A/N: Hi guys! Hope you haven't gotten the pitchforks out for Emmett yet. Let him redeem himself. :)

And IpsitaC77 apu, this chapter is how I imagine MY favorite teacher in class. Enjoy! ;)

Chapter-4: My Charming Stalker

"I hate that jerkface," Leah grumbles as she walks into the kitchen.

"You should. He is a jerkface," I say a little more sunnily than I probably should, but I'm still on a high from last night's dance.

A dance with my Prince Charming.

A dreamy sigh leaves me. A charming encounter.

I find myself smiling at the wordplay in my head until …

"Are you on drugs?"

"What?" I'm dumbfounded by Leah's question. "Why would you even think that?"

With a shrug, she answers, "You look like a meth-head right now with that dopey grin on your face."

Okay, so maybe the enchanted princess look works better on Disney's world that on Bella's world.

Putting on my best offended face, I say, "See that's the problem with being a cop working on narcotics. You always think everyone's on drugs." When she looks unimpressed, I add, "I happen to be a very well-respected teacher at the high school. So I'll thank you for not calling me a meth-head again."

She opens her mouth to contradict me, but then stops and runs toward the sink. After emptying the contents of her gut, thanks to the massive hangover she woke up with, she rinses her mouth with water and groans. "I hate that jerkface."

Yep, that's better. It's all Jacob the jerkface's fault anyway.

"Ms. Swan?"

I look up to find Jeremy, one of my students, standing in front of me with a smile on his face. I take a quick peek at the watch and note that it's fifteen minutes before class is supposed to start. Maybe the kid needs help with his studies, I think and offer him a friendly smile.

"Hi, Jeremy, how was your weekend?" I ask pleasantly because that's how we're supposed to treat high schoolers, pleasant but stern when necessary.

His smile widens. "Oh, it was dope!"

I blink at his answer, not really sure if a weekend being "dope" is good or bad. Giving him a noncommittal nod, I ask again, "So what can I help you with?"

He looks down at the floor and shuffles his feet a little, seeming nervous. "Well ..." he trails off.

"Yes?" I'm nothing if not encouraging my students to be open with me.

"You look very pretty today," he says hesitantly.

Oh! I feel a blush coloring my cheeks at his words. Okay, that was a bit more open than I was expecting.

I try to be all gracious and start to say thanks when he blurts out, "I need you to change my grade."

Ah! There it was. The true reason any high school boy will compliment their twenty seven year old Chemistry teacher.

"What?" I ask, pretending to be shocked because they shouldn't know we're always one up on them.

"Please, Ms. Swan," he looks down, biting his lip and shit. "If I fail Chemistry, I won't be able to get into good colleges."

I feel like snorting at his over-the-top acting. Because trust me if it was a girl, I'd probably believe that she was concerned about her grades.

But not in this case.

Not when the boy standing in front of me was caught peeing outside the door of the Principal's office and didn't even appear for the test in question.

"Jeremy, honey," I say, taking off my glasses for impact and smiling at him. When he smiles back, looking hopeful, I continue, "I won't change your grades. The best I can do is reschedule another test for you ..." His smiles slips before reappearing again.

Oh no, you little sneak! I'm not that easy.

"... on a completely different question paper," I continue, disregarding the hurt look on his face. "And please, if you think flattery will help you get away with flunking in my class, I suggest you think again," I finish with a smile just as the bell rings. "I suggest you grab a seat now."

The sight of him shooting daggers at me makes me sigh.

I'm doing this for you, flunker, I think sadly before putting on my glasses and greeting my students as they come to the class.

Ah! The life of a high school teacher; never a boring moment.

Some time later, I find myself humming softly as I unwrap my chicken sandwich, and that's when Rosalie comes to find me in the teacher's lounge.

"You have a visitor, Bella," she says in a way of greeting.

I look behind her and frown at the empty hallway. "Where's my visitor?"

"I left him outside, waiting."

I feel my heartbeat quicken. It's a he? Oh shit! Maybe my Charming did find his way back to me.

The goofy grin on my face probably tips her off where my mind might have taken a turn, and she shakes her head at me. "Girl, if you liked that guy, you should've given him your number."

"But what if he turns out to be a stalker?" I ask.

"He is."

Her answer makes my eyes bug out and she laughs. "Relax. The "visitor" is actually for me, but he has a message for you … from your stalker."

I'm about let out a sad sigh when it suddenly clicks in my head. "Shit! He is a stalker. How else will he know who I am? I never gave him my name. Shit! Shit! Shit!"

She actually shushes me before saying, "Overreact much? I gave my one my number before he left."

"And your one knows my one?" I ask carefully.

"Uh-huh," she responds. "Now come on. Let's go and get you your one."

For the next couple of minutes, I'm subjected to social conduct by greeting Rosalie's one, Emmett McCarty.

Even though he's this funny guy with a dimpled smile that completely contradicts his big beefy built, I can't help but think of Charming more sexy.

After the pleasantries, Emmett holds out a piece of paper to me and says, "Edward asked me if I could give this to you. So here you go, Miss Bella."

I take the paper from him with a polite smile and wait for him to say goodbye before rushing off to find an empty classroom to squeal like a little girl.

Once I am alone and safely hidden in my classroom, I unfold the paper and let my eyes devour the words written in perfect script.

Hey Beautiful,

I'm sorry for having to leave so early that night. I would like to get a chance to take you to dinner tonight … to get to know your name … and perhaps get to earn that kiss from you.

So would you like to go to dinner with me tonight, beautiful? I'm adding my number here so that you can let me know.

Edward Cullen.

After finishing reading, I let out a sigh, glad that I wore my unflattering panties today because that man totally set them on flames.

A/N: See? Emmett isn't that bad. Now anyone who's interested in licking him … *winks at Taylor9901* have at him. ;)

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