Here it is. It's really short but I'm trying thank you to all of those who reviewed.
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~~ "Good morning Class." Edward said addressing the class. I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. Your telling me the man I wanted to strip in the back of his shiny car was my teacher! ~~
He walked towards my desk carrying a blue book. The look of shock was clearly evident on my face. He smiled and handed me the book.
"How old are you?" The words stumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. He raised an eyebrow.
"21" He said, shrugging. "Why?" He added.
"I t-thought you were a student." I stuttered. Real classy Bella. Someone in the classroom sneezed. Edward jumped like he had forgotten we weren't alone. I couldn't blame him the rest of the class failed to exist. That is until he turned and walked back to the front of the class. I sat for an hour staring at the way the muscles in his arm moved when he wrote on the board. The way his lips shaped every word he said. Listening to his occasional stutters or mispronunciations, witch he quickly fixed. I would not be able to tell you what the lesson he taught was about if my life depended on it. I started gathering my books when the bell rang.
"Bella can you stay for a minute." He asked. He didn't sound like a teacher. He sounded like a teenager. In all reality he was a teenager two years ago. I walked toward the front of the room where he was standing.
"Welcome to Fork's." He said nicely.
"There were a few essays and poems in your file. That your old school in Arizona kept." He said.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"There really good." He said. I knew what my file looked like. Straight A's, off the chart test scores, All assignments done well and on time.
"Thank you." I said blushing.
"So I don't have to worry about you bombing any tests or not turning assignments in?" He asked jokingly.
"The hot teacher never does." Did I really just say that? Please tell me I did not just say that! This would be an Ideal time for that filter I don't have to come into play.
With that lovely choice of words I turned around and left. The only subject I had before lunch was math. Perfect, something easy that doesn't require thinking. I ran through the halls making it to my next class on time thankfully. I took notes on the lesson. Though I already knew what she was talking about and exactly how it worked. But notes kept my hands busy. At lunch I sat with a boy named mark or maybe it was Mike. He talked a lot so I didn't have to provide much conversation. I drifted through the rest of my classes hoping that I would not need to see Mr. Sexy Volvo owner ever again. I got to the parking lot and realized I had successfully avoided him the entire day. I walked out of the building and saw the Greek god of perfection that Is Edward Cullen, Sitting on the hood of his lovely car.
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I know its short but it's better than nothing. There is something wrong with my computer and I'm going to try and have another chapter up by today to make up for how short it is. The more you review the more I want to update.