So I worked really hard to get this out faster. I hope its not a disappointment like the last chapter.

SM owns Twilight.

Carlie's (Renesmee's) POV

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God. What the hell is my problem?

I paced around my living room at vampire speed thinking about just how many times I had fucked up in the past 24 hours.

Maybe they were right. Maybe I wasn't ready for the real world. I didn't have to deal with guys trying to take advantage of me under the protection of my vampire family. I'm too naïve, just like dad said.

"Renesmee, peanut, you just reached full maturity two years ago." He argued while pacing Grandpa's library.

"Dad, I'm not a child, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." I reasoned with him.

"Renesmee, if you feel like you have to…get away from me so you can grow up, that's fine, but I just don't see why you have to do it in America."

I rolled my eyes, "You've lived there! Come on dad! That place is a party! It's the land of opportunities!"

"It's a whole ocean away." He said dryly. "And what if something were to happen! We would have to fly there!"

I smiled, "Come on dad! You have so many friends in America! I'll be fine!"

"Are you sure you're not rushing this? You- You're a little…naïve of the real world, peanut."

My jaw dropped, "I am not!" I insisted, "And besides, Demetri avoids America at all costs. Its perfect."

After my disastrous relationship with the Volutri guard member ended, I really thought I needed a change from the stuffy, pretentious European culture. And, from what my best friend Maribel says, American guys are hotter. But I didn't let my dad know that part.

He just thought I wanted to go to America and experience the real world. Nope. I was going to find love. School and whatever…eh. Just a part of the charade. And who knows, people find love in high school all the time, its where my mom and dad met.

Anyway. My dad and I looked online for schools, he obviously wanted me in a prep school, but I wasn't having that. I finally found a small school in the suburbs of Chicago. From the website, it seemed like they had an equal balance of work and play.

My dad and I visited in the summer to check the place out (he posed as my older brother). It was perfect! I was practically drawn into the small town. The principal gave us a tour during the summer, my dad seemed impressed enough. He wasn't happy with the fact that I was going to have two new teachers, inexperienced he called them. Whatever. One was only for gym anyways.

We decided it would be best to only do a half a year at first, just in case I couldn't handle it. So my mom and dad bought me a cute little condo near the school before we went back to Europe for a few more months.

My family was sad to see me go, but happy I was spreading my wings. Alice bought me an entirely new wardrobe for school. And by the time my first day rolled around, I was excited, but so nervous!

I was alone. All alone. The human side of me wanted to make friends fast, as soon as one guy talked to me, I responded with kindness right away.

"Hey, you must be the new girl, right? I'm Andrew Cook." A guy with floppy dark brown hair and blue eyes said, offering his hand for a shake as his eyes perused my body. I kind of asked for it, I guess. I had worn a pair of jeans that hugged me in all of the right places, a fairly low cut top, and some Marc Jacobs boots.

I smiled and shook it, "Yeah. Carlie Mason. Nice to meet you." I had barely gotten out of my red Jaguar when he came up to me, so we were standing in the middle of the parking lot.

He dropped my hand. "Well it's very nice to meet you, Carlie. And may I be so bold as to say that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks right away. "Thank you." I was used to the reaction. I was no where near as beautiful as Rose or my mom, but human males were typically more drawn to me due to my half human side, they sensed the danger in my family, but not so much me.

Andrew flashed a smile, he had very white teeth. "Would you like me to take you to the office to get your schedule?" he asked,

"Yes." I agreed right away. He was the first person outside my neighbors I had talked to since moving here two days ago. "I would like that very much."

He grinned and offered his arm. And my dad said chivalry was gone. Hah! I took it and he led me down the halls to the office. Due to my vampire hearing, I heard every single thing said about me. Some were very nice, some discouraged me, and some scared me!

"Andrew already has the new girl claimed as his. Of course." One guy scoffed to his friend.

"Dude, look at her, she's fucking hot. Of course he's going to claim her." His friend said back.

"Oh my god! Is that the new girl?!" one girl hissed, I didn't understand why she sounded angry. "She already has half of the guys following her! Bitch!"

I quickly glanced back. She was right. Guys started to gravitate towards me. Oh god. I didn't want to cause any problems with the girls.

Andrew led me into the office and walked up to the secretary. She looked very angry. "Ah, hey, Miss Bronwell. Carlie needs her schedule." He said.

The woman looked up angrily, I noticed she had a very big hickey on her neck. "Yeah. Right. Andrew, you better get to gym, Mr. Wolf," she sneered the name, "doesn't like people being late."

Andrew nodded and smiled at her. "Right. Ok, um, could you tell me what class she has first?"

Miss Bronwell hit a few keys on her keyboard, "Gym." She replied coldly.

My face fell. "Oh, I didn't bring clothes…"

Miss Bronwell made an attempt at a smile, "That's ok, hun. Mr. Wolfe is kind of a jacka- er, he might be a jerk, but he'll understand, it's your first day."

Great. A mean teacher first thing in the morning. Wonderful.

Andrew smiled, "So I'll see you in gym. You can cheer me on." He said with a grin.

I laughed. "I'll be sure to do that."

I was relieved that I would know someone first period, Andrew seemed like a nice guy.

"Oh. You have the wonder twins first and second." Miss Bronwell said more to herself.

"Pardon?" I asked, "The wonder twins?"

She laughed, "Um, well. Mr. Wolfe and Mr. Call. They're cousins. Just moved here during the summer, they're kind of immature." She tacked on at the end. I wonder what went on between her and the wonder twins.

After the printer broke several times, I finally had my timetable in my hands and I hurried off to the gym to meet this infamous Mr. Wolfe.

It took me awhile, but I finally found the gym and burst through the doors, hoping I wasn't interrupting his lecture or something. I didn't need him hating me first thing.

I was relieved when I heard Andrew talking, not a teacher's voice, "I'm sorry I'm late! They had trouble printing my timetable and I couldn't find this place!" I said, still to scared to look the teacher in the eye. He would probably be upset.

Andrew ran over to greet me, "I can show you around for the rest of the day if you want." He offered.

I smiled at him. "Thanks." I worked up enough courage to lift my gaze from the floor, "So I'm really sorry about being late, I'm new today." I figured a reminder was necessary to keep from getting in trouble.

As soon as I met his gaze, my stomach flipped. His expression was angry at first but as soon as we made eye contact, he looked shocked then happy, then worried, then he looked like he won the lottery. Weird.

He was…well…hot. Extremely so, actually. His deep russet skin was a shocking contrast to my porcelain white flesh, and he was huge. Like well over six feet and had bands of muscles every where.

Over a second passed by and he was still staring at me, jaw slightly agape, with an awed look on his face. His eyes still conveyed a range of emotion, intense emotion. I kind of felt drawn to him. Like… well, I don't know how to describe it. He was looking at me like I was his…sun or something. But the strange thing was, he felt like mine, too.

By this time, I realized how much time had ticked by, about four seconds. His gaze was starting to get uncomfortable, I shifted my weight to one side, "Um, they said I didn't have to change today. Is that ok Mr…"

Oh my god! I tried to say his name! I really did! But I- I couldn't for some reason. He must have taken it as a sign to introduce himself, because he told me his name and assured me that I didn't have to change.

After I had asked him if he wanted me to sit on the bleachers, Andrew jumped in and insisted on getting to know me. Mr. Wolfe agreed, much to my surprise. I sat on the bleachers and Andrew's guy friends surrounded me. It was a little uncomfortable, but they seemed like fun-loving guys.

Everyone asked me questions, and I answered as honestly as possible. I couldn't tell them that I was half vampire obviously, but I did tell them half truths.

I felt a strange pulling at the back of my neck. I didn't understand it, but I pushed it out of my mind.

I only glanced at Mr. Wolfe once during my question and answer session, although I could feel his eyes burning into me. I was kind of relieved when gym was over and Andrew and I headed to our next class, English with Mr. Call.

He seemed like a fun teacher when I met him. Very outgoing, he kind of seemed like a kid. Both he and Mr. Wolfe were young, probably not that much older than me. Uh. Well, physically. Maybe around 25ish.

But I noticed Mr. Call's demeanor change very early on in class. He tensed up like something was worrying him. But I didn't dwell on it, its his problem. Not mine.

The rest of the day was normal. I was assigned to be in Mr. Wolfe's homeroom. He was excited that I could graduate early, which made me feel like he didn't like me very much.

Things went well for me for a few weeks. Andrew and I officially became a couple. I made tons of friends, including an unlikely one, Mr. Wolfe. He wasn't like how everyone described him. He was nice, funny, and very helpful. I actually considered him as a friend.

It was strange though. I almost felt as if I wanted to hang out with a teacher more than my peers. Every time Andrew, Justin, Leslie and I would do something, a little voice in the back of my head wished it was Mr. Wolfe.

One person I also became close to was Leslie. And she had the hots for Mr. Wolfe. I could see it. He was very attractive. But…it was just weird. She was his student. That was wrong…right? Not that I needed to know!! I had a boyfriend.

…until winter formal when he tried to force himself on me. Then I ended it angrily. Mr. Wolfe saved me. And I wasn't surprised he did. He seemed to always be looking out for me. He even let me know when Mr. Call was going to give a pop quiz. Not like I needed the help, but it was nice of him.

When I broke up with Andrew, I kinda felt alone. But then I got detention for a week after I punched Andrew, and my whole world changed.

Detention was fun. Mr. Wolfe made it fun for me. He felt like my detention wasn't earned, so we just talked. I couldn't really tell the truth, but I didn't lie either.

But then, on that Wednesday, things kinda changed. We were almost done cleaning out the storage closet, he only had one more box to put on the highest shelf.

So, I'm a teenage (looking) girl, and of course I notice a guy with a good body. So I really couldn't help my self when I happened to see him reach up.

He wasn't wearing boxers, just low riding sweatpants and a white tee shirt. As he reached up to put the box away, his shirt lifted and I could see his muscled lower back and I could see his V leading down, down, down… And then it dawned upon me. He was hot. Really fucking hot.

My heartbeat sped up and I thanked god that he didn't have vampire hearing. That would be embarrassing.

Mr. Wolfe was very attractive. And he was nice. He seemed to really care about me, like more so than other students. I think he tried to pass it off as protectiveness because I'm emancipated or whatever. But then, something Leslie said got me thinking.

That tent in his pants she was talking about? Yeah, I saw it obviously, how could you miss it? I just passed it off as, like, morning wood or something. But he was always watching me and trying to befriend me.

Now, I wasn't conceded or anything, but I knew I was pretty. So could…could he be attracted to me?

The next two and a half weeks, I kinda tested it out. I didn't know how to flirt, really, so I had no idea if he was even recognizing it was flirting. Nothing really changed between us. He still looked at me like I was the sun, and he was still buff and hot.

Class was…interesting. The Thursday following detention we were forced to play basketball. And I was half vamp, so I wasn't clumsy, but some times I defiantly couldn't have used that 100% vampire grace.

So I wasn't exactly surprised when I tripped over someone's feet. I knew it wasn't going to really hurt me. Nothing really ever did, but non the less, I didn't want to fall and look like an idiot in front of Mr. Wolfe.

But luckily, I didn't fall. Mr. Wolfe's scent surrounded me as warm hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back up.

"Are you ok, Carlie?" Mr. Wolfe asked in a concerned voice.

I blushed and smiled, "Uh, yeah. Thanks." I expected him to take his hands off my hips. But no. He just awkwardly stayed close to me, with his hands gripping my hips.

"Are- Are you sure you're ok?" he asked. His face made me think that he was in physical pain.

I nodded, "Um, y-yeah. I'm fine." I promised him. I was actually relishing the fact that his hands were still on me.

I looked into his darkened eyes as he opened his mouth to say something.

"Mr. Wolfe!" I heard Mr. Call's voice snap from right next to us, "I, uh, I gotta talk to you."

Mr. Wolfe's eyes lightened t their normal color before he quickly dropped his hands form my hips. "Uh, right. Yeah, sorry. You're, uh, you're ok then, Carlie?" he asked, not really meeting my eyes.

"Y-yeah. Thanks for, uh, you know helping me." I said before running off, hoping no one saw our exchange. It would have been so obvious that I have to hots for him if anyone saw my face.

I glanced back at Mr. Wolfe and Mr. Call as I resumed playing. Mr. Call was laughing and Mr. Wolfe had his head in his hands, he looked like he was in pain. And judging from the way he shifted around his pants. He was.

If I would have known what was going to happen, I probably would have waited for another weekend to get my house fumigated. But no. I had to do it with the stupid comic book convention in town. Nerds.

And I just had to choose the sketchiest hotel around. And Leslie had to find out that I liked Mr. Wolfe too! And those men just had to catch me deep in thought, so I couldn't fight back with my gift, my hands were over my head, unable to touch his skin.

I begged him to stop it as tears fell out of my eyes. My dad was right! This would have never, ever happened if I was with someone else!

I tried to fight back as best I could, but my slightly higher than average strength was no match for a full grown man's, or a gun for that matter.

He ripped my thin shorts off, but before he could touch my black lace panties, my attacker was knocked off of me.

I knew that smell. It was Mr. Wolfe. He smelled good, I often thought my nose was just smelling what it wanted to when I thought I smelled him out side of my house and at work, pretty much everywhere.

He honestly scared me in that moment. He was shaking so bad he was almost blurry as he slammed the man's head into a brick wall.

I gasped and scrambled to cover up my bare legs. "Are you ok?" I heard his other cousin's voice ask from next to me. I pulled my knees under my sweatshirt and started to sob. "Do you need an ambulance or something?"

"N-no! I- I- I'm ok." I lied through my tears. I heard the other guy drag my attacker's body away. Good I hope he's brain dead. I went into the fetal position and cried harder. I didn't even care that the ground was filthy.

"Carlie?" Mr. Wolfe asked in a gentle voice, "Where are you staying?"

NOWHERE! God! Stupid creepy hotel owners. "I-I-I-I-" I tried to say that I didn't have a place to stay, but I couldn't speak.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asked after I looked like an idiot for a few seconds.

"NO!" I howled, collapsing in my sobs.

Mr. Wolfe and his cousin had a short conversation before I was picked up off the ground. Mr. Wolfe took his tee shirt off and wrapped it around my legs before holding me bridal style.

Oh god. I couldn't help but be embarrassed. My gym teacher/crush was carrying me through the streets. And I'm pants-less.

Mr. Wolfe was warm. Very warm. He made me feel safe. I instinctively buried my head into his chest. I didn't think about the position that would put us in.

When he set me down, I didn't really know where I was. It smelled like…well, a mix of four scents, two of which I knew well. I was in Mr. Wolfe's apartment. Awkward….

He offered me a shower or a bed, well, both actually, but which one first? I jumped off of his couch and insisted that I should leave, It wasn't really appropriate to have me here, was it?

After he convinced me that he had no other choice but to have me stay (shock- sounded like BS to me….) and take a shower, and stay in his bed, I laid down on his pillow. His manly scent surrounding me as I tried not to think about anything but sleep.

It sorta worked, I fell into restless sleep, plagued with nightmares of the Volturi. I woke up to Mr. Wolfe's voice trying to calm me. I was so scared I didn't know what I was doing until we were both laying on his bed, his arms wrapped around me and my head buried in his neck.

And I was right. He was attracted to me too. I felt the evidence. The very hard, big evidence.

He always made me feel so safe. He's saved my ass more than once and I feel like he's always there protecting me. I was drawn to him, and he was drawn to me. It didn't matter the age difference or the fact I was his student or the fact I'm half vamp! He cared about me and I cared about him!

I was scared. I needed him to protect me. To be close to me. So I kissed him. He tried to resist it at first, but his obvious attraction for me got the better of him.

I almost jumped out of my skin when his hand moved from my back, to my hip. This was- We were going to…have sex?!

I quickly thought it over. I wanted to be close to him, being close to him made me feel safe. How closer can we get than him being inside of me?! He seemed like he cared. Who else was I going to lose my virginity to?

I quickly murmured my consent as his hand moved up my stomach and his lips were on mine. His hands felt nice, it was a gentle touch, but his rough, manly hands made me feel safe and protected. I needed to be closer to him.

Again, I was shocked when his hand cupped my breast, I really don't know why, I knew it was the next step. A moan escaped my lips as he gently massaged both of my breasts.

I felt a surge of wetness drench the panties I was wearing. I kinda felt awkward about it considering they weren't mine…. But I knew they would be off soon anyway.

Disappointment washed through me when his hand left my breast, I thought he was going to stop. I arched into him, hoping to persuade him other wise. It worked, he pulled my shirt off.

I closed my eyes, loving the way his gaze felt on my body. Like I said before, I knew I was pretty and heard all the guys comments about my body, I was still a little shy about being naked in front of him.

His hands left my body and I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a look of pure lust on his face. I wanted me bad. I tried my best to give him a sexy look. It kinda seemed like it worked, his hands were tugging my pants down as his lips hit mine again.

I wanted to scream with pleasure when he ran his finger over my opening. I still had my panties on, but if this is what he could do with my panties on…I was really excited about how he could make me feel with them off…

As soon as I bucked my hips into him, he stopped, but didn't pull away.

"Carlie? Has anyone ever…" he wanted to know if anyone had touched me there before.

"N-no." I breathed out.

I saw a dark look cross his eyes before he jerked away from me. "Fuck." Just the way he said it made my panties wet again. "I'm sorry. I cant-"

WHAT!? Oh, hell no! He's not leaving now! Now that he's just given me a little taste of what he can do! Uh-uh! I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me a bit, "No!" I yelled, "Please. I want this." I begged, "I want…you." And it was true.

He closed his eyes for a moment, probably to get in control of himself, and nodded once. My heartbeat sped up when he pushed my panties to the side…so close…

It wasn't what I expected. I expected intense pleasure. But it was a little uncomfortable. My vampire skin resisted the change and did not like the intrusion of his thick finger inside of me. I subconsciously tensed up when his finger moved around inside of me. It was almost as if he was trying to stretch me out.

His lips moved lightly along my neck up to my ear, "Just relax. It'll hurt less if you don't tense up." He whispered to me.

I made an effort to loosen my muscles.

"We don't have to do this. Just say the word and I'll stop." He offered. I was surprised he got the words out. I could feel his massive erection on my thigh, and I'm pretty sure most guys wouldn't offer to stop at this point.

And we've come this far. Why not? "N-no." I tried to say it with confidence, but I was worried about how he was going to fit in me. If his finger was uncomfortable, then how was I going to deal with his cock?

Another surge of pain shot through me as he slid another finger in me, tears threatened at the corners of my eyes. I quickly shut them, not wanting his to see them and stop.

But I was to late, he brushed them away. "Don't cry. Please don't cry." He begged me. It almost sounded as if he were feeling my pain. "We don't have to do this."

I was sick of his offers. I wanted to have sex with him. I slid my hand down and unbuttoned his jeans. I was pretty sure he wouldn't offer again if we were both naked in his bed.

He kicked them off and I immediately wrapped my hand around him. He let out the most animalistic growl I ever heard when I did it, too. It was sexy.

But my hand could wrap around it. His cock was long, as well as thick. Holy fuck! How the hell was this supposed to fit in me!?

"Carlie?" he said as his fingers kept working me.

"Hum?"

"Are you sure this is what you want? Losing your virginity to your gym teacher?"

I'm here aren't I? "Positive."

He hardened in my hand and ripped my panties off before shifting so his erection was between my spread thighs. He paused for a moment, searching my face for any signs of doubt.

He pushed in an inch and I could help but let a whimper escape. It hurt. For one thing, he was hot. Like his skin temperature. And for another, he as so fucking big and I was scared, it was only an inch and he didn't even push through my barrier yet. That was going to hurt like fuck when he did.

He pulled out and paused, he had a look of deep thought on his face. He pushed in again, a little more this time before pulling out.

He met my eyes for a second before he pushed in until he met my barrier. Then he broke through it.

HOLY FUCK OWWW!

Something inside of me broke, I cried out and dug my fingernails into his back. I felt the blood drip out of me as I smelled the metallic smell of it.

Apparently so did Mr. Wolfe. He pulled out and actually looked like he was going to cry. "Fuck. I'm sorry!" I could see all the regret in his eyes. But I also saw the wanting. He desperately wanted to keep going, but he was putting me first, still offering me an out.

"Just go slow." I begged him, not wanting this to be over.

"Carlie…" he tried again.

I grabbed his shaft and pressed his head into my core, "Please." I begged again.

He caved right away. And the more and more he thrust, the better it felt. After the initial pain left, immense pleasure was left.

He was getting more into it too. He picked up the pace and moved his hand from my hip down to just above my opening. My eyes flew open when he rubbed that spot.

It felt sooooo good. I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck! Please!" I didn't really know what I was begging for. I just wanted it. I felt his smile as he kissed along my neck.

He seemed to really know how to touch me, he rubbed faster and harder. I felt a warm sensation in my stomach. I had never had an orgasm before, but I suspected that's what it was.

Then it dawned upon me, Mr. Wolfe was making me cum. And I didn't even know his first name. I knew guys liked it when girls scream their name during sex, or at least that's what Leslie said.

"I-I-I-I d-don't even kn-kn-know your f-first na-name." God. I couldn't even speak.

"Jake." He answered evenly.

That warm sensation then exploded all over my body, and I felt myself close around him. "Jake!" I yelled.

His eyes rolled back in his head. For a second I thought he was going to pass out, but he slammed into me fasted before he stopped while still in me. I felt his cock twitch inside of me and a warm liquid come out.

I was exhausted, and as soon as he rolled off me, I fell asleep. I figured everything out just work out.

And that was the train of thought that got me here. Pacing in my living room after leaving early in the morning. And to make it worse, Mr. Call saw me. And asked me how it was! Who the hell does that!? How do I respond? Do I tell him how amazing it felt? No! That would be weird.

I woke up sore. Very sore. Jake, as I learned his first name was, was fucking huge. I'm surprised it fit. I also felt…embarrassed. I all but begged him to have sex with me. And why the hell would he do it!? He was supposed to be the responsible adult here! God! He was probably one of those teachers who gave out good grades for sex. God. How could I do that!? I'm not that girl!

And the icing on he cake is that he used no fucking condom. So there's a chance I might get pregnant. By my gym teacher. I hoped the plan B Leslie gave me will work on my half vampire body…

God. I was so confused. Part of me believed he was just some creepy teacher who's MO was to get his students into bed. But then part of me believed he wasn't. I didn't over look the fact that he tried to resist me and how concerned he was. Maybe he did care…?

But then again. If he really did care about me, why didn't he just have the courage to tell me, or quit or something…

So yeah. I fucked up.

I fucked my teacher.

I didn't use a condom.

And I left with out saying anything, to angry at him for taking advantage of my fragile state of mind to care what he'd think.

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