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BPOV

I took my sweet time getting to my English class. Partly because I was dreading having to show my face to Edw- Mr. Cullen again… And it would probably piss him off that I was ten minutes late. I dabbled in the bathroom. Checking my outfit. I chose to dress a little more stylishly, hoping it looked like I wasn't completely embarrassed and heart-broken. Washing my hands for the third time, I finally left for the next hour of hell.

I wasn't disappointed. Edw- Mr. Cullen, was furious. He glared over his falling black framed glasses. "Miss Swan, my class starts a 8:30 promptly. You're ten minutes late."

I just shrugged and took my seat, pretending to look bored.

He started the lesson and never glanced in my direction. I found myself wishing he would. It was a lost cause.

When he began reading from our new story, The Fall of the House of Usher, I noticed his appearance.

He had a shadow of stubble over his jaw and upper lip. His clothes were wrinkled and his tie was crooked. He looked miserable.

Soon the bell rang and I felt remorse weigh me down. Saturday I acted like a child. I proved his point. I was so immature.

I sagged my shoulders when I was outside of the classroom and trudged all the way to Chemistry. I was a complete bitch.

Alice gave me some comfort. She knew every detail of my screw up. But she told me it was his blunder. That he pulled the rug out from underneath me. I didn't agree so much. My girlish fantasies got me into this mess. I lost him as a friend.

EPOV

Today was proof that she was never interested in me. Saturday didn't even bother her. She was sticking to the agreement we made. God, I had been so stupid. And while I looked a complete mess she was perfectly groomed and dressed to the nine.

I'm an idiot. I was expecting her to at least be a little disheveled. But she looked perfect.

I droned through the rest of the day in a haze. Not really listening to my students. I stayed in my classroom through lunch, still too hungover and depressed to eat. Plus I was avoiding her, not wanting to see her carrying on with life like I was just her teacher.

I decided to leave when school was out. Fuck sitting at my desk for another hour grading papers.

As I opened the door to my Volvo I looked out at the parking lot. And without thinking I spotted her next to her rusty beat up Chevy, but she wasn't alone.

Bella was talking to him, smiling and standing a little too close. Her eyes flickered up and met mine from across the lot. But she looked away quickly and smiled wider at the guy next her. He lifted his hand up and pushed her hair behind her ear. She ducked her head down, cheeks blazing. What did this prick want?

I pushed my glasses up on my nose and willed myself to calm down, as to not go over and piss on her leg and beat the shit out of the guy. She wasn't mine. She was simply flirting with someone her age. The right thing to do. Not waste her youth on a pervert teacher that's border lining obsessed.

The guy wasn't bad looking. Blonde hair, tall and a bit muscular. A jock.

Once he left Bella was all smiles and giddy. But her face went blank as she looked over at me again. Her faced contorted and she slumped her shoulders a little and climbed into her truck.

I waited until she left to drive home, listening to 10 Years' Wasteland the whole way.

My night was accompanied by JD, an old joint I found from my college days in a tin box in the back of the hall closet and A Perfect Circle.

So drunk, stoned and whimpering edgy lyrics I sat in my arm chair praying that I would fall into a black hole that would appear in the floor. Sucking me into hell, where demons would skewer me for wanting a student.

But instead I fell into another blackness.

The next couple of days I pretended to be fine. Not looking at Bella and teaching.

I stupidly chose to go eat in the cafeteria at the faculty table and saw her… Sitting with the blonde guy. He held her hand atop the table and cracking jokes to her. She was giggling, happy.

My hands balled into tight fists as I watched them. My vision hazed, red around the edges. My fingers itched to wrap around the kid's neck. I wanted him dead for touching her. Then I saw it. His lips brushed over her's. A deep growl ripped from my chest and I bolted out of the cafeteria. Images of them together, his hands all over her and them kissing, clothes coming off, flooded my mind. I couldn't stop them from playing over in my head.

I got to my classroom, slamming the door and taking my anger out on the contents on my desk. I screamed and seethed, wrecking my organized papers and anything in reach. Finally my legs gave out and I collapsed between my desk and the swivel chair. This… this girl was ruining me. I had told her to not see me as I wanted her to see me. As a man, not a teacher. It was my fault she was with that little punk. I gritted my teeth and swallowed the lump in my throat.

I would get over her. I would be her fucking teacher. She wouldn't break me. I refused it.

I spent the rest of lunch cleaning up my mess and finished just as students filed in.

At home I put on nothing but angry music and made quick friends with a bottle of Bacardi. Then I got in the shower and scrubbed every part of my body roughly, washing away everything.

BPOV

Mike kissed me! I froze after he pulled away and started a conversation with Tyler Crowley about football.

We had went out to the movies for a date in my attempt to steer clear of Edward. Mike and I never discussed what we were, but I just went along, my mind elsewhere. I guess we were an item now. I sighed looking over at Alice across from me and she gave me a encouraging smile. I scooted closer to Mike and he put his arm around my waist. I was disappointed there was no jolt of electricity as I once felt with Edward, but pushed that feeling down and distracted myself with plans with Alice for the weekend.

Every morning I dreaded first period and was tardy almost everyday. Finally the next week, I came in five minutes late and Edward called me over before I could sit down.

"Miss Swan, that's six unexcused tardies. I'm giving you after school detention for three days to make this up. I expect you in this room promptly at three-twenty five on the dot. If you're late, Saturday detention in the auditorium will be on your schedule. Is that understood?" he asked stiffly, not looking up from his lesson plan.

I sighed and gave him a quiet "yes sir", then went to my seat. Great, now I would be spending an hour alone with him for three days. God loved seeing me squirm.

After school I silently entered the room and sat in my desk. Edward looked up and then back down at his papers. After a while again he peered at me over his glasses. "Don't you have work?" he asked distantly.

"No, I have independent study, Mr. Cullen."

He let out a whoosh of air and stood, gathering a stack of papers. Once he was beside me he put them on top of my desk along with an answer key. Then, without a word he went back to his own desk, starting on essays.

As I graded I stole glances of him. I noticed his shirt was unbuttoned, the tie hanging undone around his neck. When he caught me looking I flushed and went back to marking papers.

"Can you tell me why you're always late?" he asked suddenly.

My head snapped up and I slowly shrugged.

"That boy must have you running for class every morning, then."

My mouth hung open. "That is none of your business!"

"It is if you're going to be tardy and disrupt the class!"

He stood, hands flat on his desk, face red and jaw clenched. I mirrored him.

"You tell me to acknowledge you as my teacher and you want to get into my personal life? You are such a hypocrite!" I hissed, stomping over to him, getting right in his face. "You tell me to respect you, to keep this strictly student/teacher and then you go off about Mike?! So you get to cross the professional line, but I can't?" I screamed, poking him in the shoulder.

His nostrils flared and his hands curled into fists. "I'll be here tomorrow, on time, Mr. Cullen," I sneered as I turned, grabbed my bag and left to the parking lot.

I slammed my truck door and hit the steering wheel. I went to start the engine, but instead of the deafening roar, it sputtered. I tried several times before banging my head on the wheel and calming my ragged breathing. I listened to the rain pelting bullets against the glass and closed my eyes.

Finally I got out and started my trek home in the freezing down pour. I was soaked after only a few steps.

I heard a familiar purr of a car and looked to see the Volvo slow down beside me. The window rolled down. "Get in, I'll drive you home," he sighed. I ignored him. He still crawled along side me.

"Look, I'm sorry. I haven't been doing well and it wasn't fair to take it out on you. Please just get in before you get hyperthermia." I still didn't respond.

I heard him get out of the car and then he was standing in front of me. "Please. Just let me drive you home."

I looked up at him, blinking through the rain. "You are seriously giving me whiplash. You tell me one thing and then do another. You want us to be professional, then you get into my affairs. What is your problem?"

He looked around then hunched his shoulders. "I know it's not appropriate for me and you to be friends. Because it's impossible for us to be friends."

I was so confused about his statement. I furrowed my brow. Then suddenly he grabbed my face and his mouth was crashing into mine. I immediately dropped my book bag and wrapped my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to get more of him. He groaned and thrusted his tongue into my mouth. God. He tasted like coffee and peppermint. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pushed me back against his car.

I gasped for air as he stepped away, panting and drenched.

"Let me take you home, please."

I blinked, trying to restart my brain. "Sure."

He picked up my bag and helped me into the passenger seat, throwing my bag in the back. My body went into shock as the heater blasted from the vents, stinging my face and hands.

The two minute trip, thanks to his speeding, was silent. When he put the car in park on my street I looked over at him. He stared with a worried face.

"Um, thanks…" It was so awkward and our teeth were chattering. I went to open the door, but he touched my arm. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.

"It's Friday, Edward…"

"Oh, well maybe we could go to the diner, talk this out?"

I sighed. "Alice and I have plans. Maybe Monday during detention…"

He nodded and leaned over, eyes piercing mine and gently kissed my lips. I must've been bright red when I got out with my bag and headed to the house. He waited until I was inside before driving off. Jesus Christ, my head was spinning, my heart was in my throat and my lips were tingling.

"WHAT?!" Alice squealed. "He kissed you in the rain? That is so romantic! Was it Oscar winning?"

I laughed. "Yes he did. Yes it was. And more like Golden Globe."

She trilled and bounced, but then froze in mid running man. "Uh, what about Mike?"

I groaned. "Can you just tell him I'm a lesbian in the closet?" She snorted.

"You got to break it off. You have your dream guy, naughty school girl."

I rolled my eyes. Great. I had to dump Mike…

Alice and I stayed up trying to catch flying popcorn we aimed at each other and watched her collection of John Hughes movies.

Monday was surely to be full of drama and heat. I prayed mostly for heat…

Again so very, very, very sorry for the long wait. My pc finally quit PMSing and aloud my to get on the internet. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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Luna