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First period, I was finally getting rid of the hard-on dream Carlie gave me, and what does she do? Well, she's the first one in the gym, obviously the only girl at this school who wasn't interested in me and didn't feel the need to stuff her bra. I suppose that's better though, not having her tempt me with wearing lip gloss and shit to gym. And she comes in wearing a navy blue sports bra and matching spandex shorts.

I noted that her belly button was pierced. No! No, I didn't! Can't have that image in my head. Carlie looked like she just stepped off a runway. Not a freakin hair was out of place, no morning crustys in her eyes, no signs of plaque on her teeth…perfect. She walked right up to me and smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Wolfe." She greeted.

"Mornin' Carlie. How did you get changed so fast? It usually takes all the other girls about 10 minutes to get in here."

She rolled her eyes, "Well, I don't feel the need to reapply my mascara eight hundred times for gym class."

"Carlie!" I'm going to snap his neck.

"Hey Andrew." She smiled at him when he came up beside us. "Good morning!"

He smiled back. "Morning person, huh?"

"Yeah. I usually wake up before the sunrises just so I can watch it. I love sunrises." She smiled beautifully.

I was already planning the perfect date. Dinner, beach, making love on the beach until sunrise, and then watching the sun come up together while we make love again. And again. Damn, I need these thoughts out of my head.

Cook took Carlie over to the bleachers as we waited for everyone else to make an appearance. They all seemed to gravitate to Carlie, she was a very likeable person.

"Ok, volleyball today. For real!" I yelled. "Green, Fox, Powell, Mason! Captains!" I choose Carlie to be a captain just so Cook couldn't be on her team, he was likely to be chosen first. "Green, pick."

Patrick Green opened his mouth, but quickly shut it when he saw Cook giving him a glare. "Um, Leslie."

I frowned. "Fox!"

"Justin." Carson Fox replied.

Damn it! "Powell!"

Lilly Powell rolled her eyes, "Natalie, duh."

Damn it to hell! "Mason."

Carlie smiled. "Andrew." Cook whooped loudly and raced over to her.

"That's my girl!" he cheered, "We're going to kick some butt!" he yelled as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. I started to shake. He purposely moved her so her perfect, spandex covered ass was right near his face!

She laughed, which made me calm down a little bit. Just hearing her is enough to calm me down. "Andrew!" she laughed as he spun around and set her down. "Now I'm all dizzy, how are we going to win if I'm dizzy?"

"I'll make sure we win. Don't worry your pretty little head off." He replied.

"And if we don't?" she asked with a small smile on her face.

Cook raised an eyebrow, "If we don't. Then I'm your slave for the rest of the day."

Carlie smiled. "Oooh. My slave?"

"Yep. But if we win," he paused, "you have to kiss me. On the lips."

Carlie smiled, "I don't know, it kind of seems like a win-win for me." She said playfully.

I'm going to kill that fucker! Cook must fucking die! But Carlie likes him (ew) and I cant do anything to hurt her. Fuck it. She'll realize eventually. It doesn't mean I have to like it.

"Ok, ok. Mason. Its your pick!"

Carlie turned to Cook and raised her eyebrows. He smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Cook!" I yelled. "You are not team captain! Let the girl pick her own team!"

"But Mr. Wolfe!" she protested, "I've been here one day! I don't know their athletic skill! Andrew was just helping me out." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

After all the teams were picked. I put Carlie's team against the toughest team. I didn't want her team to win.

I watched as Cook arranged her team into an acceptable position. He was right behind Carlie. I wonder why…? Maybe for the same reason I'm standing behind them and not at the net. Her ass.

As the games got underway, I saw that Carlie had some skills. I couldn't assess her properly because Cook kept trying to be a hero. Every time she would make a point, he would run over and hug her.

It was game point for Carlie's court. They were losing, but only by two. Leslie served the ball to Carlie, who was right next to Zack, an athletically inept kid. "Mine!" Carlie called it. But Zack went for it anyway. I could already see what was going to happen. They were going to collide.

Before I could get over there, Zack rammed into Carlie and sent her backwards. I heard the sickening crack of her head hitting the gym floor. I raced over to her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was this saying something about my inability to keep her safe? Fuck! Her eyes were closed! I saw her breathing and I heard her pulse. Damn it! How will I keep her safe from the world if I can't even keep her conscience in a fucking gym class!?

"Carlie?" I shook her a little bit. "Carlie, can you hear me?"

Her eyes opened slowly. "Ooowww!"

I sighed out of relief. "Are you ok? Do you want to go to the nurse?"

"No!" she said quickly. "I'm fine."

"But you were-" I started.

"No! I'm fine. I promise." She smiled to assure me as she sat up.

"Carlie, I'm sorry! I didn't-" Zack began.

"You better watch yourself next time, Roberts!" Cook said angrily as he approached Zack. For once, I agreed with him. But I couldn't let Cook beat him up just because I wanted to, too.

"No! Andrew! I'm fine. Zack, don't worry about it. No blood no foul." She said, I feel like I was missing out on some joke.

"Carlie, he could have hurt you pretty bad." Cook said as he helped her off the ground.

"I'm fine. I promise. Now as my slave for the day, you have to drop it." She said playfully.

Cook groaned. I smiled to myself, Cook wont get that kiss. "So you're sure you're ok?" I asked.

She bit her lip and turned to me, "Hurt, no. Embarrassed, yes."

"Ok then. If you start to feel bad, just go to the nurse, ok?" She nodded. "Alright. I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

I always had second period free, so I decided to find out where Carlie lives. If that happened to her in a school, what could happen when she's all alone?

As I strolled into the office to get her address, it dawned upon me that I would have to face Nadia. And, fuck, did she look pissed.

"Can I help you, Jake?" she snapped.

I put my best charming smile on, "Yes, my new homeroom student, Carlie Ma-"

"Yes. I know. What about her?" she snapped.

"I need her address."

Nadia cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well, she's in my homeroom and I like to sent out birthday cards and Christmas cards and stuff like that."

Nadia narrowed her eyes but typed on her keyboard. "12 Westbrook Way."

I smiled at her. "Thanks, Nadia."

"Go to hell, jack ass." She replied.

Westbrook Way. I never heard of that. I quickly ran outside and phased in the woods near our school.

Let the stalking begin. Seth laughed in my head.

Shut up, Seth. Are you going to make yourself useful and come with me or not? I asked.

I'll come, I'll come. Hey, from what I've seen from Embry she's pretty hot. You're a lucky man.

Seth! Shut the fuck up!

Sorry, man. She seems great.

Seth and I ran in silence. I made him phase and get me the directions from MapQuest. We followed them to a small little cluster of brick houses. They almost looked like little condos, they were so alike I was very pleased to see that her house was fairly close to our apartment, and that she lived off of a busy street. More witnesses in case something bad was to happen. But then again, more witnesses to see a horse-sized wolf patrolling around Carlie's house. Oh, well.

Oh, nice place. Seth commented. How is she paying for this? Didn't you say she was emancipated?

Well, yeah. I don't know. Maybe her parents wire her money or something.

That's got to be it. Does she have a job or something?

Probably not. I replied. But that's one thing I'll have to ask her in homeroom today.

Seth and I got as close as we could to house number 12. We were too far away to see anything specific, which made me pissed, but I could see her bedroom window pretty clearly.

Ok, well I have to go get ready for work. I'll see you later. Seth said.

Have fun, Bag Boy! I laughed.

Shut up. Its easy. Flexible hours. We can all be prestigious gym teachers. He taunted before phasing out.

I quickly caught up to him and knocked him down before heading back to school. I made it there just in time for third period.

"Ok guys! Who brought the food today?" I yelled as I walked into the gym.

"I did! Doughnuts!" Anthony Rivers yelled.

"Awesome." I said as I took on from the box he was holding out to me. Rivers went around the room offering them to people, every one took one except for Carlie, she looked repulsed by them.

"No doughnut?" I asked, coming over to sit next to her, a respectable distance away so not to creep her out.

"No, my body doesn't process lots of sugar and fat well."

Oh. So she needed to eat healthy. I can learn how to cook healthy… "So you're sure your ok?"

She groaned. "Why can you be my slave for the day? Then I can tell you not to ask me that again!"

If only she knew I was her slave for life… I laughed. "I'm the one who gets in trouble if you have to go to the hospital."

She smiled and shook her head as Cook bounded over with a bottle of water and handed it to her. "Milady." He said in a British accent. She said slave, not butler, idiot.

Carlie giggled. "Thanks, Andrew."

He sat down next to her. "So how does your head f-"

"Ah!" she cut him off.

He groaned. "I forgot!"

Carlie smiled. "For that, you get punished, slave."

Cook shifted closer. "And what's my punishment?"

"I get piggy-back rides to all of my classes today."

Cook's eyes widened. I knew why too, that wasn't a freakin' punishment! She was going to be riding him! Lucky bastard!

"I guess I'll have to live with my punishment." He smirked. "Lets practice."

Carlie laughed as Cook stood up. I was so insanely jealous of him when she hopped on his back. What I wouldn't give to have her pressed up against me like that.

I watched as Cook ran around the gym while Carlie, my soul-mate, clung to his back and laughed. I must be a masochist.

As soon as the bell rung, Cook picked up her bag and carried it, and her, out of the gym.

I went back to my office.

It was early January. Graduation was in June. Only 6 months until she wasn't my student. But, even then, I can't pursue her right away. So really not until fall. If she went to a college I could afford, we could just run into each other someday, sparks would fly, and we would be married in a month.

But again, that's 10 months that I have to keep it in my pants. And who says she would be interested in dating her high school gym teacher that seemed to follow her to college? Fuck. This was going to be harder than I thought.

When would I tell her about the wolf thing? I mean, if we're going to get physical, I'm sure she would notice the heat. And the speed, and the muscles. What if she thinks I'm a monster? I should call my sister and ask her how she would have liked to be told. Paul ended up phasing in front of her because she turned him down for a date.

"Hi little brother! Do I get to meet my future sister-in-law yet?" Rachel answered her phone.

I sighed, "Rach, I didn't even tell her yet. Just wait, I'm still trying to make a plan of action."

I could practically hear her pouting. "Fine. But really Jake. Girls appreciate honesty."

"So you think I should tell my 17 year old student that I love her, want her, and that I explode into a giant wolf that kills vampires in the time I'm not thinking about her?"

She huffed. "Well, you don't want to tell her like that. But the basic idea, yes."

"I could get into trouble, Rach. I love her, but I can't touch her until she's not my student. If it were up to me, we would be married and back in La Push by now."

"You're going to come back!?"

"I think. I mean, I don't really care about Bella anymore, so all of those reminders mean nothing. And I miss everyone."

"We miss you too! Jake, as soon as you can, bring her here!"

I laughed, "Alright Rach. But hey, I had a question."

"Shoot."

"Ok, how would you like to have been told about our secret?"

She laughed. "Well. I would have wanted to be in a relationship. I would have wanted to trust Paul completely before he told me about his wolf thing. And most of all, I would have wanted more people there than just me and Paul, people who could have protected me from him. And I know now that he wouldn't have hurt me, but still, at the time, it would have been nice."

"Well, shit. It sounds like I have to have been dating her for awhile, then tell her. In La Push. That's going to take at least a year!" I growled.

"She'll appreciate it. I promise. I gotta go, Jake. Robbie has a doctor's appointment."

I smiled at though thought of my nephew. "Ok, tell the little dude I said hi."

"I wish you'd come meet him, Jake. You would love him."

"I'm working on it Rach. Soon."

"Ok, love you! Bye!"

"Love you too. Bye."

I got through my next two classes with out any accidents happening. Then I met Embry outside the gym so we could get lunch together.

"So Cook wouldn't leave her alone in English. She get hurt in gym?"

I frowned, "Zack accidentally knocked her down." I paused. "Does that say something about my inability to keep her safe? If she gets hurt in my class, then what will happen in the real world?"

Embry clapped my back. "She seems fine, all you have to do is prevent the big accidents. Getting hurt in gym is inevitable for a human."

"I suppose so." I mumbled as we piled out trays with food and made our way to one of the teacher's tables.

"So, Jake. Carlie Mason is in your homeroom, correct?" asked Mrs. Lowel, the calculus teacher.

"Ah, yeah. Is she doing ok?" I asked with concern.

"Oh, yes! She's quite brilliant. She even corrected one of my mistakes. She should probably be in a more advanced course, but we don't have anything more advanced." She replied.

I smiled. My girl was smart. "Oh, wow. Does she seem to be fitting in well with other kids?" I asked.

Embry laughed. "She seems to be getting along just fine with Andrew Cook." He looked at me with a smirk as he said it.

I narrowed my eyes, but before I could say anything back, Mr. Litishev butted in. "She seems like she has made lots of friends already, no doubt thanks to Andrew and his friends." He was looking over to the table in the center of the cafeteria.

And, sure enough, Carlie was there with a bunch of other people. But what bothered me most, was that she was sitting on Cook's lap. No, not sitting, straddling. He had his hands resting on her hips.

Embry kicked me from under the table. "You're growling and shaking." He said low and quiet enough for me, and only me, to hear. "Get it together."

I took a few deep, calming breaths. "Sorry."

"Jacob." My boss said as he sauntered over to the table.

"Yes, Mr. Torres?" I replied.

"Carlie Mason is in your homeroom, correct?"

"Yes she is."

He smiled, "Well wonderful. How is she doing?"

I shrugged, "She seems to be doing fine. Apparently she's very intelligent, and seems to be making friends easily."

He nodded once. "Good. Now taking in to consideration that she's emancipated and here all alone, you still must perform the usual parent teacher conferences, but in her case, it will be a one on one with her."

Embry snickered. I kicked him under the table. "Yes, sir. But conferences were a month ago."

"Yes, but its school policy that every new student gets a conference after the first week."

I smiled. "Alright. I will set one up with her."

Mr. Torres smiled. "Thank you, Jacob."

Embry smirked at me. "This can only lead to trouble."

I scowled at him. "Shut up."

That night I made my first patrol around her house. I tried not to be creepy and watch her, but I ended up watching her play piano for about an hour.