**Disclaimer** Nothing is mine! All the credit goes to Mrs. Meyer for creating such wonderful characters for us to play with. If you recognize something, it isn't mine! I read a lot of fan fics and can't keep straight where I got some ideas from!

Thanks for the adds jaydenlove247, SkylerBlack, and GretchenRussell

SkylerBlack - I'm not going to give away where I have the story going yet, but there more than likely be some scenes like you're describing. :)

The rest of the day went as expected. My classes were along the human resources pathway. I knew based on my physical age, I would never be able to teach anywhere longer than a year, but I had started thinking about writing textbooks to be used in schools. Something that took a more balanced approach on what really happened, not the politically correct viewpoint that the modern books seemed to be filled with. In order to do that, I needed to immerse myself in a system that was all about giving back. These classes could still teach this old vampire a thing or two.

As I was pondering this instead of taking notes, the teacher, who happened to be smarter that she looked, called me on it.

"Mr. Whitlock, may I ask what is so inspiring that you can spend time thinking about it instead of paying attention in class? You do know that an exception was made for you and your family to get into this program. You need to prove yourselves to stay in it," she said.

At this, I knew I needed to pull in some of the southern charm that the girls said worked so well when I was in trouble. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was actually thinking of how I am going to be using these classes to further me along in my desire to become a writer," I said without thinking.

"How is it that the human resources pathway is going to help you become a writer. There are far better suited classes for this," she tersely replied.

"Well Ma'am," I began. "I plan on writing historically accurate textbooks to be used in schools. You know, there is a vast difference in the way history is told depending on the writer, and the current political climate? I plan on finding the historical documents, when they are available, and writing a textbook series to be used in schools is my desire. Since I have a passion for history, I find it disappointing and downright disgraceful that the absolute truth isn't told in books. Sometimes, it is just this side of being an outright lie. I plan on changing that," I replied. I would have been blushing had I been human, I just hoped that this wasn't too forthcoming.

"Very well, Mr. Whitlock. Just make sure you pay attention to the lesson, and ponder your future endeavors on your own time," she replied as the bell rang.

I jotted down the homework for the night, and quickly exited the class. It wouldn't do any good for me to linger in the room. I didn't need her scrutinizing me any more than she already was.

I stopped by my locker on the way out to deposit the books I would not need for homework that night, then picked up my helmet and riding jacket. Not that I needed them, but it would look odd if I didn't wear them. I lingered, watching some of the kids leaving to go home and decided to observe them for a few minutes. I was soaking in their feelings of excitement. The new school year seemed to bring out the best in these young humans. I was so absorbed with the feelings and watching, that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings.

"So Jasper, any predictions on how long it takes Edward to let me near Nessie tonight?" Jake asked.

"No bet, Jake. You aren't getting anywhere near her for at least a few days. You have no idea how upset he was at lunch." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. "Just because Renesmee is looking older, doesn't mean she still isn't his little girl. You have to let him get used to the idea that she is aging much faster than a normal child. In his mind, she is still way too young to be dating. Play the gentleman for a while, it will smooth the pathway for your first official date," I prompted.

Since Renesmee was finally looking like a teenager, Edward and Bella had decided to let the imprint between their daughter and Jake take the reins in their relationship. Edward was still being stubborn about it, convinced that somehow Ness would get hurt. While they still hadn't gone on an official date, it wouldn't be long if their emotions were correct.

"Speaking of that," Jake started. "I was thinking of doing the high school thing, and asking her to the football game Friday night and to the dance after."

The squeal that we then heard alerted us to the fact that Alice not only knew, but was waiting for this to be said.

"Jake, you must let me choose your clothes when she says yes. I'll make sure you're the best dressed at the dance!" She said enthusiastically.

"Aww Alice, I thought we'd be the best dressed," Emmett joked. I could see Rosalie walking up behind him cringing. Playing that we were with other people was going to be harder than we thought if the jealousy I felt coming from Rose was any indication.

"Emmett, you haven't asked me, and I can already tell you that we aren't going. If you go to the game, the coach is going to take one look at you and hound you for the rest of the season about joining the team. That cannot happen," she said seriously as she turned back to Jake. "Just leave it to me. I'll have everything ready by tomorrow. Just follow the prompts that I leave, and everything will work out fine."

"What's going to turn out fine?" Bella asked as she approached with everyone else.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, Bella." Alice laughed as she skipped out the door.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that somehow she got into the teacher's room and drank coffee all day," Edward laughed as he watched her. Playing up our couples act, he hugged Rosalie, "How was your first day sweetheart?"

I laughed as Emmett growled low.

"Just fine, Edward, but please, can we get this show on the road? I'd like to get home sometime this afternoon," she replied. Much lower she said, "I'm tired of the play acting, and would like to spend some time with my husband."

"Now that my dear sister, sounds like a fine plan," I said. "I'll see you guys at home. I may take a few minutes longer, I want to explore some of the side roads I saw on my bike. I won't take too long.

As we exited the school, I thought, this will be an interesting year, if we don't tear each other apart from jealousy.