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CH 2 Not Pleased to Meet You
Rosalie pulls into the school parking lot and turns off the ignition. She takes a deep breath and thinks positive thoughts. Her first day will flow smoothly and she will get things ready for the kids tomorrow. She just hopes that her mentor isn't a crabby old woman and likes to work as a team.
She gathers all her bags and a box and walks into the school. A smile crosses her mouth—the door is open. Placing her belongings down she scans the room. She's grateful Jacob was able to help her yesterday. Despite him being a lazy fuck, he can come through when she needs him. As she empties the contents of the box the heat hits her. Thankfully she can change the temperature of the room, but takes off her navy blue cardigan. Wearing a sleeveless scoop neck top and A-line skirt, Rosalie is the epitome of professionalism. She loves skirts, as pants just don't fit her full figure correctly.
Rosalie sits down at her desk to put away the little things, when a knock at the door startles her. Standing there is Principal Laurent James. Rosalie finds him quite attractive similar to a younger Denzel Washington. "So glad you're still with us, Rosalie. I think you're going to make a great addition to our team. Let me introduce your mentor. He's right next-door to you."
Rosalie smiles and follows him, but inside she's fuming. A man! She has a male mentor. She hope's he not a dirty old fuck. Principal James knocks on the door and opens it allowing Rosalie to walk in first. Standing there is a God among men. He is tall and thin but with apparent muscles underneath his blue blazer. Defined cheekbones and a strong chin compliment his sexy bronze colored hair. She wants to look lower but stops herself. In the end he's a man and like all men he's a sleaze ball.
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Edward watches the woman walk in and can't help but look her up and down. Her delicious curvy body is covered in professional attire. He wants to peel off her clothes and see what she's hiding. Then the perfume hits him, and he fights the urge to be nice. Perfume is just another fake product women use to get men.
"Edward McCarty, let me introduce you to Rosalie Cullen. You're her mentor." Edward looks at Rosalie as Principal James continues. "Edward's our biology teacher. He's been here three years. Rosalie's our new English teacher and she has three years experience in NYC. Even with that experience she'll need a mentor this first year. I know you'll guide her." Edward nods as Mr. James pats him on the shoulder and walks out.
Rosalie stands there waiting for him to speak. She swallows hard as she tries to think of something to say, since he isn't speaking. "Thank you for mentoring me. I have lots of questions, but I won't bother you now." She points out.
He gets angrier by her bogus pleasantries and rolls his eyes. "Good, because I have lots to do. And no, I didn't volunteer to be a mentor. I'll try my best, but it's good that you taught before. Hopefully you won't come knocking on my door every five minutes to kiss my ass or flirt." Edward sneers at her then walks back to his desk and sits down.
Rosalie takes a deep breath to keep her anger in check. She can't believe what an egotistical asshole he is. Her mantra is I need this job. She smiles at him and growls"Have a great day," and walks out slamming the door behind her.
Edward watches her leave, focusing on her ass and how it moves in her skirt. He rolls his eyes, opening his plan book to get her off his mind. But that ass…it's round and perfect. He's never seen an ass like that before. What is he thinking? She's just like the rest of the sluts in this school. As he tries to plan for this week, the curve of her breasts pops into his head. Edward slams his head down on the desk and reminds himself why he hates women. None of them are real anymore. But again, why does he care? Especially about this one woman. He grabs his balls to make sure they're still there. He sighs out in relief—yup still attached.
Rosalie sits at her desk and tries to get that jerk out of her head. She really wanted to give him a number of reasons why he's not as great as he thinks he is. She's more pissed that she didn't stand up for herself. As she opens her plan book she's interrupted again by another knock at the door. She hopes is the jerk, she wants to curse him out.
Instead a skinny woman wearing a shirt two sizes too small and a skirt that barely covers her thighs walks in. She can't be teacher, can she? Rosalie tries not to stare in disgust. Does she dress like this in front of the students?
"I'm Jessica Stanley, I'm the speech therapist. I see you have Edward McCarty as your mentor. Boy are you lucky he's the most sought after bachelor in town." Jessica chatters out. \
Rosalie stares and waits for the punch line. This can't be how she really is going to introduce herself, is it? Rosalie just wants to know about the school, the students and the unspoken rules among the teachers.
Rosalie takes a breath and says, "Well I'm not interested, I just want to do my job. Do you see any of my homeroom students?" She's hoping to change the subject.
Jessica smiles and walks closer to Rosalie. "No, none of your kids, but a few of Edward's come to see me. I love when he drops them off. Boy, whoever lands him is going to be one lucky woman. Not only is he sexy but he's loaded." She marvels as she thinks about what he could buy her.
Rosalie is in shock. Why do all the fucking crazy people always find her?
"Listen, Jessica, I appreciate you wanting to share some gossip with me. But I am not interested in Edward nor will I ever be. He seems too into himself and that is not my type. I also won't find out any gossip on him or help you to land a date with him. I am here to teach, so let's just talk about that." Rosalie blurts out hoping Jessica shuts the fuck up.
Edward presses his ear harder against the wall, hoping to hear their conversation. He knows Jessica's trying to get gossip on him. She's been trying to date him every since they both started teaching here. She's a gold digger and a slut, like all the women. He hears Rosalie talking, but can't make out what she's saying. He has to catch her and prove that she's just like Jessica. He walks out of his room to hers.
Jessica glares at Rosalie, it's an act. She knows Rosalie's going after Edward too but she found him first. He will be hers and she will get him. Jessica's about to tell Rosalie off when there's a knock at the door. Edward opens it and leans in.
Both women turn around to look at him. He glares at Rosalie. "Just wanted to let you know that we have a staff meeting at two o'clock. Don't be late," he growls out then closes the door.
Jessica smirks at Rosalie. "I saw him first, remember that." Then she takes off after Edward. Rosalie shakes her head and prays that all the teachers are not all like this.
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Jessica runs after Edward. "Oh, Edward, I want to talk to you about the students," she sings out. Edward stops at his door and looks down at her with disgust. He can't stand to look at her. Her breasts actually make him sick, why not just walk around naked with a sign I'm a whore.
"Not now Jessica!" he snaps at her. "I have work to do." He slams the door in her face. She nods and screams out, "Okay, Edward, we'll talk later." She watches him for a moment and then sees Principal James and runs off towards him.
He fucking hates Jessica. He's pretty sure she doesn't do anything but talk about him during speech sessions. He can't believe she's back again; she must talk a good game with Principal James. He looks up and sees Rosalie walking down the hall. Deciding to follow her, he drops his books and walks out of his room. Watching her go into the staff room, he follows her. That ass is calling him again. He shakes his head she probably wore it just to taunt him. He gets a whiff of her perfume again and holds in a moan. Watching her read the bulletin board and look in the fridge gives him more time to look at her long blond curls and wonders if that's her real hair color.
She looks up and glares at him. Why do the handsome ones always have to be the dicks? With that face and body, he could be such a good catch. She laughs to herself—maybe he does deserve that tramp Jessica.
She looks at him and nods her head waiting for him to speak. Smiling, he decides to be funny. Maybe if he's funny she'll show her true colors. "Looking for food to steal? Still hungry?" He chuckles.
She stares at him fighting the frown growing on her face. Her lip curls up as anger and embarrassment flare inside of her. How could he insult her like that? He really is an asshole. She can't tell him off for fear that she'll start to cry. If she opens her mouth she'll start sobbing like a fool.
It takes him a few seconds to realize what he just said. He never meant to insult her, but refuses to feel bad. So what if she got hurt? He didn't mean it like that, if she's going to be sensitive about her body and take it the wrong way then she deserves to feel bad. No woman ever makes him feel bad. He shakes his head and storms off towards his room. Slumping back in his desk chair he kicks the wall. Why the fuck does he feel guilty? He knows she was gossiping with Jessica. He didn't mean to insult her. He can't get her hurt expression out of his head.
Rosalie watches him walk away. She waits till he's back in his room and then all but runs back to hers. She wipes the tears from her eyes and pulls out her to phone. She hits the speed dial number two. She pulls out her phone and dials. She tries to hold back the tears as the phone rings. "What's up sexy tits?" Victoria screams into the phone.
Rosalie laughs. She learned a long time ago to never put her on speaker. Rosalie was mortified that time in the restaurant. She never expected Victoria to answer the phone screaming, "I'm trying to suck cock here, what's up babe?" Every head turned to Rosalie. All she could do was leave money on the table and walk out.
"My mentor is an asshole, how am I going to survive. Not only is he rude to me, he basically just called me fat. I want to tell him off, but can't. It's like I become a fucking mute around him, and I need this job." Rosalie cries out into the phone, tears falling down her face onto her lap.
"What? He called you fat? That fucker, I want to know his name and where he lives. I'll kick his ass myself." Victoria commands and then continues, "Ya' know Rosalie, you have been a bitch since you were born. Tell him off but don't kill him or make'm cry. You worked in NY City for fuck's sake. Get a grip. Gotta go the doc's walking in," she whispers and hangs up the phone.
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"Hey, Doc," Victoria chirps as he walks in.
Jasper smiles at her and chuckles. "You know you can call me by my first name."
"Nah, you're too cool. Doc suits you just fine and makes you seem older and wiser. And that's what we need if we're gonna find you some more patients. In fact I am going to help you with your ads."
He nods. "Thanks, Victoria, I appreciate that." He nods again and walks into his office, but leaves the door open.
Jasper went over all the rules yesterday, which was surprisingly fun for both of them. He made it very clear that while he does expect Victoria to be professional, he also doesn't want a boring office. They also discussed how to space patient times and how to handle disgruntled patients. Though, Jasper had a feeling Victoria could handle people just fine. "Oh Victoria, just finish that paperwork and fax it to that number. I want to make sure you get paid for Friday, okay?"
Victoria nods and smiles at him. "Don't you want to check my address? I could have put this office for all you know."
He laughs out loud at her. "I can read people pretty well. You didn't do that, Victoria."
She laughs back at him but then the phone rings. She picks it and in a cheery voice she chirps, Good morning, Family and Couples Therapy. How may I help you?" Victoria talks to the women on the other end and jots some notes down. After she hangs up she looks over to Jasper, he nods. Walking into his office she sits down quite comfortable in his presence. "So, Sophia and Robert are coming in tomorrow at quarter past ten. They have two boys, six and nine. She is desperate for help."
"Thanks, Victoria." But then Victoria's phone cuts Jasper off
Victoria rolls her eyes. "I am so sorry. I will make sure I tell my sister-in-law to stop calling."
Being the cool guy that Jasper is, he leans back in his chair and listens and puts on his therapist hat. "Is she alright?"
Victoria laughs. "No! She's a lonely, sad and hardened woman. She's very curvy but most guys see that as fat. She's had her heartbroken by her mother and men. She pushes people away so she never has to feel that again. She just started teaching and is paired up with a jerk as her mentor. He just called her fat. She's tough but can't seem to defend herself around him. She's afraid to lose her job," she huffs out, feeling good that she let that out to someone other than family.
"Well, if she's as tough as you say she is, then she's going to have to defend herself. Sometimes men are just plain stupid, but when a woman stands up them they back down fast." Japer states then shakes his head. "My future brother-in-law is a lonely jerk too. He pushes everyone away and acts like he doesn't care. But I know he is lonely and scared to be alone. If he wasn't such an ass I'd suggest a blind date, but I couldn't do that to any woman. He tried to push me out of the family until I had a talk with him. I set him straight and we've been good ever since."
Victoria laughs. "Yeah, I've given up on trying to help her find love. She probably pushed her soul mate away years ago." Victoria notices a photo of a blond couple. The guy looks so much like Doc. "Is that your brother?"
Jasper nods. "Yup, that's my brother Peter and his wife Charlotte. They still live in Texas, but are coming up for the wedding in February." He holds his finger up remembering he has to give Victoria something. "My fiancé will not let me back in the house if I don't give you this." He hands Victoria an envelope.
Victoria opens it up and sees that its' a wedding date reminder. "You are being invited to the wedding, obviously, but no gift is necessary. If I didn't invite you, I may not get married." He chuckles aloud.
"Thanks Doc, I appreciate the invite. I'll have to see if Jacob will be in town then. If not I can always bring my sister." Victoria's phone rings again. I am so sorry. I will make sure I talk to her about this.
He smiles. "No worries, Victoria."
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Edward hurries down the hall; he can't believe he's running late to the staff meeting. It's all her fault. If he hadn't have been thinking about her and feeling guilty for accidentally insulting her, he'd be on time. He fucking hates her.
Edward walks into the library and sees a seat right next to her. She looks up at him hoping that he sits next to her. Hoping that they can start over for the students. Tomorrow's the first day and she has some questions for him.
Rosalie watches him roll his eyes and walks past a crowded room to sit on a radiator. She holds back her tears. Why does he hate her so much? She's the last person who wants to make friends, but to be rude and ignore her? He's her mentor for fuck's sake—he should be helping her no matter what.
Edward looks back in her direction and the guilt hits him again, which only makes him angrier. He hates feeling bad for her. He can tell she's holding back tears, but knows they are only tears of frustration because she can't get his money.
Suddenly a man sits down next to Rosalie. He smiles big at her and holds out his hand. "I'm Mike Newton, gym teacher and coach. Finally I get to meet you and sit next to you. How lucky am I?"
She can tell he's a jerk and thinks he's a player. Reluctantly she shakes his hand and introduces herself.
Mike thinking he's won her over, starts to tell funny incidences that have happened in school. She laughs a few times.
Edward watches the entire interaction and feels jealously creep up on him. Mike Newton is the biggest womanizer there is. He's a fucking sleaze ball who only pretends to like a girl. He fucks 'em and leaves 'em. Edward at least tells them upfront. Mike strings them along. He watches Rosalie laugh at his jokes and he fights the urge to run over and punch Mike in the face.
He sighs and reminds himself that if she's stupid enough to fall for Mike then she deserves what she gets. Edward keeps an eye on Rosalie as Principal James leads the meeting and introductions of new staff. It angers him that Rosalie has not even looked his way once.
After the meeting, Edward follows Rosalie as she walks to her car. Edward gets in his Volvo and watches her slump down in her Honda. She drops her head to her hands and looks as if she's crying. He knows she's crying because of him. Guilt overwhelms him, causing him to get more pissed. "This is fucking bullshit." He barks out to himself.
He starts the car and drives past her, slowing down just enough to look at her.
She happens to look up and sees him glaring at her. She can't believe he caught her crying, she can't control he tears that fall even more by his glare. She turns her head and wipes them away as he speeds off.
He slams the steering wheel repeatedly, pissed at himself. Why is he letting her get to him? Why does he feel so fucking bad? He heads off to the gym to work out whatever this shit is.
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Esme is weeding her bushes outside but is interrupted by the laugher of her son and daughter-in-law. She turns to see Emmett carrying over two large bags of soil. "These were on sale, so I picked them up Esme." Alice chirps almost jumping up and down with excitement.
Esme beams with pride. "Thanks Alice, I know how much you love a sale."
Emmett looks hurt, "Hey, what about me? I brought them over."
Esme laughs at her son and puts a hand on his shoulder. "
Thank you for bringing these bags over Emmett." He smiles and kisses his mother's cheek. Emmett walks them over to the shed, leaving his mother and wife to talk.
Esme and Alice talk about inviting the neighbors over for dinner Friday night. They stop talking when they see a car pull in the driveway. Esme immediately recognizes Rosalie, but sees that she's crying. She all but runs to her house and drops books in the process. Both Alice and Esme run over to help her.
"Fuck!" Rosalie screams out and then stops and looks at the two women helping her. She wants to thank them but also wants them to mind their fucking business.
"Oh Rosalie, are you okay dear? I know you don't have to tell me anything. But as a mother you look like someone hurt you." Esme whispers out.
Rosalie looks over to the other woman. She's petite and thin with spiky hair. Her smile is almost as big as her face. Rosalie guesses she's going to be a nosy pain in the butt. Rosalie wants to be left alone, but something about Esme makes Rosalie want to confide in her. Rosalie shakes her head. "My mentor at the middle school is an asshole. He hates me for no reason at all, insulted my weight and gives me dirty looks whenever he can. I normally don't care what people think, but he's supposed to be helping me. What did I do to him?" Rosalie cries out, wiping her tears away.
Alice shakes her head. "Men are such jerks. Let me know if you want my husband to take care of him. Emmett hates when women are treated like shit."
mmett walks over hearing what Alice just said. Between that and this woman crying, he's fuming thinking that some man just attacked her. "What the fuck happened. Are you okay?" He barks out.
Alice puts her hands on his chest. "Don't worry, babe. She's fine. Just some jerk she works with at the middle school. " Emmett and his mother both look at each other, praying that the jerk isn't Edward. "Rosalie, dear, this is my son Emmett and his wife Alice."
Emmett nods at Rosalie. If it is Edward, he's going to kick his bony ass.
"Nice to meet you both." Rosalie replies and tries o think of an excuse to get inside. Just as she's about to make something up, Victoria pulls into the driveway.
Esme smiles and waves at Victoria who walks over with a sleeping JJ in his car seat. Esme puts her hands around Alice shoulders. Victoria, it's so nice to finally meet you. You're husband had nothing but wonderful things to say about you. This is my son Emmett and his wife Alice." Esme motions over to Victoria. "This is Victoria and her son JJ."
Victoria loves Esme immediately, she's beyond nice. Jacob was right, she's a lovely woman.
Emmett and Alice walk around Esme and peer down to see the sleeping little guy. Emmett pulls Alice into his shoulder. "He's so beautiful." He whispers, afraid to wake the little guy up. Alice looks up at Emmett and smiles.
Victoria notices that Rosalie's been crying. "What else did that jerk do to you? I swear if I ever get a hold of him, I'll rip his balls right off." She grunts then looks up to apologize.
Alice laughs and motions to Emmett. "If you need any help, he'll be more than willing," Alice pipes out. Emmett nods, his face shows how serious he is.
Esme knows that if it is Edward, they will figure it out eventually. "Victoria, Rosalie, we would like to invite your family over for dinner Friday night." Esme sings out, Alice nods in agreement.
Rosalie wants no part of it and Victoria knows that. So she quickly speaks, "Oh Esme, that would be lovely. Thanks so much. Jacob will be home and I'm pretty sure Carlisle will be home too."
JJ starts to fuss. Rosalie is thrilled; she needs to get inside and away from them. Maybe she can think of an excuse to bail on Friday? "Well it was nice to meet you all. But, I better get him in and fed or he'll scream his lungs out."
Alice and Emmett smile hugely, "Nice to meet you all." Alice chirps out and walks away hand in hand with Emmett.
As they walk back Esme starts to think about Jacob again. "You know, it's still bothering me. I know him from somewhere, but just can't put my finger on it. He's a lovely man though."
Emmett puts his hand on Esme's shoulder. "You know if that jerk is Edward, it's gonna be awkward, right?"
Before Esme can respond, Alice giggles. "Or maybe they'll get along." They both stop and look at her. Emmett shakes his head. "No way Alice, you know how Edward feels about being set up. And that Rosalie seems pretty aloof. That is not a good combination. Don't get involved." He warns her.
She smiles at him and lightly pushes him. "I'm not going to get involved. I'm just saying that she might be his perfect match. But I won't get involved. I promise." Emmett and Esme look at her, knowing that she won't be able to help herself.
A/N:. What an ass Edward is. Maybe Rosalie is exactly what he has been looking for. Did he blow his chances with Rosalie? Will she ever stand up to him? What will happen when they realize they are not only co-workers, but neighbors?
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