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As I was writing the next chapter (its not completely done yet, but I'm getting there) I just couldn't get into it. So I took a little break and this little gem popped into my mind. As soon as I wrote it, I knew it had to be posted. So it's a little short, but its just something to tide you over until the next update.

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*** Insights Of A Werewolf With An English Major***

Embry's POV

I didn't know why Jake was so antsy to get to school that day. He usually dreaded going into work.

I knew why, too, even if he didn't. High school kids. High school girls. He wasn't one of those creepy teachers like the European history teacher who gave girls good grades if the fucked him. No, they reminded him of Bella. The only girl he ever looked twice at. Also the girl who married and was turned into his mortal enemy.

Every girl he came across had something that was similar to Bella. Brown hair, brown eyes, awkwardness… I could practically see his face fall every single time he located the problem. He was still stuck on her.

I didn't dwell on it to long. Maybe Jake was starting to come around, I mean, 10 fucking years? Getting over Bella would be good for him, I secretly wanted him to imprint on…well, anyone. Well, not a leech lover… But anyone. Maybe he would finally get his ass home and see his family.

Anyways, I had to somehow get my hands on another copy of Bless me Ultima. Its so inconvenient to have someone start in the middle of the year.

Jake hurried away from me, leaving me to start my day.

I cant really say why I became an English teacher. The one and half years I was in high school, I actually hated the class. I thought my teacher found more meaning in the fucking book than the author did. But I did love reading.

It was like living in a different world. So many possibilities. But, I should have wrote instead of teaching. Some kids just got on my nerves, I had super sonic hearing! I could defiantly hear them talking about how stupid the book was. I figured they would appreciate it later….

First hour class was boring. I just gave them background information on Bless me Ultima. That's one thing about my job that I absolutely detested. I thought books should stand on their own, I don't see why it had to connect to the fucking author's biography…

First hour came and went, then my second period class came in. I knew the new girl, Carlie Mason, was assigned to be in this class. And as people were trickling in, I heard a lot about her.

"She is so fucking hot, dude!"

"Andrew is one lucky bastard."

"She has got to be, like, a model or something!"

"No one is that perfect looking. She said she had doctors in the family, I bet she's had a ton of plastic surgery done."

"Her jeans are Diesel! Ohmygod! They're like, 500 bucks a pair!"

Wow. Carlie Mason has made quite the impression on this school. And its not even lunch yet.

I heard her before I saw her. She was coming down the hall with Andrew Cook. Jake and I hated that son of a bitch. He was cocky, stupid, and popular with the ladies. I didn't know why I was so pissed that she was with him, I wasn't into to high school girls.

And when she came into the classroom, I was surprised to see people's observations were correct. She was beautiful. But they were slightly off somehow. Miss Mason looked…I don't know how to describe it. She didn't look like she would have plastic surgery done. She looked down to earth and very nice.

Now, just because I don't sleep with students doesn't mean I didn't find them hot. And Carlie was beautiful, but I didn't feel attracted to her at all. Which was kinda weird. I really do appreciate beauty. But I kinda saw her as some one to be protected…

I just felt very angry when Cook took her hand and lead her over to my desk. She shouldn't be with him. He's a jackass and I felt the strange urge to…protect her from him. I just felt like she was too good for him. I suppose it was my protector side coming out. She was a 100lb girl getting into bed, hopfully not literally, with a bad guy. Who probably had quite a few STDs by the smell of him.

She smiled when she came up to me. "Hi, I'm Carlie Mason, the new girl."

I gave her my signature 'nice guy' smile. "I bet you'll regret introducing yourself as 'the new girl,' new girl."

She laughed. "I guess you're right. Let me start over." She flashed me a brilliant smile. "Hi, my name is Carlie Mason."

She wasn't shy at all. I admired that quality in people. In high school, I was pretty shy, so I liked students that didn't show any self doubt, and Carlie defiantly didn't. "Alright then, Carlie. I'm Mr. Call."

"Nice to meet you." She said, extending her hand.

I shook it. "You too." There was something weird about her. I couldn't put my finger on it. I also noted that her hand was a little feverish. Maybe I should send her to the nurse to make sure she's- What the hell is the matter with me? She's just a human, I didn't know why I was feeling all protective. "Well, there's a seat in the back row, if you want to sit there. Just give me one second and I'll give you your book."

"Oh, if its ok with you, I'll sit in the front, next to Andrew. He agreed to be my guide for the day and all." Why would you want to sit next to him? You seem to good for him.

I frowned, but caved. "Yeah. Sure. That's fine."

I pulled out a new copy of Bless me Ultima as she sat down next to Cook. "So, Carlie," Cook began in a whisper, "how did you like gym?"

Oh. She had Jake first. She laughed. "Well, it wasn't really gym! We just talked about me."

Jake actually was a cool teacher for once? He kind of had the rep for being the loner teacher. All dark and mysterious. The ladies dug it, that probably how he got Nadia in bed last night. But it creeped most of the kids out. Well, the guys. The girls found it appealing.

"Mr. Wolfe seemed pretty interested in you." Cook said.

That caught my attention as I was starting to write notes on the board. Why would Jake be so interested in her? Did he feel as protective as I did? Who was this girl? I considered bringing Seth in here to see if he felt the same.

"I bet he's just sick of seeing the same faces everyday." She said.

"I don't know," Cook began, "he was staring at you really intensely. It was weird."

Holy fuck.

Now, I had only witnessed one actual imprinting in my life. Quil and Claire. About three days after Jake left. And it was quite a few years back, but you don't forget something like that. And when I saw Quil imprint, 'staring really intensely' is defiantly a few of the phrases I would have used.

I was 99% sure Jake imprinted on Carlie. It would explain why I felt protective of her. She was around a guy who is clearly not for her, she was my alpha's mate. And the pack protects the alpha's mate with their lives. Cook needed to die…

I confirmed that Jake did indeed imprint during homeroom. He was freaking out when I saw him, I cant remember the last time I saw so much life in his eyes. Even if it was hysteria.

Hah. That's just his luck. A high school girl. Off limits until she graduates. He has a rough few months ahead of him…

As her teacher, I struggled with this for a little bit. It was pretty fucking illegal, and Jake and I both agreed that high school girls were over the line. After a brief struggle, my loyalty to my best friend and alpha won. He was made to protect her. And I knew that his intentions were completely honorable.

Hell, I knew that if he could, he would marry her tomorrow and they would be happy.

I watched him pine for weeks. His mood brightened a little bit when she broke up with Cook. I was pissed at that mother fucker. Carlie was like my sister now. My little sister. And he was going to violate her. Thank god Jake got there.

I noticed that she was by far one of the smartest people I had ever met. I'm fairly certain she was smarter than me. And she even found meanings in the books we read, which gained my approval, and an A in English.

And the week she had detention? He was one happy camper.

And he got even happier when we got to kill some vamps. He was in such a good mood, we even went out after.

Now, being unimprinted, I got the pleasure of having casual relationships, so I found my girl for the night and took off to her house.

…But she kicked me out at 7am. Something about her boyfriend coming home early. Whatever. I threw my clothes back and ran home.

It was silent in our apartment. Not uncommon, it was 7am on a Sunday and they did drink a lot last night. Hell, Leah probably wasn't even here. She enjoyed a good one night stand as much as I did. A bit awkward for Seth when her mind wondered to it during patrol, or she came in smelling like sex on Sunday morning…

I stripped out of my shirt and pants from the night before, they were all smokey from the bar, and threw them in the laundry pile. I didn't bother to put anymore clothes on, it was too hot for that shit. Boxers were fine for just the pack. They'd seen me in much less.

Since I was already up, I just decided to get some breakfast. I knew we didn't have much, today being grocery shopping day, but I would manage.

After rummaging through the fridge and discovering that we had no eggs or bacon, I resorted to the cereal cabinet. Capt'n Crunch Crunch Berries, perfect. I fished out a bowl and a spoon and poured myself a huge bowl of god's food.

I was surprised when I heard a door quietly open and close, and I heard soft foot steps coming my way. Leah was home I guess. Seth and Jake are far too large to be that silent.

I reached into the fridge for some milk as I was hit with the strongest wave of sex smell ever. I hated it when I saw Leah do the walk of shame, or any of her man-whores doing it. Leah was my sister and it was disgusting smelling, seeing, and hearing about her romps in the bed. But, like I said, even worse for poor Seth.

But I absolutely loved antagonizing her about it…

I gaged over dramatically as I started to turn around to face her. "Jesus Christ, Leah. Smells like someone fucked you hard last-"

HO. LY. FUCK.

I froze, unsure of what to do.

It was Carlie who reeked of sex. And she was obviously in one of Jake's shirts, she totally had sex hair, and she was clutching clothes and a purse. I also didn't miss the huge hickey she had on her neck.

Now, watching your pack mate do the walk of shame and watching your way underage student do the walk of shame were two completely different things.

We stared at each other in horror for what seemed like hours, her eyes wide and embarrassed. My mind ran over how ridiculous I probably looked, I felt milk dribbling down my chin and I awkwardly had a spoonful of cereal in front of my open mouth. Hell, I probably smelled like sex and beer. Then I remembered I was in my neon frog boxers. In front of a student. I quickly tore my gaze from hers and franticly looked around for my clothes or Seth's 'Kiss the Cook' apron. It was really a ridiculous apron, it was a fat guy chef holding- What the fuck am I thinking about?!

Its pretty clear that my best friend just broke about a thousand laws in sleeping with Carlie. And I'm thinking about Seth's apron preference.

Carlie's cheeks flooded with red. I desperately wanted her to stay, I was pretty sure Jake was still sleeping and I'm pretty sure she was planning on sneaking out with out talking to him.

I said the first thing that came to mind and, ohhh, fuck was it the wrong thing, "H-h-how was it?"

As I fumbled to get the words out of my mouth, she cast her eyes down and ran out the door with out a second glance. Fuck.

As I made my way to Jake's room with the intention to ask him what in the hell happened, I could smell it. Sex, sweat, and…blood.

Jake popped her cherry.

Sorry if that raises more questions and its probably a really big cliff hanger, but I promise the next chapter is coming soon!