Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the Characters related to Twilight.
Summery: All Edward wanted to do was be a good boyfriend and get his students to graduate. Though I guess Bella's little plait skirt got the better of him.
So Edward Cullen is twenty-two and fresh out of collage, and immediately gets a job at St Bridget's private high School as their History Teacher. All he wanted to do was be the faithful boyfriend to the political Tanya, but will he let Bella seduce him and make him forget about society's rights and wrongs. Or will he let Tanya bore him to death with her smart mind?
Successful yet boring, Tanya.
STUDENT SWAN, WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
Prologue – Pervert Edward and plait skirts.
" Ugh, you can't fucking do this to me," I yelled, pacing the room of Mr. Lanners Office, the principal.
"Bella, it's either jail, or senior class," Mr Lanner said, looking straight at my boobs, typical.
"I didn't even do anything wrong!"
"Bella, I saw you and Alice taking up pills behind the school, so it's either I tell the police, or you take the upper grade and do the test early."
"Wouldn't you be putting me down a grade then upper?"
"No, because we asked you before to take the test more earlier, since your more advanced then our other students…I'm talking educationally here. And we all know that you're going to pass the test, so it will look good for the school and we'll win money for new computers."
I raised an eyebrow.
"So I'll ask again, study and win us that money or go to jail," he shrugged leaning back in to his desk chair.
Most probably to get a better look at my legs.
A black mailing, principal.
In my head that sounded pretty hot.
I looked at him again.
Since I didn't want to please him and say yes, I did the only thing that I could think of.
I kicked his desk with my black tie up shoe.
I kicked it again.
I kicked it again.
"Bella are you going to give me a yes or a no or are you just going to stand there and kick my desk out?"
I kicked it again.
He groaned and ran his hands over his face.
"Bella, just take my offer, because I really don't want one of my students going to jail," he pleaded.
I looked at my shoe next to the desk and contemplated kicking it again for my answer.
I didn't kick it.
"Fine, put me up in to Mr. –god damn –Cullen's class then."
"….afterwards Queen of France and Duchess of Suffolk, were the only daughters who survived. Henry VIII is said, on authority which has not been traced farther back than Paolo Sarpi, to have been destined-"
Knock, Knock, Knock
I stopped what I was saying to the class and shivered when I saw the front row of girls following me with their eyes.
"Come in!" I yelled.
Mr. Lanner the principal of this school's head popped in to my class-room.
What does this bastard want?
"Ah, Mr. Cullen I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Of course not," I lied.
"Well, good, Miss Swan come in," he called.
A girl with long brunette hair walked in to my classroom.
She was scowling at Mr. Lanner. I wouldn't blame her.
Her eyes landed on me and her eyebrow rose.
Oh, this was the girl that was caught taking pills at the back of the school.
She was wearing a dark blue and grey checkered pleat skirt, like the rest of the girls in this snobby school, yet hers was ten times shorter. Her socks were pulled up to her knees and her shirt buttons where popped open showing off her cleavage yet the tie remained.
I felt my bottom half stir.
This could not be good.
"Take a seat, Miss Swan," She sneered at Mr. Lanner yet took the seat directly in front of me.
"I'm Mr. Cullen," I introduced myself.
"I know who you are," She said, her voice low yet sexy.
I cleared my throat.
"Right, so, Mr. Lanner?" I looked over to Mr. Lanner who was looking over at Bella.
Her chest, more like it.
"Mr. Lanner," I said more loudly.
"Oh, yes, of course, I'll be going now."
He didn't move.
"You were going?" I prodded.
"Right, right…" He said, walking back wards to the door.
I looked over Mr. Cullen once and my mind was made up.
I, Miss Bella Swan, was gonna fuck him.