Bella's Point of View
"Isabella, this" Mr. Cullen set my paper on my desk, "is not historical. It's what you did last week." He looked more than annoyed. I'd been in his class for a little over a week and I'd managed to piss him off in about ten different ways.
"Last weekend was history, therefore, it's historical." I was being a smartass, something I learned he didn't appreciate. Every girl in this school wanted him because he was oh so attractive. I thought they were lying until I saw him. He made my panties drip with just that low sexy voice. It was ten times better when he was flustered. From the moment I saw him I knew I wanted him. I always get what I want in the end.
"Miss Swan, you can't write about that." His voice was full of authority.
"And why the hell not?" I added the curse word to get him going. He didn't like young women cursing. There was a lot of things I do he wouldn't approve of.
"Because I am saying you can't." He argued with me in front of a classroom, which was full.
"And I'm saying you should ask someone if last week was in the past. Do you know what their answer will be? They will say 'yes,' they will not tell you it is the present. If you think last weekend was the present and not history, well, you're a gosh darn good history teacher. Right?" I said sarcastically.
"Isabella, I don't appreciate you talking this way in my classroom."
"And I don't appreciate being in this classroom, I mean, seriously would it kill them to put more windows in here? I feel like I'm going to do an episode of 'Prison Break' in here." I heard a few girls behind me giggle uncontrollably.
"Isabella, this is not drama class," he said sternly.
"Well, apparently it's not History either, Mr. Last week is todays 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 dressed? Why? Were huge Asses the trend back then or something?
"Isabella!" Mr. Cullen shouts sounding exasperated. His bright green eyes were trained on my face.
"Yes?" I ask, innocently.
"I asked you to stop." I shrugged my shoulders at him.
"And what are you going to do about it?" I watched his jaw clench as he took three steps towards the white board.
"Okay, that's it. Everyone, class dismissed, Isabella I want to have a talk with you." I watched everyone pile out of the classroom while I sat in the front row of the class, an evil smirk spreading across my face. My plan worked. Mr. Cullen followed the last person to the door before flinging it shut. It was just he and I now. Edward took a seat on the desk directly next to mine.
"What's going on with you?" He questions suddenly. I raise my eyebrow as if I have no idea what he's talking about. "I looked up your transcript, you're a straight A student, and you're handing in papers worthy of a D." I leaned closer to the desk pushing my breasts together slightly.
"Maybe I'm just not that good at History." Mr. Cullen stifled an eye roll. "Nothing is going on," I answer deciding it was better to give him a straight answer. "It's a new class, I'm still getting the feel for it. I like to take a feel around before I get comfortable with things." I added. His eyes were still trained on my face.
That was going to have to change.
I got up from the small desk I was sitting in to walk over to his desk. It wasn't filled with pictures. No family. He didn't wear a ring, or a ring line. Not married, nor has he ever been. A Nickolas Sparks book was sitting next to a pile of tests. A romantic? I tore my gaze away from his things sitting on top of his desk letting my legs part slightly.
That got him.
Edward's Point of View
I don't even know why I asked her to stay after class. Usually I wouldn't even bother with students like this. Straight A, to a D, she's acting out, wants attention because daddy just doesn't give her enough. It's typical behavior for girls in a school like this. It's the most prestigious boarding school in the East Coast, but normally mommy and daddy don't come to visit until end of term.
I guess Mr. Lanner is rubbing off on me. Isabella got to her feet wondering over to my desk. I wondered for a moment what she was doing until she sat on my desk, her legs parting slightly. Was that intentional? I didn't have time to ponder the thought. Her skirt flew up a bit my eyes landing between her thighs.
Blue lace.
Shit, I'm a fucking pervert.
"Isabella-"
"Bella." She corrected me.
"Fine, Bella. I expect you to turn in papers that exceed my expectations. You're a smart girl, don't feel around for anything. Do the course work, and pass this class. And the behavior you are showing in here is unacceptable. I will not tolerate the back talking, or the sassy comments." She shrugged her shoulders.
"And what if I enjoy being sassy?" She questions innocently. I ran my fingers through my bronze hair.
"I will not accept it. Talking to me that way will earn you detention for a month. You don't seem to give any of your other teachers this kind of grief. Why are you giving me such a hard time?" I watched a smile play at her lips.
"Isn't it obvious?" She questions leaning forward giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. I felt my bottom half stir.
"Excuse me? I don't get what you're-"
I was cut off by a loud shrill. Isabella jumped slightly at the sound of the phone.
"Hold on." Bella shrugged as I answer the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Edward."
"Hello, Tanya."
"So I walk talking with Jane and Alec 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 it-"
"Your stuff?"
"Yes, Edward. What else was I suppose to do?"
"Keep it at 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 bout how younger girl's get violated and how-"
Drone…
"…My grandmother did the same?"
"The phone went fuzzy, can you start again?"
"While I was talking about how nice it was of Betty to bring over her baby to-"
I want to listen, really I do. My brain and ears just tend to tune her out when unwanted information gets installed. I have to work on my listening techniques.
"So it that a yes?"
"Err, yes, yes of course."
Great, I'll have the movers come over to my apartment in three days. I love you."
"Err, 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. I gave her a slight glare.
"Excuse me?" She had no right to tell me if I loved someone. I love Tanya, who the hell was she to suggest otherwise?
"You do not love this, Tanya bore." She picked up the book on my desk flipping over to read the summary of the book.
"And how do you know this? Tanya is not a bore." I felt the need to defend her in front of this student.
"I know this from you." She didn't bother to look up at me only continuing to read the summary. She seemed nonchalant by the conversation, while I was pissed off about it.
"You didn't have to say anything, it's written all over your face. You think she's the most boring person who ever lived. Kind of like Harry Potter was "The boy who lived"Tanya is 'the bore who lived." She reads? She doesn't strike me as someone who reads.
"No I do not." I got to my feet snatching the book from her fingers.
"Have you seen your face when she's talking to you on the phone? You were staring at my tits the entire time." She informs me snatching the book back to read the title before setting it back down.
"Pardon me?" Was I really staring at her tits the entire time I was talking with Tanya? Fuck, I really am a pervert.
"You weren't even paying attention to her, because you think she's a complete and utter bore." Bella crossed her legs hiding her blue lace panties.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I hissed feeling the anger reaching its boiling point.
"Don't I?" She challenged raising an eyebrow.
"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-"
"Then why'd you ask me?" She didn't give me time to finish the sentence. She had me there, why did I ask her to stay after class? "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 wherever you're going tonight, and I'll try to behave myself tomorrow, goodbye Mr. Cullen." She stood up picking up her school bag. "That book, sounds like bullshit by the way," she said walking towards the door of the classroom. "You want a really good read pick up Gerald's Game." With that she was off.
I realized I was staring at her ass the entire time.