Edward:
"What the fuck, Edward? This has to be a personal record. The two women I'm closest to both hate your guts right now, you do realise this?" Emmett booms, storming into my classroom.
Thankfully, it's empty right now.
Not sure what my students would think about this. Actually, I do. They'd laugh at me.
"I'm fully aware, Emmett. Though, if you know why they hate me, please tell," I reply, not looking up from the composition I'm currently checking.
"I don't know either! All I know is that Rosie said you were such a man," Emmett shrugs. "And I know Bella's pissed because when she came round her and Rose spent an hour in a room talking."
"Why did Bella come round? And, quite frankly, I don't understand why she hates me!" I groan, leaning back in my chair.
"What happened? All I gathered is that you two went on some sort of date," Emmett says, perching on a desk and clearly getting engrossed in the story.
He's a worse gossip than old women.
"Yeah, we went to Starbucks together yesterday. I asked her why she got angry about me saying about her living alone, and she asked why I cared so much about her age," I begin, hoping Emmett can shed more light on the situation. "Well, she told me all about that douchebag Mike Newton, and then said she was sworn off men. Which I had to follow up by telling her I liked her."
Emmett frowns, also looking in deep thought.
"So I walked her home and proposed being friends," I finish.
"And what did she do then?" he asks, leaning forward.
"Slammed the door in my face."
Emmett laughs. Loudly. For several minutes, while I glare at him.
"I have no idea why she did that!" Emmett laughs, wiping a few stray tears. "Women, eh?" he adds, chuckling and shaking his head.
"Don't let Rose hear you saying that," I warn him.
"Nah, it's fine, she hates you too much, so I'm practically a god in comparison."
Finally Emmett leaves to teach his lesson, and my mind is taken off women by the arrival of my next class.
Only, one of the girls who sits in the front row has tears streaming down her face, being comforted by her best friend.
"Um, is everything alright?" I ask awkwardly.
Woman and tears don't mix. At all.
"Obviously not!" her best friend replies. Stacey? I think that's her name.
"Can I, uh, help in any way?" I offer as the classroom fills up.
"It's boy issues, Mr C," Stacey informs me.
"Oh. Do you want to go to the toilets or something?" I run my hands through my hair nervously.
"Yes, please," the girl…Charlie! That's her name!
The two girls soon scurry off, and once they've left the room I find the male students laughing at my feeble attempts to comfort her.
"You're laughing now, but just you wait until you're faced with a crying girl. Then who'll be laughing?"
Yeah, that shuts them up.
A/N: Aww, Edward isn't very good with women, is he?
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