AN. This is something you've not experienced yet.

Hope you like it.

EPOV.

THEN

The first time I met you, you were taking a picture of me. You often think you're being discreet, but you're not.

That afternoon I felt your eyes piercing through me, you are very intense. You know that now, or at least I think you handle it a bit more gracefully.

I didn't particularly like that you were taking a picture, but at that moment, I was certain I would never see you again, but very few minutes later you were offering me a seat next to you, and I was being introduced as your teacher.

The way you looked seemed irrelevant, brown eyes, brown hair, fair skin and the only thing noticeable or memorable perhaps was the fact that you were tall.

It was funny, to see you in front of me, shocked to see me in your classroom, and you turned the loveliest shade of pink, that I do remember.

This was my first class at the Campus, I had spent my adult life away from the country and living in Europe, and being a professor at such an early age was an accomplishment, it was good to be home and have Alice around, even when she acted like a pesky little thing my sister had always had a soft spot for me.

It is not the end of the semester and you have bloomed as my student, after our meeting in the library you did become more active, I could see what others talked about you.

"Miss Swan is very intense, challenging and always participative. It is a joy to have" I've heard that and other variants since your first week here, you had made an impression in the department and I was perplexed that you were not acting that way with my class.

Yet again, I understood very little the mind of eighteen year olds and it had been eight years since I had been in that position.

The last four weeks of my class, you became determined and inquisitive, and it was much better than you being coy, it didn't suit your personality at all.

The door of my apartment opened and it grabbed my attention instantly, Lauren. We had met in my undergrad years and we quickly became attached. While I was studying in England, she was also a foreign student, her mom from the States and her dad from Belgium, she was a military child. Used to moving around a lot, quick on her feet and with a sense of rebellion to the rules.

I was thrilled by her. Her silky blonde hair and blue eyes were the first thing that caught my attention, we had been together for three years now and she has followed me back home.

"You're supposed to be finished with grading when I get home" she tells me a bit annoyed.

She hates not being the center of attention and I've grown used to it but sometimes when I'm this busy grading final papers, it becomes overbearing.

"You know I rarely do this, I'm just finishing my last one, I promise." I tell her while peaks through my shoulder.

"Isabella Swan… hmmm is she any good?" she tells me while going through the pages.

"She's brilliant," I nod.

"Rarely you give out praises, she must be good" she tells me with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Unfounded, I've never thought about Miss Swan in any other sense than my student.

"Is she pretty?" Lauren tells me pouting.

"I wouldn't know." I tell her seriously, it is not something I've analyzed.

"So now you're blind? God Edward." She storms to our bedroom and locks the door.

I sigh, before she wasn't so easily jealous but now that we've been here and all her friends are getting married she's become a little more demanding with me.

Answering her question honestly, it is not that I am blind but I've never seen any of my students as anything but that, but if I must analyze Miss Swan, I could say she is pretty in an average type of way.

But she is brilliant and charming, and has definitely impressed me this semester.

NA. I wanted to give you something you haven't seen before, and that is for sure Edward's mind.

I would also like to tell you he hasn't always been an asshole, he has bloomed as one just lately.

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Have a lovely weekend.