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Emmett's POV
I sighed for the tenth time and glanced at the clock once again. I've been doing this routine for almost a half hour now. I really couldn't think clearly since Rosalie and I kissed each other two days ago. I saw her yesterday morning around 9 in the morning; she was getting ready to go to work, and I could tell that she was trying not to look at me. I also saw her last night when I was taking out the garbage, but again, she ignored me.
I couldn't blame her. Maybe she's thinking that I took advantage of her that night – she was sort of lonely and depressed, and I kissed her. My head tells me that it was wrong because of many reasons, but another part of me shouts out that kissing her was the best thing I did since I met her.
"Coach, did you hear what I said?"
I jerked my head up and saw Viktor, the football quarterback. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
He grinned. "Ms. Lora said that you guys have a faculty meeting ten minutes from now."
"Thanks." I stood up and patted my star player's shoulder. I jogged back inside the gym and headed to my office. It somehow made me grin when I saw my name printed on the door with a 'head coach' under it. I took out my weekly team record and headed to the faculty room.
To my surprise, Rosalie was inside the faculty room, dressed in a red blouse and black skirt with matching black heels. Her hair was tied up neatly; it gave her look an authoritative and smart effect. She looked to my direction when I entered the room, and immediately glanced away when she recognized me. So she was the new teacher everyone was fussing about, I told myself. I started to wonder what subject she is teaching.
"Hey Coach!" Harry Prescott, the Calculus professor, called out with a big smile. He has been a friend of mine ever since I started to work as a coach here. I went to him and sat beside him. I'm pretty sure that I'm two seats away from Rosalie; she was talking to Ms. Ruiz, the Spanish teacher. I had to fight back my smile when I realized that I was taking the details on how far we're apart.
"The new teacher, what does she teach?" I asked Harry casually.
He glanced at Rosalie and a small smile of contentment escaped his lips. No doubt, he likes her. "She teaches English and Music. I actually heard her sing when I was passing by her classroom this morning."
"And…?" I hoaxed with an eager face. Rosalie doesn't look like the singing type.
"She's good -" Harry stopped short when the principal opened the door.
The principal entered the room with a hopeful smile on his face. "Most of you are wondering what we are going to discuss today. It's about the up-coming drama week of the school. As you all know," the principal paused as he sat down on his chair. "We do this drama week every year. And this year's theme is going to be TV series."
Different reactions spread across the room. I could tell by the looks on the male teachers' faces that they will not enjoy this. I remember last year, our theme was fairy tales. God, that week sucked. During the final day had to dress up as a prince charming. Jacob laughed so hard that he almost cried when he saw me.
Rosalie, on the other hand, had a curious look on her face. Not many schools do this drama thing. But because our principal was a graduate from a drama college, he insisted on having a drama week every year. Honestly, I really think it's inappropriate and dumb.
The principal took out a pad from his briefcase. "And just like every year, we teachers get to dress up at the night of the party. Since Miss Hale is the newest teacher here, she will get the honor of picking what we will represent this year."
Rosalie stood up with a now obvious curious and confused look on her face. She walked up to the principal's desk and slid her hand inside the bowl. She took out a rolled piece of paper and opened it.
She looked around the room with wary eyes. "I guess we'll be doing…" she looked at the paper again. "…One Tree Hill."
"Are we really going to play that this year? That's a TV show for teens." I objected as soon as I heard the title of the TV show we got.
A couple of murmurs backed up my objection, but the look on the principal's face was stony. "Mr. Cullen, look around you. Almost all your co-teachers look young enough to look like teens."
This sucks…Lord help me...I really hate drama week.
"Mr. Prescott, your freshmen students will represent Supernatural; Ms. McFadden, your sophomore class will get the chance to dress up…they're going to be the teens from Gossip Girl; Mr. West, CSI for your juniors; and finally, Ms. Ruiz, Desperate Housewives for the seniors." The principal stated.
Clearly, there is no turning back. I could see the obvious question on Garry West's face – how could he make a play about CSI? And I had to fight back my laugh when I heard that the senior students will get to play as the cast of Desperate Housewives. Each class advisers began scribbling notes on their pads. It's a great thing I'm not handling any class this year; coaching is enough for me.
The principal cleared his throat. "Okay, the four class advisers will not have any part in the teachers' presentation because they're going to handle their own classes' presentations. So the rest of you should talk about who's going to portray who. And be sure that you will dress up on the ball night."
With that, the principal left the room. Ms. McFadden instantly bolted with delight when the principal left; she loves dressing up. Harry Prescott nudged me slightly.
"Supernatural…that's great. At least I won't have to worry about the costume of my students." He said with a grin on his face.
"The principal is really wired. I can't believe he still wants this drama week. The only ones who enjoy it are the ones who loves to dress up, especially McFadden." I blurted out with a low voice.
Both Harry and I looked at Sarah McFadden who was now starting to plan her class's presentation. I glanced at Rosalie; she was now sitting alone. I decided to get on my friendly side and walked over to her and sat down on the chair beside her.
"So, I heard someone say that you're a great singer. Is that true?" I looked at her with a smile. Smile back, please smile back.
Her lips curved up a little. Even that tiny smile almost made my heart stop. She really is just breathtaking.
"I didn't expect to see you here." She replied with an unsure tone.
I grinned and sighed. "Yeah…didn't expect to see you here, too."
She chuckled softly. It feels great to see that she is responding to me. I somehow feared that she will just ignore me for a long time. "Teaching is kind of...well, it's really close to what I love."
That perked up my interest. "Well, what do you love?"
She smiled hesitantly and blushed. "Music."
"You sing?" Sarah McFadden suddenly blurted out. I wanted to give her a snappy reply because of interrupting my conversation with Rosalie. "Oh, you could perform at the party! I am totally going to suggest that to the events coordinator. Oh wait, I am the events coordinator!" she blurted out excitedly.
Rosalie had the look on her face that says 'do I have a choice?' Sarah skipped back to her chair to add her latest idea on her notebook. Rosalie stood up and grabbed her bag.
"I'm gonna go head to my next class." She said.
"I'll go walk you to your class." I offered with a charming smile.
She smiled back, and at that instant, she looked just like how she looked when she pulled away from me when we kissed. "That's not necessary. It's just a few rooms from here."
"It's okay. It's the same direction towards the gym, and that's where I'm going." I replied a little too fast. I was really hoping that she would at least let me walk with her.
After a few seconds of deliberating to herself, Rosalie nodded.
A/N: This is the best I came up with. I'm really drained right now. I just finished doing three pages of the program I have to pass tomorrow. And, starting from now until Friday next week, story updates will be a little slow because next week will be my exam week (sighs); the same goes for my other story, Only Hope. So, do you like this chapter?