AN: I'm glad people like the

idea of my Bella and Edward.

I was sort of worried about this one,

but I posted it anyway.

Well, on with seducing Edward.

Teacher Edward.

Seductive Bella.

Succesful yet boring Tanya.

Everyone hates Tanya crew.

-I.N.

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Chapter Two – History is today's tomorrow.

BPOV

"Isabella, that's not historical, that's just what you did last weekend."

"Last weekend was history, there for it's historical."

"Miss Swan, you can't write about that."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because I'm saying you can't."

"And I'm saying you should ask someone if last week was in the past, and they will say yes, what do you think they will say? the present. Well, then you're a pretty good history teacher aren't you there?" I said sarcastically.

"Isabella, I don't appreciate you talking like this in my class room."

"And I don't appreciate that I have this class room to talk in, I mean seriously, don't you think they should put up some more widows in here? I feel like I'm going to do an episode of 'prison break' in here."

"Isabella, this isn't drama class."

"Well, it's certainly not History, apparently to you, Mr. Last week is today's future."

"Isabella, stop."

"And who want's to know about how people went to the toilet eighteen hundred years ago anyway? History sucked..."

"Isabella, stop."

"...And what's with girl's fashion sense back then, seriously, they look like the virgin Mary, 'Legs are not to be shown!' they would say..."

"Isabella..."

"And another thing, why would women wear umbrella's under their dresses? why? was huge asses the trend back then or something?"

"Isabella!" Mr. Cullen shouted exasperated.

"Yes?" I asked, innocently.

"I asked you to stop."

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"Ok, that's it. Everyone, class dismissed, Isabella I want to have a talk with you."

Hah.

My plan worked.

Evil smile.

Student's turned to stare at me in wonder as they left.

Almost as if I came from a different planet.

I smiled back at them and said a small 'have a good day, tell me what happens in English,'.

The door shut and it was just Edward and I.

In a class room.

My desk right in front of his.

And my legs partly spread.

Though he didn't look.

Hmm.

That's going to have to change.

He beckoned me to come up to his desk, and I swung my legs out and swayed my hips.

That got him.

EPOV

I don't know why I asked her to stay after class.

Usually I wouldn't even bother with student's like this.

I guess Mr. Lanner is rubbing off on me.

I waved a hand to a chair in front of my desk and she sat.

Not until her skirt flew up a bit.

Blue lace.

Shit, I'm a fucking pervert.

"Isabella-"

"Bella."

"Fine, Bella. I don't know how your other history Teacher taught his class, though that behaviour you showed in here was extremely unacceptable. I know it's probably a change to have to do things differently, though you can't make slip ups like that, this is senior classes you're in now-"

"What if I say my last history teacher taught exactly like you do."

"What?"

"I mean, say, we did things in junior classes, exactly like you do here."

"But, in here, people don't make absurd argument's about how woman in the eighteen hundreds had a trend for big asses. How could this possibly be like junior class?"

"Because no-one ever does things like that in junior class."

"You do."

"No, I don't."

"Then why did you do it in here, if you know very well that that sort of attitude will get your ass in detention for a month."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Excuse me? I don't get what you'r-"

RING. RING.

My phone rang.

"Hold on."

Bella, shrugged.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Edward."

"Hello, Tanya."

"So I was taking with George and Phelma and they say dinner at eight will be great."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, of course tonight silly. Oh! I have great news, I packed all my stuff and all I need to do is-"

"Your stuff?"

"Yes, Edward. What else was I suppose to do with it?"

"Keep it in your house."

"I live with you now."

"And when did this happen?"

"My god, Edward, we were talking about it last night. remember the conversation we had about how younger girl's get violated and how -"

Drone...

"...My grandmother did the same?"

Huh?

"Excuse me, the phone line went fuzzy can you start again?"

"While I was talking about how nice it was of Betty to bring over her baby to-"

Drone...

I want to listen, really, I do.

Though my brain and ears tend to tune her out when unwanted information gets installed.

I have to work on my listening techniques.

"So is that a yes?"

"Er, yes, yes of course."

"Ok, I'll have the removalists come over to my apartment in three days, I love you."

Oh, she was talking about moving in.

Well, I guess I could live with that.

"Er, okay then, Tanya, bye."

"I love you, Edward." She insisted.

I guess that's the cue for me to say it back.

"I love you to, Tanya."

"No you don't," Bella said matter-of-factly as I shut my phone.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't love this, Tanya bore."

"And how would you know this? and Tanya is not a bore."

"I know this from you."

"I didn't tell you anything."

"You didn't have to, it's written all over your face. And you think she's the most boring person who ever lived."

"No I don't."

"Have you seen your face when she's talking to you on the phone? you were looking straight at my tits."

"Pardon me?"

Was I?

"You weren't even paying attention to her. Because you think she's a complete and utter bore."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" she raised an eyebrow.

Did she?

I couldn't tell.

"Bella, I need to hurry this up. Even if a student has been terribly rude, I have never asked them to stay after class before so-"

"Then why'd you ask me to?"

"Huh?"

"Why am I the first student you asked to stay after class?"

She had me there.

Why did I ask her to stay after class?

I've had worse students before.

So, why did I ask her?

It just slipped when I told her to.

So, I have no idea.

"Because obviously I'm not your worst student in here, I've seen how you look at Mike Newton, you completely despise him."

God, how did she know these things?

"Bella-"

"Listen, I'll leave you and T.B. aka Tanya Bore, to go where ever you're going tonight, and I'll try to behave myself tomorrow, goodbye Mr. Cullen."

She stood up, picked up her school bag and walked over to the door.

And I just realised I was staring at her ass the whole time she did so.