A/N: Edward, you're mine baby. What do you mean no? Who is that Meyer chick?
Lust overwhelmed me, almost like a blanket thrown over my head. When she sat next to me, I almost died of embarassment. I was beyond happy to share space with her but my usually disciplined penis seemed to have a life of his own whenever she was near. Trust me, getting hard in the Principal's office with your teacher/woman of your dreams one metre from you isn't something you want to see happen.
After picturing Mr Banner in his underwear (not Miss Swan, not Miss Swan), I finally deflated and could face what would probably be a promising meeting. I must admit I had an irrational panic moment when I imagined Mr Banner could read my mind. He had seen through me and wanted to warn me that such thoughts about a teacher would not be tolerated.
Of course, it had nothing to do with that and he wanted to suggest a project he had in mind. I perked up when I understood that I would have to work on it with Miss Swan. My original shy persona seemingly disappeared, probably kicked out by the horny being I had become the last couple of days. I really surprised myself when I agreed to Banner's idea and even more when I turned to Miss Swan, begging her approval.
I felt like a million bucks when she looked at me as well. She wasn't a teacher then, she was a girl I had fallen for and who didn't know how to react to my love. I knew I was delusional and she was just thinking about her answer but I didn't care. I was encouraged further in my fantasy when she licked her lips. My hardness came back with a vengeance. Oh God, Emmett in Mum's clothes.
When Miss Swan said « she was in », I barely controlled myself. I wanted so much to kiss her at that moment I literally had to grip the seat of my chair to stay put. I also was invaded with the image of me « in » Miss Swan, right there in the office. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and tried to relax. It just wouldn't do to think that way when she was in the same room as me. I must admit Mr Banner's opinion was important to me as well, cowardly as it was.
« Well, Edward, you can go to class now. Miss Swan, would you mind guiding our new student to his History class? I'm sure Mr Johnson wouldn't resent Edward for being late if you were with him. » Mr Banner declared playfully. Did it mean that we would be alone? For minutes? Be still, my...everything.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Miss Swan finally agreed and led the way to History. The silence was painful and it broke my heart a little bit. She seemed jittery and stressed about something. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about our project...
I put our non talking to profit and detailed her face as discreetly as I could. She really had one of the most aristocratic oval face I had seen in my life. On her, it didn't appear pretentious, just beautiful and pure. Her thick mane of hair was cascading on her shoulders like liquid silk. It looked so soft. I envied the man who could caress it anytime he felt like it. Hated him actually.
At least, I knew she wasn't married. Miss means no husband. Yes, Cullen, it makes it much more acceptable to fall for your teacher. After trying to stop myself from finding ludicrous excuses like this, I realized we were in front of History class and Miss Swan would probably leave soon. I don't know where I found the courage but I finally opened my mouth.
« Thank you for coming with me. » Granted, it wasn't much but at least I had been polite and not blurted « I love you, have sex with me! » in the middle of the hall. You had to be grateful for the little things when life was hard on you.
« You're welcome, Edward. » she said in her husky voice. « I'm glad we're going to work together on this project. You sure seem interested by poetry. »,she added smiling.
« Yes, very. I really loved my classes. Paris is so...I don't know, exciting? It's such an ancient city and still very modern and aggressive. It's hard to describe it, but it sure surprised me. » I was astounded by what I had just said, I hope it didn't sound pretentious or pedantic.
She looked at me with a beautiful smile on her face and sighed shakily. « You are quite the surprise yourself, Edward. » She frowned like she had said something bad. « We'll have to talk more about this project. » and then, she knocked on the door.
As Mr Banner predicted, Mr Johnson seemed very happy to see Miss Swan, which made me dislike deeply from the very beginning. Apparently, he seemed to get the same vibe from me as he disdainfully showed me the seat I'd be occupying for the rest of the year. Pff, no Jessica or Lauren in view. Instead, I would have the honor of sharing my space with Tyler Crowley.
When the door closed, her eyes and mine met for a fleeting moment. My imagination must have been playing tricks on me because I detected longing in her expression. I probably projected my own feelings.
I was relieved and disappointed to see that we only had French on Tuesdays (yesterday) and on Fridays. Relieved because I couldn't endure any more tension and disappointed for obvious reasons. Two whole days without her smile, her fragrance, her simple presence sounded like eternity to me. It would allow me to regroup though. I couldn't follow the dangerous path of falling for my teacher, right?
Wednesday and Thursday were blurry. I went through my classes, did my homework and assignments when required and killed time, trying to focus more on my family. My mother had fortunately, and to my great relief, seen a doctor, a mister Masen who she described as a caring and interesting person. He could have been the biggest jerk on the planet, I would still be grateful to him for convincing my mother of taking sleeping pills. She had finally had a few hours sleep last night and it showed. Color had returned to her face and she seemed a little more lively than a couple days ago.
Emmett was still silent and reserved. The only difference I could see in his attitude was his poorly disguised interest in a girl from his grade. Rosalie Hell, or Hall I'm not sure. I saw him eying her avidly through the parking lot.
On Thursday night, I was starting to feel nervous about the next morning and seeing Miss Swan. I decided I had to look as good as I could and was preparing my outfit for tomorrow when I heard the phone ring. My mom picked up and started a conversation. It was probably a friend from home, enquiring about how we were.
Just as I was about to slip into the shower, with just my boxers still on, Mom knocked on my door and handed me the phone.
« Yes? Edward speaking. » I really didn't know who would call me at this time.
« Edward, hi. It's Miss Swan. »
Boxers, meet little Edward.
Wow, two chapters almost in a row. I don't know what's happening to me! I guess Edward inspires me... I have an idea of who would be Bella in this story. Not Kristen Stewart, too young. I'll put picture in my profile. Next week, BPOV. Don't forget to review!
