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CH 4 What a Coincidence
Rosalie walks up and down the aisles, handing out papers to the students. He's sitting on his ass doing nothing, as usual. During the planning sessions, he just laughed at her when she tried come up with co-teaching lesson. When he didn't laugh at her, he just ignored her and read the paper. Not only did he hate her, he was going to make her look bad as a teacher.
She reluctantly hands him a packet. He takes it, quickly looks at it and tosses it on the desk. It takes all her strength to not smack him upside the head with the book on the edge of the desk.
Her visions of his torture are interrupted by the students' complaints about the work. She tries to get them to do their work, but their protests get louder. She turns back to the dipshit; he's chuckling while reading his paper.
He finds this rather amusing; he tried to be nice to her after how he got in her trouble the other day. But she decided to hold a grudge with him and just wanted to plan out the lessons. That was a mistake; never will he try to be nice to her again. She just wanted him to plan the lessons for her, now she's shit out of luck and he's enjoying the show.
Rosalie knows she has to act fast or she'll lose even more control of this class. She slams a book down the desk, everyone jumps including the asshole. "Okay, just put your names on the paper for attendance and hand them back to me." They all look at her and quickly scramble to write their names and hand the papers back in. Once she has the papers back she, she walks towards the door and looks at the asshole. "I'll be back in a few—I have names to share with the principal and parents to call."
The students gasp and scream 'no'. Some even beg her not to go. She slowly walks to the front of the room. "Next time, I won't stop. You are to do your work in study skills. It's for your benefit, not mine. Is that clear?" They all look at her and nod.
Edward can't help but stare at her as she gains control of the classroom. The tougher she acts, the sexier she looks. He turns the page in the newspaper and pretends to read, but keeps an eye on her ass instead. It's curvy and squeezable, and he wonders how that ass would look bouncing up and down as she rides his cock. He closes his eyes, to clear that image from his head. The last thing he needs is for her and the students to see the half woody in his pants.
Even though she had the students eating out of her hands by the end of the period, she's fuming. He sat on his ass the entire period, and then had the nerve to ask when she'd come back to teach the skills class again. No job is worth being treated like this. She storms to the door, closes it and then walks back to him.
She takes a deep breath in order to not knock punch him in the face. "I tried to be nice, because I need this job, but no job is worth dealing with you. You don't like me for whatever reason, fine I don't give a fuck. But when you try to make me look bad, that pisses me off. Start acting like an adult and a mentor, or I'll go let Principal James know what an immature asshole you really are." She turns around and walks off, only to stop and look at him again.
"And before you start insulting other people's weight, I'd take a good look at yourself. You're nothing to be swooned over." She opens the door and walks back to her chair and sits down.
She waits and listens to see if he'll come into her room to yell at her. He'll never apologize, he's a cold hearted bastard—she's knows his type. He probably picks up Barbie doll types of girls, fucks them and leaves them. God knows what his family is like. They're probably dicks, just like him.
Edward watches her leave and tries to remain in control. The entire time she yelled at him, all he could do was just sit there in shock. Never has a woman told him off in quite that manner. Usually, they're groveling or complaining about him not spending money. She just wanted him to do what he was supposed to, nothing more. Before he has time to think about it further, the bell rings and it's his turn for outside duty. He sighs, gets his coat, and walks to the door. He looks in the hallway to make sure she's not there. He's too embarrassed to run into her right now.
As Rosalie is walking to the door to leave, he's there holding it open for her. He has to find a way to make up for his behavior, and he wants to catch a glimpse of that ass again. She glares at him with nothing but hate and walks to the other door, and makes sure to pull it closed behind her. He can drop dead for all she cares.
Edward slides into his bed and stares up at the ceiling trying to clean images of her yelling at him. But all he can see is how red her face was, almost glowing. Her breasts heaving as she yelled at him. He slowly slides his hand down his pants and grips his hard cock, wishing it was her mouth. He moves it up and down slowly, squeezing the head. Rubbing his balls in his other hand, tears fall down his face. He wants her so bad. Why is he going mad over her?
His stomach tightens as he imagines her slowly stripping for him, red lace panties and bra—her curves so soft and tasty. He bites on his far arm as he blows his load, his release falling on his stomach and chest. Once he calms down, he gets upset and confused again. What is happening to him?
Rosalie walks in the staff room to make copies and sees him at the machine. She waits off to the side, wondering if he'll say something to her after her rant yesterday. He doesn't even look at her. He's either a pussy or truly an asshole.
As he walks by, he's so busy watching her body that his papers drop out of his hand all over the floor. Why is he so clumsy right now?
Her instinct is to help him, because that's the type of person she is. But because it's him, she walks right over the papers and makes her copies. He can rot in hell for all she cares.
He doesn't blame her for not helping him, but didn't she see the coffee and the note on her desk? It's not an apology, but he's trying.
Mike walks in and spots Rosalie. He takes this as his chance to get to know her better. Walking past Edward, he goes right up to Rosalie. "How you doing this morning?" he asks and Rosalie thinks it was him who left the coffee on her desk. "Did you get me that coffee? How did you know how I take it?"
Mike has no idea what she's talking about, but takes credit for it. It's the best way to get into those panties. "Yup, I have my ways."
"That was sweet of you. It's nice to know there are gentlemen in this world." Rosalie says loudly as she walks out of the room with Mike following close behind her. Rosalie gets to her room and goes to her desk. She wishes this guy would leave her alone. It was a nice gesture to buy her coffee, but how the fuck did he know how she took it? That creeps her out.
Then she notices an orange sticky note under the coffee. She reads it to herself.
Light and sweet, right?
Edward
She can't believe it? Edward got her the coffee. Then why did Mike take credit for it? Why didn't Edward say anything in the copy room? Was this his lame way of apologizing? Only children apologize like this.
She's brought back to Mike's endless chattering about going out one night. She can't help but think what a jerk he is. "So, how did you know I liked my coffee black?"
Mike shrugs. "I think I overheard you one time. So, anyway, you have plans this weekend?"
He's so full of shit. "Actually I do. I have plans all weekend, Mike."
"Okay, well. Maybe next weekend then, Rosalie," he spurts out, dejected. She bites her lip to not tell him she caught him his lie. She sits down and begins to sort her papers, ignoring him. Finally he gets the hint and leaves her room.
Edward wants to throw Mike through a window, how could he take credit for the coffee? If she thinks that womanizer got her the coffee, then she's more stupid than she looks. She deserves to be taken advantage of by him. He storms off back to his room.
Realizing he has to give her some paperwork that was put in his room by accident. He reluctantly walks to her room, but stops short at the door. She sees his note on the coffee and reads it while Mike is blabbering on like a school girl. She looks at Mike, but he can't read the emotion on her face. She says a few things to him and he goes to walk out.
Edward quickly walks back to his classroom and watches Mike walk down the hall. Once Mike is out of eye shot, he walks back to Rosalie's room and looks at her through the door. She's looking at the note with confusion written all over her face. Maybe he can start over with her? But then his heart is ripped out of his chest, as she rips it up and throws it on the floor.
Rosalie gets ready to go over to Esme's house for dinner. She'd rather eat by herself and watch TV. There' will be so many questions. It's better to not get mixed up in other people's lives. Why did Victoria have to answer for her?
"Come on, Rosalie. Stop stalling." Jacob yells from downstairs. She reluctantly stomps down the stairs and slowly puts on her jacket.
"You would normally be alone on a Friday night. You should be happy that you have plans." Victoria snaps at her and pushes her out the door. Jacob follows with JJ in his arms and bags over his shoulder.
Victoria knocks on the door and Esme immediately opens it, beaming. "I'm thrilled you could all make it tonight." Esme cheerfully says.
"Carlisle got called to work. There was an emergency at the hospital," Victoria replies.
"I'm sorry to hear that. My daughter, Bella, almost had to get called in for that." Esme says as she moves aside to let them in the house. She touches Jacob's shoulder. "Jacob is Victoria's husband and JJ's dad. Jacob this is my son, Emmett, and his wife, Alice."
Alice smiles at Jacob, but Emmett starts to jump up and down. "Holy shit! You're Jacob Cullen. Catcher for the Seattle Mariners." He grabs Alice and starts to shake her, "Take my picture." He screams out.
Jacob laughs, usually the women react like that. Alice laughs at him, "Sorry, my husband is a big kid sometimes."
There is an uncomfortable silence for a minute, so Esme clears her throat. "Victoria, how is your new job?" Victoria nods, appreciative of the break of silence. "He's very nice. I went on quite a few interviews for creepy doctors. He's a young psychologist, but cool, professional and a gentleman.
Emmett laughs, "Wouldn't it be funny if that was Jazz?" Suddenly there is a knock at the door. It opens and in walks Bella and Jasper, hand in hand. Jasper and Victoria spot each other. He chuckle's and she turns a bright red. "Oh man, I should have bet on that Emmett guffaws out."
Esme introduces them all to one another. Despite Victoria's proposal that she find another job if he is uncomfortable with her working for him and being a neighbor, he has no problems with that, and is thrilled to meet her baseball hubby. "As long as I get his autograph, I'm good." Jasper declares.
Jacob shakes his hand, happy to meet the man she is working for. His wife's a beautiful woman; he's glad that her boss is not only taken, but smitten with his fiancé.
"Maybe we could all get tickets to a game?" Jasper asks, joking around.
Jacob was serious as ever. "I will look into that."
"You know?" Emmett begins talking, but looking at Rosalie. "I wonder if our brother is that teacher that's been giving you hard time. If I'm wrong, I'll eat healthy meals all week, Alice."
Alice giggles and shakes Emmett's hand. "You're on, but that's just too much of a coincidence. But, if you're right, you get to eat what you want for dinner, for a whole week."
Rosalie laughs. "I have to agree with your wife, I doubt that someone so pathetic and uncouth could be related to any of you. I don't think I've ever met anyone as vindictive and evil as him before." She meant that, and despite them being annoying, they did seem like wonderful people and a close family. Much like her own family.
"So, could I hold your son?" Alice asks Victoria. Victoria happily hands JJ over; she can tell Alice is thrilled to hold her son. JJ laughs and bounces on Alice's lap. He loves attention.
Esme looks on as Jacob, Jasper and Emmett talk sports; Rosalie and Bella chat about the hospital that Bella and Carlisle work for; and Alice and Victoria talk about babies and play with JJ. Esme can't help but feel disappointed that Edward is late. He better show up soon; he needs to stop isolating himself.
Edward hears laughter and talking as he stands at the door. He hates mingling and talking stupid shit with people. He'd rather be up in his room dreaming of Rosalie's curves around his body. He looks to the empty house, the house that's technically his. He doubts he'll ever live in there, let alone raise a family in that house.
He puts his key in the door and opens it. He walks in slowly and sees a million faces look at him. But there's one face he never expected to be in his house. Why is she in his living room talking to his sister?
Rosalie looks up and feels her skin crawl. It can't be, not him. Why of all the men in the world, does the asshole have to be her neighbor? She can't breathe as tries to think of a way out of this situation.
A/N:. Edward jerking off to Rosalie? WOW! Can you believe what a douche that Mike is, taking credit for someone else's coffee? Can't believe Edward bought her a coffee and wrote that note. Wonder how they will all react to Edward walking in? This could go so many ways.
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