Title: Against the Rules REMAKE

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters used this story except for my OC

Pairings: Emmett/MaleOC OC/OC Emmett/Rosalie

Summary: A teacher, a student, a forbidden romance.

Rating: M for this chapter (just to be safe) Light Descriptions of sexual thoughts. Masturbation. The scene is at the end

Here's the next installment of Against the Rules. There is some light descriptions of sexual thoughts in this chapter (nothing to heavy, and I made a warning before the scene comes up if you would rather skip it) and loads of angst for both Emmett and Anthony in this chapter. (Emmett's an asshole in this chapter)

And people! Don't forget to review. If you take the time to read this I would love to hear your opinions good or bad. And thank you for the favorites and the followers I enjoy seeing that another person is interested in my stories. It encourages me to update faster.

And one more thing! I realized I haven't given much information about the age of my characters in this story so here it is.

Emmett 16 11th grade Jacob 17 12th grade

Anthony 25 Rosalie 16 11th grade

Edward 26

Now hopefully that clears some things here.

Chapter III Part II

Em_POV

"Okay… So you are telling me that Rosalie has knowledge of your sexual orientation now? Is that what is upsetting you?" Anthony says.

I nod unable to really speak at the moment. Just reliving the moment in my head just made everything stressful all over again.

"Well, that's a relief… So, it wasn't me… It was you who was the problem. Of course you're a fag."

I palmed my face with both of my hands covering my face from Anthony's questioning eyes. I just couldn't believe that Rosalie had said that. She did not give a single hint that would leave me to believe she'd feel that way about gays… About me. I mean, sure she never really defended them when all the jocks would bash on them, but she wasn't really in on it either. She'd just ignore it. Maybe she was just upset about us breaking up?

No.

I wasn't going to give myself false hope only to walk outside this room and find out the hard way. I might as well nail a sign to my head saying "Gay" now because that's all people are going to see when they look at me.

"So, you think that Rosalie will expose you orientation the school?"

Okay you had to admit that that was a stupid question so the "are you an idiot" expression on my face I gave him was completely warranted.

"Okay then, well maybe I can have a talk with her. Maybe I can change her mind."

I shook my head vehemently. "No, that's not going to work. I know her, she is stubborn, and once she has her mind set on something there's no stopping her". That was the truth and it hurt. I was fucked and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.

Anthony sighed, and timidly, wrapped his arm around my shoulder patting gently. I know the gesture was supposed to be comforting, but I wasn't in the mood for it. So I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I felt like a dick when I saw that quickly disguised expression of hurt on his face.

Fuck… he was the last person I wanted to see like that.

Anthony immediately got up from next to me, clearing his throat and moving back to his desk. His posture was stiff, as he sat up back straightened in his chair. Fuck, I'm an asshole.

I sighed deeply, "Anthony… I-"

He interrupted me raising his hand stopping me from talking, "Emmett, no apologizes are necessary. I obviously made the wrong call on how I thought would comfort you. I assure you that will not happen again. Now, I have a suggestion for you. I think the best course of action you should take providing that you don't want to be outed…"

I shook my head immediately. I wasn't ready for that. I don't think I'll ever be.

"…would be to confront Rosalie. Now sometimes people aren't as they seem to be. Now you told me that you and Rosalie had ended your relationship. Is that correct?"

I nodded, "Well, it wasn't really said with words or anything, but with way she storm off, I definitely knew it was over."

"Okay, so have you ever considered the thought that she was harboring deep feelings for you and is actually deeply hurt? You telling her that you are gay would mean to her that the relationship you guys were having was basically fake. It's not irrational for her to react to act the way she did."

Now, that pissed me the fuck off. I thought he understood what I was going through, but apparently not "What? You're fucking defending her? I don't care how the hell she feels, that doesn't give her the right to tell the whole school I'm fag now!" I said raising myself out of my seat, my voice angry and unapologetic.

Anthony arched his eyebrows giving me a look clearly reprimanding me for my outburst and language. "I was not defending anybody, Emmett. Sit back down." He said a little bit too calmly.

I balled my fist, letting out a deep breath and sat back down, my left leg bouncing up and down. It was a bad habit, something I only did when I was angry.

The room was silent. I was waiting for him to say one more thing I didn't like because once he does I was gonna leave this room. Screw him; I don't need any of this. I could just drop out and go to another school or something. At least then my parents wouldn't find out. Actually, that was sounding like a better idea every second now.

"Are you calm now? Or do you need more time to vent?" He said quietly.

I don't know how I wasn't irritated by his psychology talk earlier because now it's just pissing me off. The way he's talking, like he knew me, like he knew how to handle me.

"No! I'm not calm now. Your sitting there and observing me like this is some little game to you. What, do you get off on this or something? Does it turn you on? Excite you when I act like this? I can imagine the wheels turning in your head. What are you thinking? About how to handle me? About what you say to "make me feel better"? Screw this… You don't care about me. This is just some job to you. I'm outta of here." When I saw that his facial expression has yet to change I decided to leave before I did something I would regret

I turned around to leave, only stopping when I heard Anthony shout my name. When I turned back to see him it made me feel better when I saw that he was out of his seat, hands at his side, fists clenching, and his lips pressed tightly against one another. It didn't take a psychologist to realize he was pissed.

Anthony walked closer to me within arm's reach. "Emmett, I can't… The nerve of you. I tried… I tried to sit there and take every single insult, thinking that you are going through some issues so it's not irrational for you to let out some anger and lash out on people. But, I absolutely refuse to sit here any longer while you throw insults at me."

Anthony moved even closer, our chest almost brushing against each other. He jabbed his finger my chest. God, if I wasn't so pissed off I would think about wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing the fuck outta him. No, wait… I didn't need to pissed to think that.

"I've been nothing but good to you Emmett. I've never given anyone as much attention as I gave you."

I scoffed, trying my best to ignore his close proximity. Being angry and horny at the same time would probably lead to me doing something I think I would regret. Well… probably not. "Oh? Well I feel sorry everyone else then if you consider that a good thing"

Anthony growled… literally. And it kinda turned me on. At this rate my arousal was overpowering my anger, so much that I didn't even remember why was so pissed. I just wanted to kiss him.

"Y-you… you're... you're a… jerk" He said attempting to add some force into it so it would be hurtful, but just because it came out of his mouth… it was kinda cute… and funny. That's why I decided to laugh. It felt good. I haven't really had a good reason to laugh ever since this "gay" stuff started.

Anthony's eye's widened then narrowed at me, "Why are you?" Anthony sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration… "This is ridiculous... You go off on me with some ridiculous rant and now you're laughing?"

Silence filled the room once more, the both of us not moving from our positions. Anthony was breathing heavily now awaiting my next words. I know what wanted to do to him; I just didn't know what to say anymore… I mean, I just lashed out on the one person helping me out in this.

I felt like shit saying all that crap to him. I didn't mean any of it obviously, hopefully he could see that. At the same time, I didn't regret doing it either. I felt good as hell now. Like I had just took a huge load off my shoulders.

I sighed, opening my mouth to speak, and my attempt at speaking came out as a something sounding like a squawk.

Anthony sighed as well, "So, what now? Are you going to tell me that you didn't mean anything you said?"

"I didn't mean any of it" I said finally.

Anthony nods, "I know, you had done everything that I expected of you. It's not you who is the problem. It's me. And yes I know how often that phrase is thrown around, but it's the truth. I think would be wise for us to discontinue these sessions of ours, if you still require some assistance I can recommend you to someone-"

"No! I don't want anyone else." I said interrupting him. "I like you! I mean it doesn't probably seem like it with how I went off on you, but it's true!" He doesn't need to know that I think he's hot. "I was just pissed off, and you were here and I'm sorry."

Anthony shook his head, chuckling, "Emmett, I understand that. I'm not upset with you; it's me I'm upset with. I don't think that I can help you while thinking objectively anyone. It's difficult to help someone when my emotions are clouding my judgment. You affect me, Emmett, and that's no good if I want to continue helping you."

I didn't really understand what he was getting at, but I assumed he still wanted to leave me. "None of that matter to me anymore. I don't want a counselor anyone, I just… want a friend. All that you did was defend yourself, and all that says to me is that you have feelings. What is wrong with that?"

"That's not my job in here, Emmett. That's the problem."

I sighed, "But-"stopping when gave me that look my mom always gave meaning "this conversation was over"

Anthony walked back over, taking some paper and writing something on it. "Here, this is a pass for you to go back to class."

I didn't move from my spot. I didn't want this to end. "I don't want this… If you think this is gonna help me somehow you're wrong. I need yo… I need this. You don't understand how much this has been helping me."

Anthony smiled, "I'm glad I was able to do some good previous to this day then. Look, Emmett… I never wanted this either. I wish that I didn't have some… weak spot for you that interferes with my ability to do my job. I really do, but there's no changing that anymore. I'm sorry… I really am. I will be in contact every now and then though. Goodbye, Emmett" he says sitting down at his desk, paying attention to something on his computer.

I had a feeling that he was serious. This was not any weird reverse psychology things girls do when they are pissed off at you. He really didn't want me anymore. I staggered at the thought. I didn't really mean it like that, but the thought of him wanting me like that. It didn't bother me one bit.

I turned around slowly to exit the room feeling like I was say something to him before I left. I felt like I wouldn't be hearing from him for a long time. I felt like nothing that I could say would change anything and I wasn't going to put myself out there just to get rejected again. I left the room paying no mind to how the volume of his key strokes increased.

Later that day…

Later that day I was at home from school. When I walked into doors I heard the news on TV in the living so I assumed that Dad was home. It was something he liked to do after work. I also heard dishes clattering, sounds of chopping and stirring. Mom was here too and she was currently preparing dinner I guessed. Yeah, like I said my family was very traditional. I didn't really have problems with that. It was just that I felt like there were some expectations I had to follow.

I greeted her when I walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Ma" I said approaching her. Esme turned around from the stove, smiling brightly. "Hi honey" she walked over to me giving me a firmly and loving hug. And I didn't care what other guys thought; I loved my Ma's hugs. It was like she was taking a chunk of my problems off of my shoulders. There was nothing I couldn't talk to her about with her. She was just that understanding about people.

Well, there was one thing I was unsure about…

"So, how was school Em?" she asked going back to her to kitchen-ly duties.

I shrugged, not necessarily wanting to tell her about the events of today. I'd rather not stress her but then I remember what Anthony told me about how telling people about your problems could ease the burden on you.

Esme turned around giving that patented mother look, the one that tells you that she knows that you are lying. "Em, you are not telling me something. And don't you bother with lying anymore because that's not going to work. I'm your mother; I know when something is wrong with you"

I sighed, I was hesitant. I didn't even know where to start. And even if I did, what could she do? I mean, considering she accepts it, I am definitely not having her go down to my school to stick up for her "gay" son. Let's face it, that's kinda lame.

"Is it a girl problem? Are things not going well with Rosalie at the moment?" She asked.

I groaned lightly. Of course she would bring that up. Rosalie was the last person I wanted to think about. She's the one who started all this crap in the first place.

"Is someone bothering you, Emmett? You have to tell me something. I promise no matter what it is I won't be upset with you."

Alright here goes nothing then.

I took a breath, and mutter quickly "I'm gay" before my nerves got a hold of me.

In return I received a blank stare. Like she was expecting me to burst out with an "I'm kidding!" or something. This wasn't the reassuring comfort I was hoping for. I quickly averted my eyes from her face not wanting to see the look of disgust on her face when she finally absorbed what I said.

"Em" she said quietly.

Wow, I can't believe this. I screw up my life at school and at home. I'm an idiot.

"Emmett, look at me" she said more firmly this time.

I hesitantly made eye contact with her surprised to see that she was wearing the same expressionless look she was earlier.

"Are you sure of this? I mean, children of your age do get curious from time to time. It doesn't really mean anything. Everyone goes through phases like this. Even I did when I was your age."

Okay, I really didn't want to know that. No son wants the imagery of their mom getting it on with another chick, or dude for that matter.

Alright, so this could be my out. I could agree with her, deal with the awkwardness for a few days and eventually she'll forget and this whole thing will be over with.

But, for some strange reason I couldn't do it. I nodded firmly maintaining eye contact with her so she'll know that I was serious. Even though, I was nervous on the inside. The silence was unnerving. I just wished that she would say something. Even if it was her calling me a disgusting disgrace of a son.

One second passed… two seconds... third seconds… time was moving way too slow and just when I decided to say fuck this and walk out the next second was when she finally said something…

"It's okay" she nearly whispered. "It's okay" she said once more, but it seemed like this one was for herself. Like she was assuring herself that it was okay to have a homosexual son. There was a smile on her face as she uttered those words that I so desperately wanted to hear. Upon closer in inspection of her face I realized her eyes were watery, she was on the verge of crying.

Fuck, she must have been thinking about the grandkids I would never be able to give to her. Yeah, so Anthony, when is this HUGE weight supposed to be dropping off of my shoulders? So much for that…

"Emmett, really… It's okay" she said once again and this time she chuckled while saying so which confused me to know end.

Mom took a deep breath, walking over to the kitchen table patting down at the seat next to her. I slowly walked over to the seat next to her. "Mom… I'm sorry… I"

Esme gently placed her hands on mine and squeezed tightly. "Emmett, really, it's okay. I'm really fine with this"

"Yo-you are? But, why are you crying then?" She couldn't have been okay with this. It couldn't be this easy.

Esme smiled shaking her head, "I was just surprised. And then, I had this little freak out of my own. I was thinking about what you must be dealing with alone. I'm not naïve, this world is filled with narrow minded bigots and I know they're not making this easy for you. I just wish you would have come to me earlier."

I was immediately hit with this huge amount of relief. I wanted to laugh out loudly and part of me felt like crying. I wasn't going to do either because this wasn't over yet. I still had to tell Dad and come out to the school if Rosalie hadn't done that already.

"Do you think I should tell Dad?" I asked. I figured she would know the answer to that better than I would.

Mom sighed, "Emmett, I really can't give you an answer to that. I really don't know. Carlisle has never given any indication either way."

I figured that would be the answer.

Esme was suddenly giving me this questioning look. Oh god, I knew what that look meant. She was going to start asking me all sorts of questions I didn't even know how to answer.

"So… is there someone else?" She questioned.

I arched an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

She smirked in reply, "I mean, y'know there has to be someone, some "guy" who was the start of you questioning your sexuality."

I blushed because the first person who came to mind was Anthony. And I definitely wasn't telling her that I thought my counselor was hot. Well, not my counselor anymore since I screwed that up.

"So, there is a guy. What is he like? Is he cute? You should introduce me to him one day. I would love to meet him. But, wait… what about Rosalie? Does she know? Are you two still..."

I raised my hand up to stop the relentless questioning, "Mom, me and Rose aren't together anymore, and yes, she does know."

Esme gasped, placing her hands over her mouth. "Is that why you guys aren't together? Oh, Em… I'm so sorry. She doesn't know what she is missing out on. Or… wait. Are you still interested in women or is it just… men now?"

I sighed pondering on the question. I never really took much time to think about that. I mean, I guess I was still attracted to girls. Especially, Rose. She was like the perfect girl. Perfect boobs, lips, and her as… Okay yeah, from the stirring in my groin it was safe to say I still thought girls were hot. So, I nodded to answer her question.

"Okay, so that would mean that you are bisexual, attracted to both genders I believe."

I shrugged. I didn't really care for the terminology. Like telling the guys on the football team that would make it any better. As soon as they thinking about the liking dudes part the only thing that's going to be in their minds are GAY.

"Well, anyways, I don't mean to be discouraging or anything, but I think you should hold off on telling your dad at the moment. Give yourself sometime to cool off, okay?"

I nodded, agreeing with her. It was hard enough telling mom. I don't think I could deal with telling them both in one day. Especially when neither of us knew how he would react.

"Telling me what?"

Mom and I both jumped our seat. Fuck! I forgot he was out there. Shit, I hope he didn't hear anything. I slowly turned to him looking for any signs of him hearing our conversation. Asides from slight confusion etched on his face, he didn't seem suspicious about anything.

"Uh, no-nothing Dad" I looked over to Mom hoping she would just back me up. "Yeah, it was nothing, dear."

Dad looked back and forward between us suspiciously. He knew something was up, but I knew he wouldn't push the subject up any further. "Okay" he said slowly, walking over to the kitchen table taking a seat next to Mom's.

Dad leaned over to Mom, giving her a quick peck on her lips. "So, honey, is that amazing pasta of your ready yet? I'm starving!"

Mom smiled, "Oh, yes, it'll be ready in a few minutes" Mom got up, going back over to the stove.

…

Ten minutes later, Mom's kickass spaghetti with her awesome homemade tomato sauce was ready and we were all situated at the table. Only sounds of eating were heard at the table, other than that, it was quiet. I knew Mom was planning something because she kept looking over to me nervously. What was she planning?

"So, honey… Do you remember that nice couple we met last time we went to dinner?"

Dad raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I do. The two… guys right? They were… nice, I suppose."

"Well, I've gotten in contact with them over with that umm… new social network site. Face page?..."

I rolled my eyes, "Facebook, Ma…"

"Oh, yeah! Well, I connected with them on Facebook, they seem interested in having dinner with us once more"

Dad sighed, "I don't know Esme, and we barely know them. And it would be… strange"

Mom scoffed, "And why is that? Because they are homosexuals" she replied raising her voice slightly.

Shit, this is what I was afraid of.

"Well… yes. I'm not used to being around that type of crowd. I wouldn't know how to act around those types. It would be awkward."

Well, at least I know what he thinks of them now. I'm glad I didn't tell him now.

"Carlisle you don't have to act any differently than you do around a straight couple."

Dad sighed, "Dear, I don't understand why we are arguing about this. I'd rather not hang around that sort if I can prevent it. If they are up close I will be civil and respectful. Other than that, I have no interest in further connections"

My heart plummeted. I never expected Dad to react like this. He was normally so accepting so everything.

"Carlisle, I can't believe you! "

Dad scoffed, "Why is this a big deal to you all the sudden? I'm not scornful or hateful in the least of those types of people. I just rather not be around them. You seem like you are taking this personally, and I can't understand why. As far as I know, those two men are the only two homosexuals you even know. Now that you met them, you want to go equality rights on me?"

Mom quickly glanced over to me. "This is personal. I don't want our son to be exposed to this type of behavior. I want him to grow up not being judgment and unaccepting."

Dad pressed the heel of his palm to his face. "I'm not… I'm not being judgment , dear. I'm sure Emmett's not like that either." Dad looked over to me.

Fuck, I didn't want to be a part of this.

"Right son? You know how it is in high school. It's just better to stay away from that type of crowd. It'd save you and them a lot of trouble."

I shrugged, "I-I guess so" I stuttered. I mean I guess he was right. I didn't really hang out with gay people that much. I'm pretty sure if I did, people would be giving me shit for it. "I don't care what people are attracted to, though."

Dad nodded, "Same here. Honey, I'm not no bigot or anything else that you must be thinking. I just think it's all more trouble than it's worth. I know how people are. They talk and observe and make assumptions based on that and gossip to everyone else about it. I can't have people thinking I'm some homosexual merely because they've seen me around one. That's more drama than it's worth. I just rather avoid the drama. Now, can we just finish this loving meal you've made for us in peace?"

Mom looked back over to me giving me a sorry look. I nodded in return. I know what she was trying to do and I was thankful for that. I just didn't want to break up this family because of this. I heard Dad clearly. He didn't know how to act around gay people. He thought I was more trouble than it was worth.

So yeah… I don't have any plans of telling him anything about me liking dudes anytime soon, or ever for that matter.

The rest of our dinner was finished in silence. In complete silence, and I was pretty sure this wasn't over for my mom. She was going to bring it up again and I only hoped that I wasn't around when it came up.

Later that night… (M rated scene here)

I was in bed trying to get some sleep later that night, but I couldn't. My thoughts were riddled with Anthony, especially after that event we had earlier. I didn't think about it much then because I was so pissed off, but now thinking about it, we were so close to each other. When we started shouting at one another, I could feel his breath on my face. He was so close to me. If I had ducked my head slightly, my lips would brush over his. It I had taken one more step closer our hips would meet. I wonder how he would react if I had done that?

I rolled my eyes, rolling over to my back. Yeah, that wouldn't go well. I knew that for sure. I couldn't help but to wonder though. If I had things my way, when I brush my lips against his, I would stare straight into his eyes. I would wait and see what he'd do. Maybe he'd blush… and would try to look away, but I wouldn't let him. I would take my hand a cup his jaw so he couldn't escape my piercing stare. I would want him to look in my eyes, and see what I am feeling for him at the moment. To see how beautiful I think he is, how hot. Maybe, he would gasp and let out a breathy… Emmett. I like the sound of my name on his lips.

I blushed, feeling myself slowly becoming aroused. I didn't care though, no amount of embarrassment could bring me to denial about this. There was denying it. I was attracted to Anthony. He made me feel ways that no one has ever before. Not even Rosalie has made me feel this heated before. My skin was hot at the moment so I took off of my shirt, lying back against my pillow.

I imagined myself finally taking the next step and pressing my lips to his softly. I would have wrapped a hand around his waist bringing our hips flush together. Would he be hard like I am? I wondered what kind of things he liked sexually. Would he want me to take control? Would he mind if I pushed him towards his desk lifting him so his behind rested on the edge of the desk?

I groaned, my hands wandering down into my shorts palming myself lightly, my neck arching from the pleasure of it. Oh Yeah, he would like it. I would do anything he wanted me to do if I could get him to say my name like I imagined him saying earlier. I would grab his legs and spread them apart I could fit myself between them, bringing our groins together, our hardened clothed flesh would rub against one another. Em, please. Yeah, that's what I want to hear. I subconsciously growled, rubbing myself a little harder as I imagined myself thrusting against him. He would want me closer, so he would wrap his legs around my waist. I would press my lips to his more firmly, my tongue exploring the insides of his mouth. I would ask him, What baby? What do you want? He would moan against my lips as I continue grind against him. I would place kisses down his face, from his cheek to his jaw and finally stopping at his neck where start nipping and sucking.

I would move back looking straight into his eyes once more. He would be breathing heavily. It would feel good that I could make him feel this way. My eyes scanned over his soft, red lips and down to his neck where I left my mark. I felt some strange kind of pride seeing that there. Something I did to him. People would see it on his neck and know he was mine.

And finally, when I couldn't resist his tempting face anymore I would firmly press my lips to his again, thrusting my arousal harder into his, our moans and groans soon filling the room.

My hand was now moving quickly up and down my hardened length as I neared completion. I just needed one final push. I didn't hesitate for a second when I quickly unzipped his pants and grabbed his firm length on my hand and squeezed, twisting my hand around it. Oh god! Emmett! He would scream before finishing himself, and that was it for me. After a few more jerks of my hand, I released inside my boxers.

My heavy breathing filled the room as I pressed my head back against my pillow. I was sweaty, and the semen on my hand and thighs would soon dry up so I decided to clean myself up. Getting up from my bed and grabbing a towel from the bathroom and cleaning myself. When I was back in my room, I changed into another pair of boxers and collapsed onto my stomach.

I knew I should probably be thinking about what I had just done, but I just felt so relaxed and sleepy. My exhaustion was slowly taking over as my eyelids slowly closed. I knew I was going to have a good rest tonight, dreaming of gentle touches all around me and a warm body spooning me from behind…