First off, thank you guys so much for all the favorites and follows and of course the comments! It means so much to me! You guys are my inspiration! Next, and this is really random, but I just thought I'd throw it out there. I do realize that Emmett's original surname is McCarty, but my computer always autocorrects it to McCarthy, and I got tired of changing it, so I decided to leave it that way. Trust me when I say, if it bothers you, it bothers me ten times more, but I'm lazy and I accept that. Also, the comma button on my laptop is sticking, so if there are any commas missing know that it is not because I'm not attempting to put them in, it is simply because the stupid button won't budge! Anyways, Xoxo!
P.S. This chapter is kind of short… sorry!
When first block was over, I met up with Rose at the locker that we shared. Unfortunately Ali's locker that she shared with Jasper was at the other end of the hall, and Edward, who had gotten one all to himself, never used his anyways, figures.
"So, did the new counselor come and talk to you guys?" Rose asked.
"Um, yeah." I responded.
"Well," she looked at me like she was expecting me to say more. "What did you think?"
"Oh, uh, he seemed nice." I replied shortly, not wanting to convey what I really thought. I blushed and looked down.
"Nice? You thought he seemed nice?! Bella, that man is some serious eye candy!"
"Rose! That's totally illegal! And gross."
"Bella, it's only illegal if you do… stuff. Not if you find him attractive. Duh." She rolled her eyes.
"Well, it's still weird." I said trying to cover up the fact that I totally agreed with her. He was more than 'serious eye candy.' That man was beautiful.
"Bella! You're totally blushing! Oh my goodness, someone has a crush!" She said laughing and poked me in the side, causing me to jump.
"Rosalie! I do not have a crush! That is wrong on so many levels!" I denied, although she could probably tell I was lying. She always knew.
"Mhm, whatever you say, Bella." And with that she went off to her next class. I was left just standing there and after a long, frustrated grown into my locker, I decided to just forgot about Emmett McCarthy and get to class. So that's what I did.
School carried on as usual. I attended all four of my classes. We only have four classes because each class is an hour and forty-five minutes long. The exception being Wednesday, when we had an hour-long study hall, and all the other classes are shortened. At lunch I sat with Ali, Jazz, Edward, Rose, Angela, Mike, and Jessica at a large round table in the middle of the long cafeteria. Thanks god for Jessica, because she tried to keep Mike as engaged as possible, so he didn't really pay attention to me. I just stared out the tall windows that filled the north wall of the room. Everybody was talking about their new classes, teachers, and schedules. Some complaining about the people in the class, and some ecstatic to have classes with friends. I however, remained quite and listened to them all talk excitedly.
The day passed slowly, as all days at school did and everybody raced out of the building as the last bell rang. I gathered my things, and slowly made my way into the hall, trying not to get toppled over. Unsuccessfully, I might add, because right as I entered the busy hallway, I was smacked with a backpack sending me forward and sending all of my books crumpling to the ground. Reaching down to get them was pointless because I would inevitably be beaten to the ground by the parade of monkeys, known as my classmates. I waited for the hall to clear out before attempting to reach for my stuff. Just as I was bending down to gather my things, a voice called to me.
"Excuse me. Could you give me a hand?" Just my freaking luck. Mr. McCarthy. Curse my fate. He was carrying more things that humanly possible in his strong, wide arms. Stop it, Bella. Be cool. As if that was possible.
"Yeah, uh. Sure!" I said, a little too enthusiastically. Oh god. I sounded pathetic, like a shy school girl does when her crush finally realizes that she exists… Kind of the same situation, Bella. I thought. I inwardly scolded my conscience for thinking such things.
"You know, actually you look like you've got a lot of things to carry yourself. Could you just maybe catch the door for me?" He requested, sounding much cooler than myself.
"Of course." This time I made sure to respond almost nonchalantly. I turned and followed him to the nearest door, one that lead to the teacher's parking lot, which was just a few steps down the hall. I maneuvered around him and held open the heavy glass door. "Here you go."
"Thank you, …" I assumed he was expecting my name.
"Uh, Bella. Bella Swan." I replied looking down, hoping I wasn't blushing.
"Well, thank you, Ms. Swan." He had a smile in his voice. That must mean I'm blushing. I inwardly groaned. I just couldn't act normal in front of him. "Hey, you're an S. Maybe I'll see you in my office some day, not for anything bad, of course."
Short and sweet. Man I needed to stop hanging out with Jake so much. I thought.
With that Mr. McCarthy left and I turned around to head for my truck which was parked on the opposite side of the school. I made it to 'The Beast' as I lovingly referred to it as, in just a few minutes. It had been a long day and I couldn't say that I was sad to see it go. I just hoped tomorrow would bring less temptations and more socialization with people of my own age…
Emmett POV
The end of the day also brought with it the end of the dreaded presentations. Although, next week I along with the other counselors would have to give another presentation about the syllabus, student handbook, and general rules and regulations. I wasn't as apprehensive about that, since I would have the back up of the other counselors, who I had learned were pretty cool. Mrs. Patterson, an older clean-looking, skin and bone type woman with a full head of short, perfectly straight, white hair, proved helpful when I couldn't figure out the stupid copy machine. And the other counselor I had met, Ms. Bruington, a young, curly-haired red-head with an underlying hippy vibe, invited me to eat lunch with her when I had awkwardly entering the staff cafeteria. I just hoped they both had a great work ethic and that it all wouldn't fall on my shoulders.
Unfortunately, with the first day came all sorts of first day things: schedule changes, new students that weren't in the system already, etc. This might not mean much to some people, but to me it meant taking a bunch of work crap home and spending hours finishing it and reorganizing it. Crap. Just crap.
I gathered all of my things, and there was a lot of things, and made my way to the staff parking lot. I was having a bit of a hard time keeping everything situated nicely in my arms. I scanned the hall looking for any leftover teachers or students. I noticed a small figure with impossibly long brown hair.
"Excuse me. Could you give me a hand?" The girl stood up and turned around. I wondered if karma was taking this opportunity to bite me in the ass. It was the girl, the beautiful girl from earlier in the morning.
"Yeah, uh. Sure!" Even her voice was beautiful. She seemed soft-spoken and shy. She was staring at ground, as if she was embarrassed. Now that she wasn't hidden behind a desk I could see her entirely. She was small, barely 5'4 and she couldn't weigh more than 120. She was wearing a short polka dot skirt that accentuated her long legs. The blue-green color of it seemed to make her creamy skin glow. She had on a white sweater, and although it was a loose sweater not meant to be too showy, it hinted to the slight curves lying underneath it. She was just as beautiful now as she had been this morning. While examining her, I noticed the pile of books and binders she held in her own hands.
"You know, actually you look like you've got a lot of things to carry yourself. Could you just maybe catch the door for me?" I really didn't think it was possible for me to open it for myself with everything considered.
"Of course." She replied coolly. If she had been embarrassed before, she wasn't anymore. She followed behind me, no matter how much I wish it had been the other way.
What the hell, Emmett. Now you just sound like some freaking creepy old guy.
I shook off the thought.
When we reached the door, the girl moved in front of me and pushed open the large glass door.
"Here you go."
"Thank you…" I decided I need to know her name. Maybe she was one of my students, but when I thought about it that would only make the situation worse. How to Deal With Being Attracted to One of Your Much Younger Students 101 wasn't exactly a class most colleges offered.
"Uh, Bella. Bella Swan." Bella. I liked it. It fit her. I knew from my World Culture's class way back when that Bella meant beautiful. Bella ragazza. Beautiful girl.
"Well, thank you, Ms. Swan." Bella ragazza. I smiled."Hey, you're an S. Maybe I'll see you in my office some day, not for anything bad, of course." I take it back. This isn't karma. This had got to be some sick, twisted kind of fate.
"Sure, sure." With that we parted ways. Me going to my Jeep and I'm sure her returning to her vehicle in the student parking lot.
It had been a pretty crazy day, and I was just ready to get home to my poor, neglected house as I hadn't had any time to do any work on it. I was ready to attempt to put this day behind me. You can always start fresh tomorrow, I told myself, start fresh and forget that girl. Focus on work and the house. Hell, focus on the soccer team if you need to. Just forget her. I repeated this over and over. This is going to be a much longer year than anticipated…
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