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"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, Carlisle."
He pressed his lips together and pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at me. "You know you want to."
"I do, but I'm going to be late," I said, moaning when he pressed his hips against mine. "Fuck, Carlisle."
"Yes, yes, fuck Carlisle," he teased, propping himself up on one hand while sliding his other hand up my leg, wrapping his fingers around my thighs, and pulling my leg up over his hip. "That's a brilliant idea."
I laughed, placing my hands on his chest. "I can't be late today, lover. It's my last day of finals, and I've already missed way too much school over the last three weeks."
Carlisle sighed and released my leg, rolling onto the bed next to me. I smiled as I shifted so that I was laying on my stomach and propped my chin on his chest. "I promise to fuck you tonight. I'll let you eat my pussy, and I'll suck your cock. Then you can fuck me."
"Hearing you say cock, pussy, and fuck is not making it any easier to let you out of this bed, Isabella," he whined, his hand sliding beneath the blanket and grabbing his hard cock.
I laughed as I climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, knowing that if I didn't get out of the bed right then, I'd end up flat on my back with his cock buried deep inside of me. But I had to focus. Today was day three of finals and I had two left: history and trig. So far, I'd aced all of my other finals and if I did well on these two, I'd snag the slot as valedictorian. While normally, I didn't give a rat's ass about where I ranked, I wanted nothing more than to prove to the narrow-minded assholes in this shitty city that I wasn't just a whore, trying to fuck her way to bigger and better. Not that I thought it would really help. The people in this town had made their feelings clear.
Just the day before, the boys and I had stopped by the market after school to pick up some groceries. We were standing in the middle of the produce aisle, searching for a decent head of lettuce, when Mrs. Peterson, the little old lady who lived three houses from Carlisle, came storming up to us, waving an ear of corn and scolding me for being a harlot. Of course the boys had no clue what she was talking about, and I quickly ushered them away from her, trying to keep them from getting worked up, but in that moment, I was glad we were moving, that we were leaving town as soon as we could get everything settled.
Carlisle had already talked to a realtor about his house, and we were preparing to put it on the market and we were planning on flying down to San Francisco in a couple of days to find a place to live and familiarize ourselves with the area. Though, I still worried about Carlisle uprooting the boys, I knew it was the right move. If we stayed here, it would only be a matter of time before someone made a catty comment to one of them about how their father was fucking the babysitter, and in the eyes to most people in this town, that's all I'd ever be.
Ten minutes later, I'd showered, dressed, and was waiting in the living room for the boys, who were in the kitchen, stuffing their breakfast down their throats while Carlisle was trying to get them to hurry. A couple minutes later, they came running into the living room and grabbed their backpacks from the couch.
"Bye, Dad," they called as they rushed out the front door.
I shoved my trig notes into my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and walked over to him, sliding my arms around his waist before pressing up on my toes and kissing him. "I love you."
He smiled against my lips. "I love you, too. I'll see you later."
"Okay," I murmured with a sigh before I pulled away from him and walked out of the house.
The boys were already in the backseat of Carlisle's Mercedes. Once I made sure they were buckled in, I climbed in behind the wheel and pulled away from the house. While I preferred to drive my truck, the boys were saver in their father's car, so Carlisle agreed to let me drive his car. To me, it just made life harder, but the boys were adamant that I was the one to take them to school and pick them up every day, and their lives had been rocked enough lately without me adding more discomfort.
With a promise to be there after school, I left both boys in their classrooms, rushing back out to the car and driving over to the high school, parking next to Rose's red BMW, and running into the building, ignoring the stares from my fellow classmates. I was over it; they'd done nothing but prove that my personal life was all they cared about and I was done worrying about how they nothing better to do than gossip about me.
Rose, Emmett, and Alice were standing at my locker, like they had been every morning. Like me, they were trying to focus their attention on our finals and graduating tomorrow.
"Hey," I muttered, opening my locker and shoving my backpack in my locker. "Is today over with yet?"
Rose snorted. "Don't I wish. English and Spanish today."
"They weren't too hard," I said.
"For you," she argued. "You're like a genius or something."
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not."
"Whatever," Emmett scoffed, leaning against the lockers as a group of freshman girls walked past us.
"Slut," they fake-coughed.
"Oh, what a clever little quip. Maybe when you're big girls, you'll learn grown-up insults," he snarled, slamming his hand against the locker behind him as he stepped away. The girls jumped and rushed down the hallway, causing me, Rose, and Alice to laugh as we looked over at him. "What?"
"Dude, you're so cute when you get protective of our sweet, little Swan," Alice snickered, reaching up and pinching his cheek. He grumbled and swatted her hand away. The warning bell rang, causing her to groan. "Shit, gotta get to class."
Alice took off down the hallway toward her Spanish class while Rose and Emmett headed English. I grabbed a couple of pens and headed down to history. Jasper was sitting behind his desk, his hands clasped together and resting on the stack of papers on his desk. He gave me a smile and a wink as I walked past him and made my walk to my seat.
Once the rest of my classmates were seated, Jasper stood up and walked over to the door, pulling it closed. "You will have two hours to complete this test. Once you're done, you're excused from class, but please be mindful of those in other classes who are taking tests today as well."
With one last look around at everyone, Jasper picked up the tests off his desk and began passing them out to each of us. He reached me last and nodded his head before he turned and walked back over to his desk. Taking a deep breath, I turned it over and read the first question.
Jasper's final exam consisted of thirty true and false, thirty multiple choice, and three essay question, only two of which were required, but he'd noted that if we did all three that he'd give us five extra points. I finished with five minutes left and stood up, walking across the empty classroom and laying my test on his desk. Jasper smiled as he picked it up and thumbed through the six pages, stopping on the last page.
"All three essays, huh?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow in my direction.
"What can I say? I'm an overachiever," I snickered.
Jasper snorted and laid it on top of the rest of tests. He leaned back in his chair. "How are you?"
"I'm . . ." I trailed off and shook my head. "I'm getting by. It's still hard. I miss her, the real her. I'm just trying to focus on getting my ass out of this town."
Jasper nodded and stood up. "For the record, I'm glad you and Carlisle are leaving Forks."
"Um, thanks?" I asked. "Should I be offended?"
"No," he laughed. "I just mean that you and Carlisle need to find someplace where there isn't a target on your backs. You know, someone always there judging you."
"Have you and Edward ever thought about moving, too?"
He sighed. "Only all the time. Forks was supposed to be a place for us to . . . I don't know . . . start our life together. And it has been, to a point, but we're still living in the closet. I don't like not being able to hold his hand when we're in public, or be able to introduce him as my boyfriend." Jasper paused. "He's the love of my life, Bella."
"I know." I reached across his desk and grabbed his hand. "Maybe it's time to consider what you're willing to give up." The bell rang, ending class. "I'd better go. You and Edward are still coming to dinner tonight, right?"
"We wouldn't miss it," he said, with a smile. "I made a pie."
"Oh, yummy," I laughed before I turned and walked out of the room.
The hallways were filled with students who were rushing down the hallway toward their last final. Alice was waiting for me outside of Mr. Varner's classroom. After the awkward way he'd been behaving toward me over the last few weeks, both of us were uneasy being around him.
"How'd your test go?" I asked, following her into the classroom. Mr. Varner's eyes were on me the second I was through the door, and it took all my control not to lash out at him.
"Oh, I guess it went okay," she said. "Not sure I got all the conjuring right on page two."
"Yeah, they were tricky," I murmured, sliding into my seat. Clearing my throat, I shifted my eyes to Mr. Varner, who still stared at me.
It wasn't until the last of the students trickled into the room and the bell rang that he finally tore his eyes off me. Alice gave me a look before she turned around in her seat. Mr. Varner stood up and passed out his exam, saving mine for last. After he placed the test on my test on my desk, he placed his hand on my shoulder before turning and walking up to his desk. A quick look around told me that nobody saw the way he touched me, something that didn't set well with me.
"You have two hours. Once you're done, you may leave the room," he said, his eyes shifting to me once more and a shiver trickled up my spine. "You may begin."
I tried to focus my attention on my test, I really did, but I could feel Mr. Varner's eyes on me, his penetrating stare, and several times, I had to swallow back the bile that crept up my throat. His sudden interest in me was frustrating.
Slowly, one by one, the rest of my classmates finished their tests and left the room, until only me and Alice were left with Mr. Varner. Five minute before the bell was set to ring, Alice stood up and took her test up to his desk, placing it on top of everyone else's. When she sat back down at her desk, Mr. Varner cleared his throat and said, "You may leave now, Alice."
"I'll wait," she said, her voice soft.
"Nonsense," he replied, a tight smile on his lips. "Leave."
Though I could tell that Alice was reluctant to leave me alone with him, the tone in his voice made it clear that she didn't have a choice. So she sighed and gave me a look and walked out of the room. Taking a calming breath, I turned my attention back to my test, but when I heard Mr. Varner's chair scraping against the floor, I looked up. He walked over to the door, turning the lock, and looking back at me with a sinister expression on his face, and I was genuinely afraid.
"Isabella," he murmured, pushing desks out of the way as he made a beeline for me. I scrambled out of my desk and tried to get around him, but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back toward him.
"Let me go," I demanded, trying to pull my arm from his grip.
"Oh, I don't think so," he growled, pushing me back against the wall. His other hand came down on my waist, slipping under my T-shirt and sliding up my side to my breasts. "You've been teasing me for four years, Isabella," he murmured, ignoring the whimpering crying from me as he touched me. "If I'd known what a little whore you were, I would have made my move years ago. Really gotten a taste of you."
"I haven't teased you," I cried, trying to push him off of me. His grip on my arm tightened. "Let me go!"
"No," he snapped, throwing me to the floor. My hip clipped one of the desks, causing me to scream. "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!"
Mr. Varner grabbed me again and dragged me to my feet. I tried to hit him, but he caught my arm and pinned it against my side as he forced me backward until I hit his desk. He spun me around and bent me over, one hand pawing at my jeans while the other was holding me still.
Tears saturated my face as I screamed, "SOMEONE HELP ME!"
"Shut up!" he snarled, slamming his hand over my mouth as he tried to shimmy my pants down.
But before he could, a loud bang echoed through the room and I managed to turn my head enough to see Jasper bursting through the door he'd just kicked open. He looked from me to Mr. Varner, who still had his hands over my mouth and in the back of my pants, and I saw the rage fill his eyes.
"Get the fuck off her," he seethed, crossing the room and ripping Mr. Varner off of me, slamming him against the white board and throwing his fist into his face.
I crumbled to the floor, my tears seeping down my face. A pair of arms wrapped around me and I flinched.
"Shh, Bella, it's just me," Alice whispered, nestling me against her.
"You don't fucking touch her!" Jasper snarled, throwing Mr. Varner to the floor and kicking him in the ribs.
"Jasper, stop!" I cried out, causing him to look back over at me.
He closed his eyes and turned from Mr. Varner, taking two steps toward me, but stopped when Mr. Varner said, "She's not going to want your faggot cock; she only wants real men."
Jasper's hands clenched into a fist as he turned and glared at Mr. Varner. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Jasper's arm before he could hit the bastard again.
"What is going on here?" James Greene demanded as he broke through the crowd of students gathered in the doorway. He looked from me and my hold on Jasper's arm to Mr. Varner, who was still sitting on the floor with blood pouring from his nose and one arm wrapped around his ribcage. He turned to the doorway. "Leave." And when nobody moved, he yelled, "NOW!"
Sensing that he was serious, everyone scrambled away from the door, and he looked back at us. "What in the hell is going on here?"
"He attacked me," Mr. Varner said, standing up and wiping the blood off his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
Jasper clenched his jaw shut as he lowered his arm, shaking off my hand and looking at James. "That . . ." He blew out a harsh breath. "He had the door locked. When I kicked the door open, I found him with her," he pointed to me, "bent over his desk with one hand over her mouth while the other was down the back of her pants."
James shifted his eyes from Jasper to Mr. Varner to me. "Is that true, Bella?"
I simply nodded.
"She came onto me!" Mr. Varner insisted, causing everyone to look at him. "She waited until everyone else had already left my classroom and then she locked the door, saying that she was worried that she had failed her exam. She offered me sex if I gave her an A. I, of course, refused, and she attacked me."
"That's a lie!" I yelled.
Mr. Varner glared at me. "Oh, please! You've been flirting with me for weeks."
"I have not," I insisted, looking over at James. "He's lying." I pulled the sleeve up in my shirt, showing him the red marks on my arm. "See, this is where he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. I tried to stop him, but he put his hand inside my shirt and touched my breasts. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. I tried to fight him off, but I couldn't."
James inhaled a sharp breath as he dragged a hand through his hair. "Mr. Varner and Mr. Whitlock, let's take this to my office." He looked over at me. "I think you should come, too."
I nodded and turned to Alice. "Call Carlisle."
"I already did," she whispered. "After I got Mr. Whitlock."
"Perhaps you should come with us, Alice," James suggested.
She nodded and wrapped her arm around me as we followed the three of them out of the classroom and down the crowded hallway to the office. We'd just arrived there when the front doors to the building opened and Carlisle came rushing in. He had me in his arms in a heartbeat, and I couldn't hold back my tears.
"What happened?" he asked, holding me tight.
"He . . . I . . ." My words got caught in my throat as I began to sob harder.
"Why don't we take this inside?" James suggested, opening the door to the office and directing us into the conference room. While Mr. Varner sat on one side of the table, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and I sat the opposite side. James cleared his throat and looked over at Mrs. Cope. "Please call the police and have them send someone over. Tell them . . . tell them a student was attacked."
She looked around at each of us and nodded before rushing over to her desk. James settled at the table next to Mr. Varner, but when the asshole tried to say something, he held up a hand and said we were waiting for the police, which had me feeling nervous. The last few weeks had filled with nothing but shit. First my mother's attack on me, the police humiliated me, Dr. Gerandy's personal grudge against me and Carlisle, and now Mr. Varner had tried to rape me. Did I have a target on my back? Was that why everyone seemed to be coming after me?
Carlisle wrapped his arm around my shoulders, nestling me against him as the door to the conference room opened and Jacob Black and Sam Uley walked in. Their attention shifted around the room, landing on me and Carlisle last.
"We got a call that a student had been attacked," Jacob said.
"Yes," James said, standing up and gesturing for them to take the two empty seats on his side of the table, which he did. "I'm not sure exactly what happened."
"Well, why don't we start at the beginning," Sam replied, laying his notebook on the table. "Who was attacked?"
"I was," I murmured, feeling everyone's eyes shift to me.
"Tell us what happened," he responded, gently.
Taking a deep breath, I told them about how Mr. Varner had come after me. While I spoke, he sat on the other side of the table with his arms folded across his chest and a glare on his face. I could feel my body trembling, shaking with fear, but I knew that I had to tell them. For whatever reason, Mr. Varner seemed to think that it was okay for him to try to force himself on me, and all I could think about were the girls in the classes below me. I couldn't sit here and allow one of them to become his next prey.
"I screamed for help," I murmured through my tears. "And he told me to shut up. Then he covered my mouth and tried to pull my pants down, but Mr. Whitlock broke the door in before could."
Sam nodded and looked over at Jasper. "What happened next?"
"When I walked into the room, I found him bent over her. I pulled him off Bella and slammed him against the white board. I hit him and then threw him on the floor. I kicked him and would have hit him again, but Bella stopped me," he admitted, a harsh glare pointed in Mr. Varner's direction.
"Why were you there?" Jacob asked, causing everyone to look at him. "Your classroom isn't close to his, is it?"
"No, it's not," he said. "Alice came to my classroom and said she was worried because Mr. Varner had forced her to leave his class when she completed her final, leaving Bella alone with him. She told me that Bella had been feeling uncomfortable with Mr. Varner for a few weeks, and Alice worried that he would try something. Since all of my students had finished their exams, I headed to Mr. Varner's classroom. The door was locked, but I could hear someone crying inside, so I kicked the door in."
Jacob nodded and shifted his attention back to me. "Why did Mr. Varner make you feel uncomfortable, Bella?"
"He, um, he'd been giving me these looks, and brushing his fingers against mine when I handed in the work I'd missed over the last few weeks." As the words trickled out of my lips, I realized how silly it sounded. "I told Mr. Greene and Mr. Biers about my concerns last week."
"Is that true?" Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow in James's direction.
"Yes, but as Bella has said, it was just looks and I couldn't very well reprimand a teacher for looking at one of his students," he explained, sounding awfully defensive.
Sam and Jacob looked at each other before they nodded and stood up. Sam grabbed Mr. Varner by the arm and said, "Gabriel Varner, you're under arrest for the sexual assault of Ms. Isabella Swan."
Though he argued adamantly that he hadn't done anything wrong, Sam and Jacob continued to read him his rights as they escorted him out of the room, through the office, and out of the building. As soon as he was gone, I felt my body shake with sobs. I brought my hands up to my face, trying to stifle them the best I could, but when Carlisle's arms wrapped around me, I knew I'd failed.
"It's okay, Isabella," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.
"I think it's a good idea for you to take her home, Dr. Cullen," James said, clearing his throat.
"I didn't finish my test," I cried, looking over at him.
He smiled. "I don't think you need to worry about that, Bella. You're going to graduate tomorrow, and you'll be the valedictorian so don't worry about your test."
"Fine, whatever," I muttered, standing up and grabbing Carlisle's hand. I looked over at Jasper. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, softly.
Carlisle wrapped his arm around my waist and led me and Alice out of room and out into the hallway. She assured him that she'd get my stuff from my locker and drop it off later, telling him to just take me home. He thanked her before ushering me out to the car. I expected him to stop by the boys' school and pick them up, seeing as today was a half day thanks to the finals schedule, but he didn't. When I asked him who was getting them, he smiled and said, "Emmett."
When we got back to the house, I climbed out of the car and headed straight to our bedroom, stripping off my clothes and climbing into the shower. I could still feel Mr. Varner's hands on me. I was startled when the shower curtain opened. I looked over my shoulder, finding Carlisle climbing into the shower behind me.
"Is this okay?" he asked, speaking softly.
I nodded, turning and placing my hands on his chest.
Carlisle's eyes traveled to my arm, to the bruises that were already beginning to show. "I hate that bastard."
"Me too," I whispered.
He placed his hands on my hips, and I winced, causing him to look down. His jaw tightened. "Jesus fuck."
I looked down and saw a bruise starting to form on my hip, too. "Forgot about that one."
"I could just kill that asshole for putting his hands on you," he muttered, leaning his forehead against mine.
"I was so scared," I cried. "I tried to fight back. I tried to stop him, but he was stronger than me, and his hands were on me, and . . ." I shuddered. "He said if he'd known I was a whore, he'd have made his move years ago. That's all the see when they look at me, Carlisle. The girl who fucked you," I cried. "The whore."
"You know you're not a whore, don't you?" he asked.
"Of course I do," I sniffled. "It's just more proof that we can't stay here, that we can't have a life here in Forks, isn't it?"
"I think it is," he whispered, bringing his hand up to my cheek.
Carlisle and I finished our shower and climbed out, drying off and getting dressed. We headed downstairs just as the front door opened and the boys came running in with Emmett and Rose behind them. The blissful innocence on their faces had my heart racing and I opened my arms just in time for them to wrap themselves around me.
"You were supposed to pick us up, Bella," Michael exclaimed with a pout.
"Yeah," Tyler added.
"I'm sorry, guys," I said, quietly. "I, um, had something come up, so I asked Emmett and Rose to pick you up because I knew you'd be oaky with them."
"Oh," Michael said. "Can I have a cookie?"
"Sure," I murmured. "Get you and Tyler two, but only two. We're having a big dinner tonight."
While the boys groaned, they didn't argue with me and walked into the kitchen. As soon as they were out of the room, Emmett was standing in front of me with his arms wrapped around me. "That motherfucking, son of a bitch," he spat.
"Shut up," I groused, pushing him away. "They have really good hearing."
Emmett looked toward the kitchen. "Sorry. I just can't believe he'd do that."
"Yeah, well, he did," I muttered, wrapping my arms around my torso. "I just want to forget about it. For one night at least."
"Okay," Rose said. "We need to run for a bit, but then we'll be back for dinner, if that's all right?"
"Perfect," I whimpered, struggling to keep my tears at bay. "Don't be late."
"We won't," she promised.
Grabbing Emmett's hand, she dragged him out of the house, closing the door behind them. I looked over at Carlisle, who gave me a simple nod that said he understood. I just needed something to distract me for a bit, and dinner with our closest friends would work.
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