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CH 3 Can't Get you out of my Head

Rosalie walks into the staff room to make a few copies. Coming early was smart, because she'll be able to get a couple days worth of work done and be ahead of the game. When she sees the machine she stops short. Never before has she seen a computer screen attached to a printer. As she tries to figure out how to make a few simple copies, the machine beeps away, louder each time.

Edward walks in and sees her there trying to figure out what to do. Why is she here early? And why is she trying to break the new printer? He notices her ass in that long skirt and wants to feel what she's hiding between her legs. He bets that she has the tastiest pussy. He shakes his head angrily at his thoughts.

"You're breaking our machines now?" Edward says. She's obviously too stupid to know how to work it; it's not hard at all.

He knows she's pretending not to know how to make copies just to work him over, but he's too smart for her. Ignoring her expectant smile, he cuts in front of her, clears the machine, presses a flurry of buttons, and loads his papers. She can't actually need his help; she's probably trying to trick him. All women these days are the same—deceptive and artificial.

Rosalie steps aside, smiling at Edward, but her face drops when he loads his own papers. As the copier spits out paper after paper, Rosalie's gratitude turns to rage. Then Edward has the audacity to roll his eyes at her—as if somehow, she was in the wrong. She can't believe what an asshole he is. How could he be so mean? Even if he hates her, he's supposed to be her mentor. She goes back to the copier and, once again, tries to figure out what the hell to do. Thankfully, another teacher—one who isn't on a power trip obviously meant to compensate for a needle dick—walks in and shows her what to do.

As she walks past his door she glares at him. She wants to run in and bash his head against the wall until his tiny brains fall out. Giving her a pompous smirk and eye roll, he looks down. She hates him so much, more than she has ever hated anyone.

After lunch duty, Rosalie walks back to her room and sits down and starts planning for next week. She's interrupted by a knock at the door. "Ms. Cullen," Principal James says , "I'm not sure if Mr. Mason explained correctly, but you have outside duty on Wednesdays after lunch."

Rosalie feels her face turn bright red, —she wants to cry. He did that on purpose to make her look stupid. He probably even ran to Principal James to tell him she didn't want to do outside duty.

"Oh, Principal James, I am so sorry,." Rosalie frantically blurts out as she puts on her jacket and rushes outside. She sees Edward smirking at her and does her best to hold back the tears. Once outside, the other teachers look at her and turn away. Great, the principal and teachers think she doesn't want to do her fair share. After taking a few breaths she walks to the other side of the playground to make it less obvious that she is being snubbed. She needs this job, but is it worth the shit?

Edward walks by the window and looks down at the teachers outside. Rosalie is standing by herself outside. The other bitchy teachers are all talking together. Guilt and sorrow hit him hard. He should have told her, he knows how those teachers have their cliques. Mother would not be pleased with him. She lets him slack on some things, but this would kill her. He should apologize for that. What he did was pretty low, even if she is a typical sneaky woman.

Edward gathers his things to leave for the day and decides to apologize for before. As he walks to her classroom he sees Rosalie with her head on the desk. Her shoulders bobbing up and down. He knows she's crying. Why was he such a dick? He didn't mean to be? He just wants to be left alone. Should he apologize anyway?

He shakes his head, ; she wouldn't accept it anyway. Images of her slowly taking off that skirt flash in his mind. Why is he fantasizing about her? What is she to him? Resentment fills up in him again as he walks away.

Rosalie gets home and sees her dad playing with JJ on the floor. Carlisle's such a proud grandfather. Rosalie gets down on the floor with them, and JJ smiles at his aunt. "Jacob took Victoria out for dinner, and I got to spend time with my special guy here." Carlisle says as he tickles JJ on the belly.

He can tell by the worry written all over her face, that she's about to burst into tears. She may hide her tears around others, but he knows how fragile his daughter truly is.

"Rosie tell me what's wrong. I may not be able to solve it, but I will listen without any judgments or advice." That was the best thing about her dad, he truly would listen and let her vent. Never once did he give advice unless she asked for it. He didn't try to change her. He knew who she was. She just wished she wouldn't be so hateful. She knows that her unhappiness kills her father.

"He's so mean to me and I did nothing to him. He hates me, absolutely hates me and I don't have a clue why. He told me to not bother him, cracked on my weight, ignores me in front of others and purposely didn't tell me about outside duty to make me look stupid. The principal thinks I tried to get away with outside duty and thinks he's the golden teacher. I hate going to work. I want to tell him off, but don't want to lose this job," she moaned out just as the tears fell again. Carlisle hugged her tighter, kissing her forehead.

His heart ached for Rosalie. She is an intelligent, independent, and wonderful person. Losing her mother like she did hurt her deeply. One bad relationship with a user made Rosalie truly believe people are no good. But if a person is able to prove that they are one of the good ones, Rosalie protects them with all her heart. He truly hopes that she is able to find love soon or she'll become a lonely bitter woman. This is not what he wanted for his daughter.

JJ sneezes and scares himself. Rosalie and Carlisle laugh hard at this and tickle JJ. No matter how bleak her job may seem, her nephew always makes her feel better.

Rosalie takes the bottle of wine into her room. She's glad she chose the room further away from Victoria and Jacob. She didn't want to hear them get freaky at night and she didn't want them to hear her pleasure herself. She sits on her bed and takes another big chug right from the bottle. Why bother wasting a glass? She intends to finish the bottle tonight.

She lies down and pulls down her pajama pants. She runs her hands down and rubs her clit. The immediate contact makes her bite her lip in pleasure. She doesn't need a man; her hand gives her all the pleasure she needs. Rubbing her clit back and forth causes her walls to contract and she lowers her fingers to her opening and slowly pushes in, enjoying how wet her pussy is.

Increasing the speed of her fingers, she wants to find that release fast. She curves her fingers up, hitting her g-spot. She tries to convince herself that no man will ever be able to satisfy her this way. She's getting close and moves her fingers faster. Her hips buck up and her legs begin to kick as she feels her pussy growing wetter. She loves the sounds of her wet pussy, and that brings her even closer to her desired orgasm. Slowly moving her other hand down, she gently rubs her clit, causing a loud moan to escape her lips. to moan aloud. Quickly she throws that hand over her mouth, as she plunges her fingers in faster and harder. Continuing to finger herself, letting one orgasm hit after another.

When she can no longer take the pleasure she slows her fingers down. She then realizes she forgot to put a towel down. She shakes her head, and wipes herself with the discarded panties. Walking to the closet she gets clean sheets and lays them on the bed. She wonders if Edward has ever made a woman cum hard like that. She rolls her eyes at that thought of him. What is she thinking? He's probably a virgin with a small dick.

After she's made her bed, she lies down on the fresh sheets stretching out. His face pops in her head again. Why does she keeping thinking about him? She hates him so much, but her pussy begins to ache. She moves her hand down to her pussy again as she reaches over to grab a towel. She positions it under her body and rubs her tender clit again. She rolls on her side playing softly with her body as images of Edward dance in her head. She visualizes his soft lips against hers. His hard body, pushing into her, while he sucks on her breasts. She hates herself for feeling this way about him, but she can't stop herself as she orgasms to Edward.

A/N:. Why does Edward denying what he is feeling? 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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