So I hope you liked that little steamy-ish scene! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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The next morning, I had the biggest hangover ever. I definitely remembered everything that happened. My heart rate quickened at the thought of his body on mine, him kissing me, his hand on my thigh. I shook my head hard, trying to rid the thoughts, but then got very dizzy and felt suddenly sick so I rushed to the bathroom and puked in the loo. That was basically what my morning consisted of.

By the afternoon, I had showered, dressed and managed a slice of toast. Still feeling a bit worse for wear, I decided I should probably at least draw up some rough lesson plans for the first term. My focus this year is on the A-level students' English Literature class. The Shakespeare play is Macbeth this year so that should be pretty simple, and I imagine the boys will be putting on dodgy Scottish accents. Then as the theme is the gothic era, we're also looking at Wuthering Heights and a book which is a collection of short gothic stories. I'd studied all of them at school and then at teacher training, but I was a pretty nervous about trying to portray gothic romance to a bunch of 17 year olds.

I made my way through my little flat to the dining/kitchen/sitting room. It was all open-plan apart from the bedroom and bathroom. When you walked in the door, you were in the living room and then a bit further was the kitchen and in the middle and island with some bar stools (that's the extent of my dining room). To the right of the kitchen was my bedroom which could barely squeeze a double bed and a wardrobe, and then through my bedroom was my bathroom with toilet, sink, shower and not much else. It was small, but it was home, and it was all I could afford. I always had Alice over because she lived with her family still, and although Mr and Mrs Cullen were nice, I always felt bad for imposing so Alice gave up trying to get me over and just came round mine. But for now, I got my work and spread it across the island in the kitchen, hopped onto the barstool and got to work. I had also decided to eschew Edward with a firm hand and pretend nothing had happened. I needed to responsible and grown up, not going round snogging 21 year olds fresh out of university. Now how to describe Heathcliff and Cathy's relationship…

- 1 week later -

It was 8:15 and for some reason I was still sitting in my little VW Polo, gripping the steering wheel tightly. It was Monday, first day of term, and first day of teaching. I was genuinely bricking it. I knew I had to get out and find the headmaster, then the head of English and then to my classroom which would be my office for the next year, but I couldn't move.

"Come on Bella, you can do this!" Talking to myself made me sound crazy, but it was helpful. I tried to steady my breathing, but my phone buzzed and made me jump out of my skin. I quickly picked it up and read that the text was from Alice. Although I really hated sometimes, she was my best friend and always knew when I was nervous or worried or generally in a bad mood. The text read:

Bella! Good luck today, I know you'll be fine. Call me at lunch. Let me know if there's any hot teacher's! ;) xoxo

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Not only was it funny that she wouldn't really care (her and Jasper had got a little cosy last Wednesday night), but also I don't know if I could look at any man the same again after kissing Edward. It literally was life changing, his lips were just…

"NO! Stop it Bella. Just get out the damn car." I got out of the car, got my laptop and work bag, slammed the door (probably too loudly as a few people turned their heads) and made my way towards the main building. When I got in, the reception area was all neat a tidy, with a conspicuous rubber plant in the corner of the room, attempting to make up for the lack of colour. Everything was a weird off white.

"Hi there. How can I help you?" The lady at the reception's voice seemed honest, but when I turned around the look she was giving me was definitely judgemental. Goodness knows when the last new teacher was. Probably 1987. I tried to give my brightest smile and answered.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, the new English teacher. I'm looking for the headmaster's office." The receptionist gave me a confused look and then shuffled around the desk looking for papers. She grabbed a handful then came out from the desk.

"Okay then Miss Swan, if you'll just follow me." I obediently followed, hoping we would dodge all the school corridors for now. But we didn't. On the way to the headmaster we passed nearly every single person in the whole school. I got a couple of wolf whistles from some of the younger, annoying boys, and some of the teachers gave me curious looks. But luckily the school wasn't too full, so not everyone saw me.

When we got to the headmasters office, the receptionist (Julie I think her name was) ushered me in and shut the door behind me. The headmaster, or Mr Arnold Fernie, was a middle-aged man, with balding brown hair and glasses. He seemed pleasant enough, he talked me through all the things I should do, where to go for lunches and stuff like that, but also gave me an ample warning.

"Just be careful of some of the boys Miss Swan, they can be a bit rough and cruel sometimes, but it's purely because they are boys pumped full of hormones!" He chuckled. "Ah I remember those days. So young and full of zing!" Yes, he actually said zing. He muttered about the good old days but I really wasn't listening. It was getting to 8:30 and I wanted to get in class to be ready for my first lesson. Luckily this year I didn't have a form group, but that didn't make me less uneasy. Arnold's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Anyway, off you pop. Feel free to come back after school for a chat and such. Ta ta!" And I was ushered out if his office. No directions to my class or anything. I attempted to head back where I came from, but I just ended up in the main hall. Lots of boys were around now, and I could tell I was being watched and judged but I tried to ignore them and find my way. Luckily, a fellow teacher, a science teacher but I didn't quite catch his name directed me to my class. But I found when I got there I was late and my class was full of boys staring at me as I walked in. Well I thought I was nervous before, now I'm going to have a heart attack.

I managed to find some courage and walk to my desk and face them all, not really seeing their faces.

"Good morning boys. My name is Miss Swan and I'm your new English Lit teacher this year. I hope you all have your copies of Wuthering Heights as that's what we'll begin with today. First, I'll do the register and try to remember all your names." I nervously laughed and some of the boys chuckled back. Okay, this class seems to be nice…I hope.

I sat down and loaded up my laptop to find the register. I started going down the list, looking up and as each boy said their name. As my eyes moved down, I read the name Edward Cullen and I stopped mid-sentence. Surely it wouldn't be the same Edward at the gig? Oh God, what if it was? I tentatively said, "Edward Cullen?" and looked up.

Well I might as well go to prison now.

It was him. THE Edward that had pushed me against the wall, grabbed my thigh and made me feel things I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. I looked at him and he looked straight back at me, no surprise on his face, just a smug little smile and his eyes full of knowing. I hope he hadn't told his friends.

"Yes Miss, I'm present." I very much wanted to shout, 'I know you're present, what the hell are you doing here? You're meant to be 21, not 17!' But I didn't. I looked as calmly as I could back at him, smiled and said, "Thank you Mr Cullen. George Davis?" I got a mumbled 'here' then moved down the list, trying to ignore Edward. When I finished the register, I managed to write on the board today's work and got them to crack on. When the first period has finished, the second period would be time for open discussion.

Once all questions were asked, and all mislaid books sorted, I settled down at my desk and tried not to look to the back of the class where Edward was sitting. Why didn't Alice ever mention that her brother was 17? Even a hint that he was still at school? I can't believe I had made out with a teenager. And I can't believe it was the best thing any man had given me in my entire life, and it was just kissing! I can't even begin to imagine how great it would be to have sex…

"Stop it!" I whispered to myself. A couple of the boys looked up from their work, but I gave them the famous teacher look of 'So why have you stopped working?' and they put their heads back down.

The first hour dragged by, but then suddenly I knew I had to get up and start a class discussion. I stood up from my desk and walked round to perch on my desk, trying and failing to be casual. Why did I decide to wear a pencil skirt today? I felt like I needed more clothes on when Edward was around, even though he is a student. I wanted to cry and punch things at the same time.

I drew a deep breath and tried to form some coherent words in my head.

"So class, you should have read the first few chapters of the book. Now tell me, what are your first impressions of Heathcliff?" Either, it was because I was new, because they were shy or they were just lazy, no one put their hand up. I waited a couple more seconds, about to start off the discussion myself, when a hand flew up at the back of the class. Oh God.

"Yes Mr Cullen?" Don't think of kissing him.

"Yeah, Miss Swan right?" I nodded. It was all I could manage. "Well I think he's a bit of a dick really." A lot of the boys sniggered; I could tell he was a bit of a class clown.

"Mr Cullen I would appreciate it if you didn't swear. But why do you think that?" I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping the blouse buttons wouldn't pop open. This blouse had shrunk in the wash and I thought I could get away with it. I caught Edward glancing at my chest, but he quickly looked up at me, eyes a bit darker than before.

"Well, he seems cruel, harsh and has a very dry sense of humour. I imagine that is reflective of his past, and the fact he is from Yorkshire." He laughed again, as did some of the other boys.

"Well you are partly right, but I don't think being from Yorkshire has that much to do with it." I smiled as normally as I could. "Any more suggestions?"

From then on in, the discussion went fairly well, with not so much as peep form Edward. When the bell rang for break, everyone got up and left. I had my head over my lesson plant for the next double period, and I sensed someone there. I knew who it would be.

"Mr Cullen." I tried not to put any emotion, whether it be sexually or anger related.

"Bella." He pulled the crooked, smug grin and I really wanted to slap him…and then kiss him. A lot.

"I'd rather you call me Miss Swan in school Edward." Again, I tried my best not to put any emotion into my voice, it would not help the situation.

"Apologies. I just wanted to see how you were after that Saturday night. Did you enjoy the gig?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I think we both knew what he really meant when he said gig.

"Actually, it wasn't as exciting as I thought. And I don't remember too much, vodka gives me amnesia." Damn it! This is not a conversation a teacher should be having with a student! He looked at me closely, a glimmer of doubt in his eyes, but then the smugness returned and he bent towards me so our faces were level.

"I think you rather enjoyed it Miss Swan." I could feel his breath against my face and his eyes bored into mine, dark and smouldering. I never noticed they were a dark, buttery colour. I wanted to move back, try and not tempt myself, but I couldn't move away. He looked me up and down. "And I think you should wear a skirt all the time, it brings back fond memories." Then he abruptly stood up and walked out the room.

I just sat there like a lemon for a good 30 seconds trying to restart my brain. Then realising I hadn't peed or eaten since this morning, I rushed out of the classroom and headed to the cafeteria. This was going to be the longest school term in existence.

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