I pulled up to the small house, just before the movers did. It was an older home, and a bit of a fixer upper, but I loved from the first moment I saw it. It was a two-story cape cod style house, complete with three dormer windows. The house was a nice, light brown color, and the windows were all large and white. The paint itself could use some touch up, but the house really did have good bones. It also sat on a good acre of land which was a huge plus for me, and although the lawn need a little TLC, it was still a charming prospect.

The inside was the worst of it. All the walls needed repainting, and it needed a good cleaning. The floors, however were in great shape. They were a beautiful natural wood tone, like they hadn't been stained, and they added a lot of character to the house. The kitchen however, was a giant eye sore, and it need some serious updating. The cabinets were an awkward brown color that wasn't quite a dark brown, but wasn't quite a beige either. I figured I'd paint them white, and replace the laminate counter top with a nice light counter top, maybe marble, maybe granite. I wasn't sure yet. The appliances all needed to be updated the stove didn't even look like it worked. The railing on the stairs needed replaced all together. It had pretty much fallen apart. All the bathrooms need a little update, but all the plumbing worked, and the water ran, and that's what really matter. The house was structurally sound, and the inspector hadn't found any mold or leaks. I got it at a really low price, with plenty of wiggle room in my budget to fix it up. I couldn't wait to get started.

I helped the moving move most of the boxes into the detached garage, another plus, so I wouldn't have to move around them while I was fixing up the place. The only things that went inside were things that were necessary, or things I didn't want to have to move by myself later like my bed, couches, kitchen table, clothes, dishes, etc. All the things I would need to survive. Everything else would stay in boxes until the reno was complete.

After everything was unpacked and the movers were paid and tipped, I was left alone in my new house. I started to unpack my clothes and put them in the small closet in my bedroom, one of two bedrooms in the house. After a while, I got bored and decided to hook up the TV and activate the internet and cable. So I spent the rest of the night watching TV, eating a pizza I had ordered, and organizing the files that the school had sent to my laptop.

I had been hired as the newest guidance counselor at Forks High School, as well as head, or varsity, coach. As guidance counselor I was in charge of the kids with lasts name beginning with R-Z, which I hoped would be an easy load due to the uncommon letters, and the fact that there were only a couple hundred kids at the school. My first day was only three days away, and I had to get into the school and organize my office, and plan the soccer schedule, including tryouts and conditioning. The schedule the school gave me showed that there would also be meetings at least once a week, if not two or three. That meant I would have to find something for the soccer boys to do while I was in meetings. This left me hardly any time to work on the house. Suddenly, I was feeling very stressed out.

After I finished separating the student files into alphabetical order on my computer, and labeling their names onto Manila folders for the office, I decided to call it a night. I cleaned up my pizza mess, and headed upstairs, hoping to get a good nights sleep.

I was abruptly awoken by the shrill of my alarm clock. It had been three days since I first arrived in Forks, and it was now officially the first day of school. I had been in and out of my tiny office at the school, and I felt ready, or as ready as I could because who knows what the day could bring.

I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After I had showered and freshened up, I put on my nice black slacks and a clean white button up shirt. I thought I might as well make a good first impression on the students, as I would be giving presentations to a few of classes today, and the rest in the following days. I made my way downstairs and made some coffee, first having to find my coffee maker through the boxes marked 'Necessary Kitchen Stuff.' Coffee is pretty necessary if you ask me. I prepared a bagel with butter only and glanced at the clock on the microwave.

"Shit!" It was already 6:25 and I was supposed to be there by 6:30. The drive was only ten minutes, which meant I could be late, but I drive pretty fast if necessary. I had seen 2 Fast 2 Furious at least 20 times, after all.

I raced out of the house and hopped into my all black Jeep Wrangler Ultimate. I loved that car, every time I got in it I said a silent thank you to my parents for buying it for me. They were the best. With that silent thought, I turned the key in the ignition, and I was off.

I made it to the school with a minute to spare. That's some pretty impressive driving if you ask me! Four minutes! Someone call Guinness cause I'm pretty sure I just set a record.

Happy with driving skills, I proceeded to smugly get out of my car and make my way to my office. I still had and hour before the students arrived so I started to file the Manila folders I had labeled the night before, into alphabetical order in the file cabinet. I went through the stacks of paper, that thankfully were already in order, and separated them into their matching folders. That managed to kill a good twenty minutes, but I had also drank all of my coffee, as I am a coffee addict, so I went exploring to find a teacher's lounge. Everybody at administration had been too busy when I interviewed to give me a tour, so I was flying solo.

I eventually found it, and their coffee selection was pretty impressive: French Vanilla, Mocha, Hazelnut, even my favorite, Peppermint Mocha. I'm a sucker for the holidays, even if they were months away. I refilled my coffee cup and headed back to my office. I checked a few emails, and had a few kids come in early for schedule changes, and eventually the halls started to fill with kids. I could see a few students passing by through the fairly sized window on my door.

The office I had been assigned to was just off the main hallway, down a small hallway with only a few classrooms. I suppose they put me here so the students would feel like the had more privacy when they came to talk to me, but to me it felt kind of isolated. The walls were white, something I wasn't too fond of, so I had covered them with various poster, some were Forks High related, others were of colleges near the town to motivate kids to continue their education, others were motivational quotes, a lot of it sports related. It was kind of basic stuff. One wall was covered by a large bulletin board, although I'm not sure why they put it in my office and not outside of it, so all of the kids could see, not just the ones that came in. I hadn't done much to it yet, except put the athletic calendar up, as well as the club calendar. My desk sat near the middle of the small room facing a grey, uncomfortable looking couch put there for students. On my desk sat a large monitor and keyboard that all members of the staff had, excluding the janitors and lunch ladies because they had no need for them, as well as my personal laptop. A phone had been pushed to the side of the desk, and a pad of paper and pencil holder filled the other side. Over all, it was a pretty boring office, but I'm sure as time went on I would be able to add a personal touch to it.

At 7:35 I grabbed my USB memory stick and headed to my first classroom to start the presentations. I knocked before entering and it looked like the teacher had just finished taking role. I cleared my throat to catch the attention of some of the kids.

"Hey guys. I'm Emmett McCarthy. You can call me Mr. McCarthy, Mr. M, whatever, but not Emmett there is some weird school policy against and I don't want anybody getting in trouble this year." I introduced myself. The more they got in trouble, the more work there was gonna be for me.

"Some of you may even get to call me Coach, as I have also been hired for the position of varsity soccer coach." I stated as I plugged the memory stick into the computer, pulling up the power point. "But anyway, today I am here to talk to you about why you come to see me. So I've put together the most radical power point of you life. Don't get too excited!" And I began the power point.

As I was going through the slides, I began looking around the classroom trying to memorize facing that I would later put with names. Most of the guys looked bored and interested, most of the girls were drooling. I mean, I knew I was an attractive, as I'd been told before, but they all looked like they were already planning our wedding or something, it was a bit creepy.

As I continued with the presentation, my eyes fell upon the face of a young girl. A beautiful girl. She had large, mesmerizing, chocolate swirls for eyes that were full of depth. Her hair was up one of the crazy buns on the top of her head, and although I usually wasn't a fan of the particular hair style, for her it just seemed to extend her gorgeous cheek bones. Okay, now that was weird. I had never once in my life noticed a girl's cheekbones before… I then noticed her adorable button nose that was just slightly turned up at the end. She had beautiful pouty lips that were slightly parted, as if in awe, making them look even fuller. She was truly gorgeous.

Then I realized it. This girl is a student! I shouldn't be thinking about her like this, as if she was some stunning girl that I had had the pleasure of seeing at the supermarket or something. She was a student and I should treat her as such. Anything else is… well, illegal to start with. I shook my thoughts and continued with the power point as if I had never seen the girl, determined to get out of the classroom as soon as possible.

I finished the power point and handed out the papers filled with contact information for the students.

"Now, I will be handling last names R through Z, so if you ever need anything please don't hesitate to stop by! I'm here to help in whatever way I can!" I wondered if the girl was one of my students…

I answered a few questions from the kids and once they were done I raced out of the room. Unfortunately, I had more classes to visit, because all I wanted to do was run to my office and pretend that the first classroom visit had never happened. I wanted to pretend like I had never seen that girl, but for some reason I had a feeling that it was going to be easier said than done…

Chapter 2! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I received excellent feedback from you guys about the first chapter and I hope you like this one just as much. I have also posted links on my profile for first day of school outfits, cars, and Emmett's house, along with links for my other stories. Chapter 3 is on its way. I hope to finish it and post it soon! Much love!