AN: Hello faithful readers, this is is C! I hope that uoy will forgive me for my (*cough*cough*) very belated update. Yeah, I got lazy. Sorry. :( That is just the simplest way I can put it--though I could go into vast detail of how I was busy studying for my final exams and such, but I'll spare you the boredom. Anyway, I made this chapter really interesting (I hope) and somewhat long. Okay, the idea for this chapter spiked out from an idea K and I had about Mr. Spencer, the art teacher,--aka Creepo--and the direction in which we wanted to pursue for this chapter. It's a bit odd in some respects--you'll soon see why. But, anyway, I hope you like it. :D It was fun writing it because of Edward's catchy point of view. Please review. XD. Reviews encourage K and me to update sooner (they really do), so you know what to do.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer, not I, owns the Twilight saga in all its shining glory. The Cullens and Felix belong to her. But, Valerie Marigold, Mr. Spencer, Ashton Gale, Walter Kez, Mace, and any other non-Twilight series characters were created by K and I. Yay! I came up with Kez and Mace (two random students) entirely by myself, though. K and I molded Mr. Spencer's wicked personel.

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Chapter Nine:

Don't Kill the Teacher....Don't Kill Him.

Edward's POV:

Valerie was looking at me incredulously. I smirked. She looked like she couldn't believing I was in her art class. Yeah, I just didn't feel like taking home economics. I chuckled inwardly and grinned. The young (he looked to be in his early to middle twenties) art teacher's—oh, what's his name?—thoughts caught my attention. At first, they were a normal educator's thoughts.

Hmm...looks like there's a new kid by Cullen. Was she here yesterday? Maybe, but I've been on vacation the past few days anyway. Oh, the splendid beach.

But, then.

Oh, no, I shouldn't have asked Jay to hide the body.

Huh? I tuned in harder as he stepped out of the doorway and glanced around the hallway outside the door. He cursed in his thoughts—something I couldn't tolerate easily.

What if our fingerprints are all over it? It had been fun killing her. Crud, what if her boyfriend saw us? The police will never find out, though. It was a one time only deal. No way am I ever gonna risk being caught again.

He stepped back into the room and let his eyes rest on Valerie. I was repulsed by his thoughts.

Sheesh. She's gorgeous.

I had to agree with him there, but that's not what repulsed me so.

She looks a lot like Cullen, with her complexion. I wonder if they're related. She has a nice little figure. She should wear more form-fitting clothes instead of that t-shirt and trench-coat. Ooh, I bet she'd look even nicer with them....

I winced as I caught where he was going with his thoughts. That's what had ruffled my feathers, as the saying goes.

He had his arms wrapped around Valerie. They were standing on the beach at sunset. He didn't know she was a vampire, so there was nothing strange about her skin. This was the image he was daydreaming about. Ugh. Monster.

The bell rang and he leaned against his desk, trying to look cool and collected as two boys ran into the room.

"Kez, Mace, you're late. I'll let you off easy this time with a tardy," Mr. Teacher said. He wanted us to call us by his first name, with a Mr. in front of it, so that we would think of him as more of a friend than an educator. I grimaced. But what kind of educator? I shook with anger.

"Sorry, Mr. Spencer," one of the boys called from the back of the room.

"Yeah, Spence, my locker was jammed," the other explained. He was chewing on his gum, making a show of it. He and his friends laughed.

So Mr. Spencer was the sleaze-ball's name.

"Don't make a habit of it," Mr. Spencer warned, "and Kez, don't chew gum during my class. You can spit it out on your way to turn off the lights in a minute."

"Whatevs, Teach."

I blocked "Kez's" thoughts from my mind, as well as the rest of the class's, except for Ashton. I normally don't read Ashton's mind. I found it was easier to be friends with someone if you didn't know everything they'd ever said behind your back—not that Ashton did that—or what they thought about you.

"Why are we turning out the lights?" A girl in the front row asked skeptically. She had good reason for her tone. Mr. Spencer was sick and twisted, and, on top of that, I think he'd killed someone. Or, at least, that's what I gathered from his thoughts.

"We're going to go easy on the assignment today," Mr. Spencer announced.

"How so?" The girl continued.

"We're going to do 'in my mind' sketches today. I'll turn on the overhead, and then trace the silhouette of your profile onto a big piece of paper. After that, you'll just sit down and freestyle."

The entire room erupted with whispered conversation.

Mr. Spencer's voice issued overall silence. He stared at Valerie as he spoke, smiling warmly (though I knew it was a facade). "I'm Mr. Spencer, for those of you who don't know." His tone was bubbly. He winked at her and I narrowed my eyes, seething. I'd felt this emotion only once before. It was pure hatred mixed with some of that dreaded green emotion—envy.

Valerie smiled back at him shyly.

Oh, she has a hot smile.

When he looked away, Valerie shook her head.

I leaned over and mumbled so low that no human would be able to hear it, "He gives me the creeps. Watch your back."

She nodded once, quickly.

If only I can lure her away after class, trap her maybe. Cullen was looking at me like I just slapped him. That kid's leaning a little too close to her. Sandwich in my desk. Save it for later. Gotta pay the bills. Getcha, getcha, getcha head in the game. Where'd that come from? Did I even watch High School Musical? Vanity Fair comes out tomorrow. Jay should be safe. Jeez, I just wanna walk over there and kiss her. Why's she looking at Cullen? Hope they're not an item. Oh, well, I don't care. IRS check in the mail today. Won an auction on eBay.

This was purgatory. He rambled on about everything. I wondered briefly if he had a short attention span and snickered. Valerie's eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing," I whispered. She touched my shoulder, sending electric shocks through my t-shirt to me.

Gotta get her away from him.

"Kez, the lights," Mr. Spencer ordered. Kez rose and lumbered toward the door. He flicked the lightswitch and turned back around.

"Gum, Walter," Mr. Spencer demanded.

Several students laughed. That name hadn't been used since 2009. Har, de, har, har.

Walter Kez's face darkened a shade (I could tell since the light from the window slipped into the room with animation, and well, because I was a vampire).

"Miss, would you like to go first?" He asked, clearly indicating Valerie. He pushed off his desk and looked at some papers scattered on it. "Miss Marigold."

Valerie sighed and stood as Mr. Spencer pulled the overhead projector out from a corner adjacent to his desk. "Sure," she murmured reluctantly. Her voice was cold.

She'll warm up to me eventually, he thought.

I tuned into Ashton's thoughts—and out of Mr. Spencer's—to hear what he thought about Stalker Teacher.

Creepo. He's looking at her like she's something he wants to eat. Like she's his favorite dessert or something. Mr. Spencer is so weird. Why'd I take his class, anyway? Oh, yeah, I'd heard that he was cool, I needed a fine art unit, and Edward thought it would be interesting. Edward and his crazy ideas. I think I'll go with him next time he goes hiking, if he lets me. Is he touching her?!

I turned my gaze back to the front of the room, where Valerie was trying to look nonchalant.

Her eyes were pleading with mine.

Mr. Spencer was turning her face with his hand so that she was looking out the window.

He let his hand linger on her cheek.

I opened my mind to him.

So soft. After class is over, it will be wonderful.

Don't kill the teacher, I told myself. Don't kill him.

I cleared my throat.

Ashton did the same after a moment.

Sicko dropped his hand to his side and backed away.

Valerie's eyes slid sideways so that she was looking at me.

She smiled, letting me know that she was grateful for my act.

I'll get Cullen and Gale for that, Spencer thought.

Right. Like he could. I'd protect Valerie for as long as I was able. No human was going to slip past my defenses, especially not one so evil.

AN: C here! Did you like it? I hope you did. Mr. Spencer plays a part in the plot of the remainder of the book, so his weirdness won't completely die away. Ha! That was a pun (you have to read the next few chapters to find out why, however). Ooh. XD. Please review. Ask K and I any questions you may have about the book so far, and feel free to tell us about anything you liked, or anything that you felt could have been better. If you have any ideas, please share them with us. Check out the other stories we've written. We love getting your feedback, so please review!

This chapter was written by: C.