OK, my darlings, here is my second chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter 1. This chapter's song is "Lets Get It On". I couldn't find a place to incorporate it into the plot, but just remember the song :)

As always, I do not own Twilight. However, I wish I owned a Robward.

Chapter 2

EPOV

Dear God. Its Verona, the exotic performer from last night. What is she doing in my classroom?

God, I will do anything, but please don't let her be one of my students. Hopefully, she just ran into the wrong classroom.

Shit. She is talking to me.

"Um, are you Professor Cullen?"

"Yes", I answered, my voice sounding high pitched and even cracking slightly. Way to be smooth

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure this is the right class", she said, her voice gentle.

She slowly made her way to the back of the class, and all I could do is look at her hair as it swayed with her every step.

What's wrong with me? I can't remember what I was doing before she ran into my classroom. It's like I see her, and I forget everything. Oh yeah, I was calling attendance.

I turn to the small class, about twenty students.

"Ok, everyone calm down. Lets get back to where we were before our little interruption."

I could see her blush at my comment. Wow, that blush was wonderful. It spread across her face ever so gracefully.

"Pattinson?"

"Here."

"Stewart?"

"Here."

"Swan?"

"Here."

She spoke quietly, her voice barely audible. I looked down at her name. Swan, Isabella Marie. Isabella. What a wonderful name. I have to get over this. If I am going to be able to have her as a student, this has to stop.

"Ok students, lets go over the syllabus. I know the rumors that are going around. Yes, this is going to be a difficult class. Yes, the work load is going to be heavy. But I think it will really improve your writing, or at the very least, let you know what your weaknesses are."

The class groans in unison, making me chuckle. Its going to be interesting to see when they leave their little bubble of college, and enter into the real world. God knows I was in no way prepared for what hit me after graduation.

I continued to go over the syllabus, but I can't concentrate. My gaze continually shifts towards the back of the room, where Isabella is sitting. She has her hair down, her soft brown curls partially hiding her face.

The fifty minute class period appears to last forever, but at last its over. I am conflicted right now, because I don't know if I should confront Isabella about last night, or simply not mention it. Its probable that she didn't even see me, because the club was very dark.

I notice she leaves in a hurry, exiting the door as fast as she came in. I need to go talk to my advisor, because I know he will surely know what to do.

I collect my paperwork and am about to leave the classroom, when a student comes up to me to discuss some of the items on the syllabus.

It takes ten minutes until I am finally out of the classroom, but during that time I decided to go talk to my advisor right now. I have to decide what to do before next Wednesday, when I have Isabella in class once again. I start for the first floor, where Professor Banner's office is at.

If anyone knows what to do in this situation, its surely him.

As I near the door, I hear some strange sounds coming from his office. Professor Banner is very eccentric for a man his age. Perhaps he is listening to some new age music?

I hope I am not interrupting anything.

BPOV

Why does shit like this always have to happen to me?

I see a man that absolutely fucking captivates me with his eyes alone, and he turns out to be my fucking teacher. And of course he recognizes me as the stripper from last night. I see it in his eyes. Shiznit.

Well, this is not good. I was totes looking forward to this class, and now I have to drop it.

Edward Cullen is a writing genius, and the university is lucky he accepted a job teaching here for a semester as a writer in residence. He wrote his first bestseller at the age of 20, had it published when he was 22, and by the age of 24 was an internationally acclaimed literary figure. Now, at the age of 28, he was teaching here.

Yeah, I googled that shit.

But I had no idea emerald eyes was going to be my teacher. What the fuck am I going to do now? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and this class could improve my writing totes much.

I quickly walk to the seat in the very back, and hope the earth could just open right now and swallow me, Ninja Turtles backpack and all. As I sit down, I look at him and finally see him for the first time.

Alice was right. He is super delicious.

He has long lashes that perfectly frame his emerald eyes. He stubble covers a perfect, manly, chin. And, oh that jaw. You could fucking cut the balls off a rhino with that jaw.

The class continues like every other class on the first day of semester. He hands out the syllabus and discusses what we will be doing this semester.

And of course, the rumors are right. He is a fucking hardass. Now I am starting to regret enrolling in this class.

But I can't drop it now. It will make him think that its because of him.

I am not ashamed of what I do for a living, and Professor Cullen seeing me strip is not reason enough for me to drop this class. Of course, I don't go telling everyone that I am a stripper, but if someone finds out I am not going to deny it. Hi, my name is Bella Swan and I am a stripper at the Red Dog. Oh, and by the way, my best friend is a raging homo, also known as Jacky Noire. I don't think that is an acceptable introduction, even for me.

Stripping pays for my tuition and rent, and without it I wouldn't be able to study. I am here with an academic scholarship, but it only covers half of my tuition. Charlie and Renee, my parents, help me with what they can, but a police chief in a small town doesn't make that much.

I started stripping my freshman year, after Jacob recommended the job. He had moved out to Seattle during our junior year of high school, after he came out of the closet. The elders of the tribe were not happy with his lifestyle choice, and Jacob moved out to avoid any more problems. I was totes sad when he moved, because he had been my best friend in Forks.

But anyways, one day he went with his friend Laurent to the Red Dog, who worked there as Lauren. He saw the job Lauren did and absolutely fell in love with the idea of being a Drag Queen. And the rest is history.

By the time I moved to Seattle as a freshman, he was the head bitch in charge at the Red Dog. I tried working as a waitress the first few weeks, but that was complete shit. And then Jacob suggested working at the Red Dog, and I have never regretted accepting the job.

But anyways, I need to concentrate on class.

I can feel Professor Cullen looking at me, and its making me totes uncomfortable. He is probably imagining me without clothes, that perv. Good thing I wore my hair down today, it makes a good curtain for my face.

Thats the one thing I hate about stripping. I hate seeing guys from the club in public. Just because you saw my lovely lady lumps once doesn't give you permission to rape me with your eyes. Men can be real pigs sometimes.

The class seems to last for ever and then some, but its finally out. I book it towards Banner's office, because that fucker probably knows what to do in a situation like this one. I make it to his office in record time, faster than a horny cheetah.

I barge in, hopefully he doesn't have anyone in there. If he does, its going to be a bitch to try to explain why I just ran in without knocking.

Luckily, no one is in there.

"Banner, I got a totes huge problemo."

"Bells, whats wrong?", he says, looking at me from over his glasses. When he does this, it makes me think of Santa Clause. Except I would never fuck the brains out of Santa. What would Mrs. Clause say?

"Well you know how I am taking that class with Professor Cullen?"

"Oh yes, Edward Cullen. He is a wonderful young man." What is he, a one man Edward parade?

"Well that young man, Banner, saw me stripping at the Red Dog last night!"

"Bella, you should know by now its a problem that will arise. Being close to campus, lots of students and instructors go there."

"I know that Banner, but I have never had one of my professors see me! I can handle the horny motherfucking frat boys that sometimes are in my classes, but not my actual teacher! And whats worse, this will make him take me less seriously. How can you take someones work seriously and unbiased after you saw their lady bits?"

God, Banner is getting to my last nerve. That motherfucker is looking all smug and shit.

"Bella, if you look at this predicament you are in, its really quite comical", he says, his lips wanting to curl into a smile.

"How the fuck is it comical?"

"Bells, really, don't worry to much about it. I will talk to Cullen, and make sure things stay professional between you two."

"Ok", I say, defeated. I will just leave this up to papa Banner. He can talk to emerald eyes.

"And Bells, you look really sexy when you are mad."

God, only Banner would be thinking about sex at a time like this. Sometimes I feel like I am the older one in the relationship. Banner is always ready and willing for some "sexy time".

"Come on Bells, you need to relax a tiny bit", he says, signaling me to go sit on his lap.

I go and sit, but continue to act mad.

"Bells, you look quite sexy when you are pouting."

"Hmm, really? You are a horny bastard, Banner."

We start making out, and pretty soon things get hot and steamy. Thats the thing about me and Banner. We really don't have a sentimental relationship, its more of a friends with benefits type of agreement. Banner and I don't have much in common, besides having amazing sex, but he is a really good listener. I can go talk to him about anything,and he always has a solution. I guess thats the good thing of being like a gazillion years old, you learn a few things along the way.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

"Shit, Banner! What am I going to do?", I ask, trying to straighten my clothes out.

"Just sit in the chair, and pretend you were talking about some class with me."

"The person knocking has to be a real dipshit to believe that we just talking. My hair looks like a fucking rats nest because you have some weird fetish with touching my hair while we make out, and you have lip gloss all over your face."

"Try to compose yourself, I will get them out of here as soon as possible and we can go back to were we where."

I got up from Banner's lap, and moved to the chair across his desk. He got up, straightened his clothes, and went to get the door.

From behind me I heard him say, "Ah Professor Cullen, its a pleasure to see you once again."

Jesus Christ Superstar, its Cullen.

EPOV

It's official. In a past life I must have been an axe murder, because the cosmos are conspiring against today.

As I enter the office of Professor Banner, my gaze immediately falls on Isabella. She is sitting, looking a little frazzled.

"Professor Cullen, please take a seat. I believe you met Bella already?"

"Yes, Isabella Swan. She was just in my class." God, what is wrong with me? My voice cracked once again. Its like I am a prepubescent boy all over again, talking to his first crush.

"It's Bella, not Isabella", she says, blushing so wonderfully once again.

"Ok, Bella, its a pleasure to be officially introduced to you." Ok, that came out a little smoother.

"Well Professor Cullen, what brings you to my office today?", Banner asks, in that imposing voice of his. I think he can give Morgan Freeman a run for his money.

"Umm...Professor Banner, this is a personal problem I would like to discuss with you in private."

"Is it about Bella being a stripper, Professor Cullen?", Banner asked curtly. Hell, that old man cut straight to the chase.

"Well, to be frank, it does concern Bella's occupation. I have heard many praises for Bella's works from colleges of mine in the English department, and I would like to have the pleasure of Bella being my student. If she is comfortable with it, of course."

"I think its possible for Bella to remain in your class, as long as the relationship between you two is strictly professional. Bella, would you like to remain in Professor Cullen's class?"

"Yes.", she answered, her voice no longer gentle, but assertive.

"Very well, its decided. And Professor Cullen, I ask for discretion on your part. Bella is a student I have grown quite close with during her time her at the university, and I would not like her to be hurt by anything or anyone."

"Of course, I would never do anything to hurt Bella."

"With that settled, Professor Cullen, I will see you at the department meeting tomorrow."

I got up, and let myself out of the office quickly. That was interesting, to put it mildly. It appears Bella is more complex than what I originally thought. Not only is she a stripper, but she also is in a relationship with old man Banner. I know that they were trying to act like nothing had been going on before I entered, but it was quite obvious. Both of them looked out of breath.

I now know both of Bella's secrets, which I am willing to bet not many people know. With what I learned today, many people would try to stay away from Bella. However, it made me even more intrigued to get closer to her.

OK, loves, what did you guys think of this chapter? There was sexy time in this chapter, but not between the two people we hope hook up. Perhaps next chapter? Review, and maybe I can make it happen.

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