Forbidden Flirtation
Chapter 1: Pleasantly Wrong
A/N: If I see a song quote that I like and fits in with the chapter, I'll put it here. (: Oh, and since Bella is a teacher, she does wear her glasses and does not dress in anyway that would provoke inappropriate thoughts. Haha.
Song Quote: "Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I never should have thought of you." -Paramore, 'I Caught Myself'
"Okay, class. Today, I will be assigning books to everyone to read for the end of the semester test. You have two weeks to read it, so I don't want to hear any complaining." I passed out copies of Wuthering Heights to everyone; it was my all time favorite. I heard quiet groaning, so I added, "It's either this, or we have to work every day of the two upcoming weeks. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not grade that many papers before Christmas." A chorus of thank you's and such sounded throughout my classroom in a low murmur.
I retrieved the first stack of novels off my desk and handed them to each student on the row closest to the door. I picked up the next five and strolled down the row beside the first, giving each kid their copy. When I got to my best student, he brushed his hand against mine ever so slowly, grabbing the book and placing it on his desk. I could feel my face heat up at the subtle notion as I made my way back to my chair.
It had been like this for the last few days - a small smile here and there, a mischievous glint in his eye; a gaze that seemed to last forever as I sat quietly, pretending to work; a compliment that came out of nowhere, like "You're hands are extremely soft, Miss Swan" with an underlying meaning. Each one of them brought a blush to my pale face, and I knew he understood what he was doing to me and that he enjoyed it a great deal. I also knew that he probably told all of his friends, who got a real kick out of it. I was just another one of the teenage guys' jokes, but I was perfectly okay with that. It wasn't supposed to bother me because I wasn't supposed to care.
I finished passing out the paperback copies and began packing up my things, for the bell would be ringing any second, signaling the end of the long school day. One student was hovering by the door a few minutes after the bell as I stood up to leave, and I had been wishing he would go - not because of a dislike for him, but because of the way he knew just how to make me flustered.
"I'm sorry to keep you any longer, Miss Swan, but I was wondering if you were going to assign any extra credit for this novel."
I nodded, pushing my glasses up on my nose. "Yes, of course, but there's no need for you to do it. You have excellent grades in my class."
"I know, but I really want to get into a good college. Extra credit just gives me a boost."
I grinned ever so slightly. "Okay, then. Will do. I'm glad you're worried about school at such a young age."
He leaned against the doorframe, blocking me from the escape I so longed to make. "You know, I'm not that young, Miss Swan. I'm actually way more mature than guys my age."
"I'm sure you are. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get home and finish grading these papers." I sounded a tad rude, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be caught in a situation that I didn't need to be, especially with someone as handsome and god-like as this perfect pupil. Ugh, I was already thinking about him in an inappropriate manner.
"Of course. Need I apologize again?" he asked in a sarcastic but sweet manner, matching me stride for stride as we walked down the short hallway to the double doors.
He opened the heavy metal entryway for me, and I replied, "No, Jasper. The only thing you need to do is hop on that little red Ducati and speed home."
I walked off, my laptop bag on one shoulder and my purse on the other, while I pulled out the keys to my Mercedes - a gift from Alice and Rosalie - and slid into the driver's seat. I looked in my rearview mirror just in time to see a glum expression on his face as he kicked a rock down the front steps and made his way to his motorcycle. I suddenly felt bad for hurting his feelings, but then I told myself that I didn't need to be worrying about such trivial things. He was my student; I was his teacher. It doesn't say it in the handbook, but I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to care about how the other manages their life. I sighed, starting up my car and driving home.
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Beep, beep, beep. My alarm clock awoke me once again from a pleasantly wrong dream.
I was laying there on my bed, wearing practically nothing, as two large hands massaged their way up my legs. He was getting closer and closer to the place I so wanted him to be, but he continued to stop and place kisses around my calves and knees. He was teasing me, and there was nothing I could do about it. He finally made his way up to my thighs, where he hooked his forefingers into my lace panties and pulled the thin fabric off, leaving me in just a black bra. He kissed each one of my inner legs, and I wound my hand into his luscious hair, urging him closer to my center. He smiled as he blew cool air over my core, and I bucked my hips up into his face.
"Jasper…" I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to have him inside of me.
I groaned as I threw my head into my pillow, hating myself for even subconsciously dreaming of it. I pulled myself out of bed and trudged into my en suite bathroom, shedding my clothes and stepping into the hot shower. I let the warm water soothe my muscles and relieve the tension in my body. I felt even better when my worries began to melt away. I grabbed a washcloth out of the small linens closet outside of the glass stall and let it gently glide over my skin in a soft, sensual way. Jasper. His name came to mind once more, as did my apprehension for that particular class period. I quickly finished lathering my body and massaging shampoo into my hair, already eager to get the day over with.
I dressed in a simple black pant suit, sliding on my black kitten heels. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, letting my natural waves take effect. I grabbed my cell phone and walked into my open kitchen area, setting it down and grabbing a cup of coffee. I drank it hastily, retrieved my purse and laptop from the living room, and left my small, two bedroom house. I hopped into my car and sped off down the street to school, hoping that Jasper would not be in class today, but knowing that he never missed.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Review it! I actually wrote this while I was really tired. Well, I just finished, and it's like one in the morning, so it may not be my best work! (: Let me know what you think.
