"All is forgiven. Just… don't make me regret forgiving you." He mockingly replied as he walked towards the room to go over lesson plans.
"But we can be friends, right?" I called after him. And I heard him laugh in response.
I then followed him determined to know more about him.
"You do know there are no rules in getting to know your teachers," I told him as I removed a piece of tape from its dispenser, settling onto a chair comfortably across from him.
"No, I guess there isn't…" he said distantly.
"So…" I suggested, just to make him squeal a little. I desperately needed to know this man's life.
"So… there's not much to talk about," he deflected, while compulsively looking through papers.
"Oh, come on! There must be something juicy about your life that you never told anyone." I gleefully said, my eyes widening in excitement. He got up, and brought some textbooks out of the closet.
"And why would I tell you?" he asked with a smirk, finally letting loose. He got up and started to place them on the shelves of desks out in the classroom, in my view.
"Because…I'm good at secrets and I have some pretty juicy ones in response."
"Then tell me one of yours and…maybe, just maybe, I'll tell you one of mine." He compromised as he walked back to gather more books; I switched jobs and decided to help give him the books back and forth.
"No, no, no teacher dear, you will tell me one of yours."
"Alright then," he conceded.
"Ok, when I was ten, I stole a puppy, black Labrador, from a pet store because it looked so sad and helpless and really, really cute. She was two weeks old. I kept her in my tree house for hours feeding her, playing with her, and bathing her. And I named her Trixie. But then I felt so guilty about stealing, that I went to the police station to turn myself in and give the dog back to the owners of the store." He had a speculative look on his face when I said that, and then took some more books from me.
"And?"
"And then I found out that the pet store was giving away free puppies and my black Labrador was one of them. The officer locked me in a cell with Trixie for two minutes and then let me out and told me to go home." Edward silently went back to sitting on the floor across from me without a word.
It was silent for ten seconds and then I heard a gush of laughter coming from him. And I laughed along, enchanted by the sound of him letting go.
That leads us to now. "How very 'SpongeBob and Patrick' of you," he said after minutes of laughing. His comment surprised me.
"You watch SpongeBob? That's your secret?"
"Hey! I'm not that old you know; I still enjoy a couple episodes now and then. And I'm pretty much forced to since I have a four year old daughter." He said, smiling in reminiscent of his kid.
"What's her name?" I was suddenly intrigued that he was letting me in his life in some way.
"Mary-Alice; but everyone calls her Alice or Ally."
"I bet she's beautiful," I said genuinely, thinking about a little girl with Edward's hair and eyes. And I wanted her to be mine.
Where'd that thought come from?
"Everyone says she looks more like me, but I thought she took after her mother." he whispered.
"Took? As in past tense. What happened to her mom?"
"My wife is dead," he deadpanned. My eyes widened, startled by the fact that he was so blunt and direct about it. The other side of me relished in the fact that this perfect piece of specimen was single.
Fuck Bella, could you be anymore sensitive? The man was still married, a widow no less, and you're thinking about boning him?
"How did she die?"
"She was drunk, crashed into a tree."
"Hmm, that blows," I said abruptly, my filter clearly not working. But it seemed as if I said the right thing.
He started laughing again.
"What's so funny?" I asked offended, but glad that I got him to laugh again.
"I'm relieved," he said through his chuckles.
"For what?" How was my non-filter funny?
"For not saying 'I'm sorry' or giving me pity. I despised those who pitied me after she died."
"Hmm, well, I'm not most people,"
"No, you certainly are not," he whispered to himself, sure that I wasn't supposed to hear, yet I did and let it pass. "Well," he glanced at his watch, "It's time for you to pack up and skedaddle." He commented as he got up and walked back into the classroom to his desk. I followed him, reluctantly.
"You'll be seeing more of me you know, including next period." I commented as I retrieved my bag and moving closer to his desk, realizing the bell rang in a couple seconds.
"Unfortunately," he quipped as he looked at next period's roster.
"And I will be extracting every detail of your life by the end of this school year."
"Whatever you say," he said over the shrill of the bell. I sat down a got out Wuthering Heights to pass the next five minutes. "Oh, and Bella?"
"Yes?"
"No more stealing free puppies,"
I chuckled, "Stick around Teacher dear,"
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