Hey everyone! :D
Here it is, new story! :) Alright, first, let's get the annoying disclaimer out of the way:
Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, therefore, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction right now, trust me on this one.
And also IMPORTANT, before people start to freak out: As mentioned in chapter one, Bella is in her last year of high school, and eighteen years old, and Edward is twenty-five years old. This story does NOT involve paedophilia, seeing as I'm very much against that, and I sure as hell hope that everyone who lands on this page shares my opinion on this.
Glad that's all cleared up! :p
Now as for the story: Please note that this isn't going to be some original masterpiece, it's just something mindless and unoriginal that I decided to write for the sake of writing, because my brain needs a vacation. I'm sure this storyline has already been used a million times, but I hope you guys enjoy the story anyway. ;) All human, BxE, Rated T.
There will be daily updates the first two weeks, after that, it all depends on my time and inspiration.
Here's the first chapter, have fun! :D
Meeting Mr. Cullen
There was a good chance that I had actually forgotten to wake up this morning. If you asked me, mornings were always the worst part of the day. It was half past eight am, and I was currently sitting in a crowded classroom, waiting for the English teacher to show up. Knowing Mr. Ryan, there was a fairly huge possibility that his highly anticipated breakdown had finally taken place. That teacher was like a time bomb, ready to explode at any second. One of the early signs had been that nasty vein in his forehead that seemed to literally tremble every time he got upset. Not that anyone could blame him of course… being a teacher sounded like a horrible job to me, no wonder they were all stressed to death. The new school year had only started three weeks ago, and most of the teachers who were walking the halls of Forks High already looked worn out.
"Psst, Bella! Are you in the land of the living?" My friend Rosalie Hale, who was sitting next to me, not-so-gently elbowed me in the ribs, and I managed to lift my head up and look at her.
"In the manner of speaking… I'm physically present. But since Mr. Ryan is late again, I'll take it as a sign from above that I deserve ten more minutes of sleep, alright?" I mumbled, resting my head on my arms again.
"You are so not a morning person." Rose stated the obvious.
"As my best friend and roommate, you should know." I agreed.
She smirked knowingly at me before turning her attention back to the bright-orange cell phone in her hands. Texting Emmett, without a doubt. Emmett was Rosalie's latest catch, and I was already wondering how long it would last. Rosalie changed boyfriends the same amount of times that she changed clothes… Which was often, I might add. To be honest, I was sort of hoping that she would keep this one, because Emmett truly was a nice guy, and even though he was a few years older than her, he and Rose made a cute couple. I just had a good feeling about them, unlike with a lot of her other boyfriends. They also had a lot in common, which was a plus. Rose had met Emmett when she'd visited the garage where he worked as a mechanic, to order some parts for her car. You can only imagine Emmett's surprise when the blonde, model-like Rosalie had started a chat about car-mechanics with him; she didn't look like the type of girl who was interested in that sort of stuff.
Rose giggled, interrupting my musings, and she held up the phone in front of my face to share the message that Emmett had just sent her. I shook my head no; cheesy messages exchanged between two lovers who had recently found each other really wasn't what I needed right now. It only reminded me of the fact that I was a total failure when it came to relationships, or dating even…
It wasn't like no one was ever interested in me… If I was completely honest with myself, I had to admit that the real problem was me. I had never felt anything serious for a guy, and I thought it was unfair to date someone when I wasn't even remotely interested. The only real date I'd ever had was with a boy named Eric Yorkie. It was years ago and Rose had arranged the date. We were fifteen, and let's say that it didn't work out… Other than that I was frequently asked out by Mike Newton, who was nice guy, but a bit too clingy for my taste. That was the reason I dodged him every time he tried to flirt with me.
Then of course, there was Jacob Black, my own, personal stalker. Well he hadn't always been a stalker, we used to get along fine, we even were close friends… That was until he had confessed his undying love for me when we were sixteen, and he wasn't planning on giving up easily after I had told him that I only liked him as a good friend. No matter how many times I had turned him down, he wouldn't take no for an answer, and it annoyed me to no end.
He was the son of Billy Black, who was a good friend of my father, Charlie, also known as the Chief of Police to the good people of Forks. Of course I had hoped that I would be able to escape Jake's advances when I'd moved in with Rose, who rented a nice apartment here in Forks…
Rosalie's parents had died in a plane crash when she was only six years old, and after that she kept moving from one foster family to another. When she had turned eighteen, she was finally free and she had soon found a place of her own. Rosalie's parents had been filthy rich, so at least money wasn't an issue for her. I still had been living with my dad at the time she had moved to the apartment, and she had suggested that it would be fun if I moved in with her, seeing as she was alone and the apartment was rather spacious. Since I was almost eighteen by then, and Forks was a quiet town, my dad hadn't complained, and I was glad that I had accepted her offer, because living with Rosalie was a lot of fun. Okay… except for the fact that she was a morning person, and I wasn't…
Unfortunately, Jacob wasn't discouraged by the fact that we didn't accidently come across each other anymore when Billy visited Charlie, and he even showed up at our apartment every now and then. Luckily, Rose could be rather scary when she was irritated, so most times it didn't take her long to shoo him.
The frustrating part was, that Jacob really wasn't a bad guy. He was friendly, before he started stalking me that is, and he was considerably good looking. But once again, the problem was me, because I didn't feel anything other than friendship when I was around him. Nothing even close to love. Perhaps there was something wrong with me, maybe my DNA was missing some essential gene that was necessary to get that special feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach…
Too bad, but I guessed that was just me and my life. Everything about my life seemed average… Nothing extremely good ever happened, nothing extremely bad ever happened, no passion, no drama… no nothing. Except for the bad luck that often seemed to follow me around, and the small accidents, nothing ever happened. It was safe and easy, but it could get boring sometimes. Not that it surprised me that I had an average life, I think it was to be expected for a person as average as me. Brown hair, brown eyes, eighteen years old, and proud owner of the most average life in the universe… Okay, skip proud, I often wished that my life was a little more exciting. I tried not to dwell on that thought, though, and as it was, I simply lived with the day. My current goal was surviving my last year of high school, and after that… well I would make that up as I went along.
"Urgh, if he doesn't show up in five minutes, I'm out of here." Rose complained loudly, taking me back to the here and now.
"Yeah, I'm with you." I agreed, suppressing a yawn.
"Wow, it's alive!" She said in mock wonder.
I rolled my eyes at her, searching my brain for a clever remark, when the door flew open.
"Bummer." Rose mumbled under her breath.
It wasn't Mr. Ryan who walked in though, it was principal Greene. Another example of a teacher who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Needless to say, it was even harder for him, as he had to helplessly watch everyone of his staff as they left the battlefield one by one, some of them screaming as they went.
"Good morning students." He said in his rough voice. A chain smoker, no doubt about it.
The noisy classroom gradually turned silent, and some students were looking at Mr. Greene now, while others didn't even make an effort to make themselves look like they weren't in an impossibly deep coma.
He cleared his throat before he spoke again. "Well now, your English teacher Mr. Ryan has serious problems with his… health. Therefore, he decided to quit his job as a teacher, in order to get some well deserved rest. He will be replaced by Mr. Cullen, who will take over his classes from now on."
"Ah, fresh meat… I wonder how long this one will last." Rose whispered at me in a conspiratorially tone.
I snorted and nodded in response.
"Good luck, Mr. Cullen!" Mr. Greene said in an official tone, before stepping away from the door and leaving the classroom, making room for the new guy who, from now on, would have to face the daily torture of teaching many misbehaving students.
"Thank you for the introduction, principal Greene." A smooth, velvety voice said.
I think my jaw literally dropped the second he walked in. It reminded me of one of those bad teen movies, where the hot guy walks in, and they do a cheesy slow-motion to make it more impressive. Holy crow, that was not a teacher, that was a god!
The first thing that caught my attention was his hair; messy, and an unusual color that would be best described as 'bronze'. His skin was very pale, but it didn't look unhealthy, it suited him, and it created a beautiful contrast with his copper locks. And then his eyes… they were a blazing, emerald green. He was wearing casual designer clothes, and he moved gracefully as he walked up to the desk in front of the classroom.
"Your mouth is hanging open." Rose informed me in a mocking tone.
I smacked her arm. "Whatever." I mumbled.
I tried to gather my jumbled thoughts as Mr. Cullen placed a stack of papers on his desk. I swiftly glanced around the room, only to come to the conclusion that most of the females in the room were staring at him with hungry eyes.
What on earth was this guy doing here? He couldn't be very old, looking at his appearance… He should be a movie star, or a male model… or something like that… Why he was wasting his life teaching a bunch of unwilling students, was beyond me. Maybe he just woke up one morning, and decided that it was time to do something useful in order to contribute to society.
He was done fumbling with his papers, and he walked around the desk, casually sitting on the edge.
"Alright class, seeing as this is my first day, I think it would be a good idea if we get to know each other a little better first." He started in a clear, confident voice.
"Oh yes, I would like to get to know you, Mr. Cullen." Jessica Stanley, who was sitting right behind us, whispered almost inaudibly.
It was too far for him to hear it of course, and he continued, seemingly oblivious to all the girls that were ogling him. "Maybe we can do a quick round of introductions. When it's your turn, just tell me your name, age, some basic information... I'll go first."
I sneaked another quick glance at my fellow students, and the girls were still gaping at him like a bunch of zombies. Except for Rose, who was sneakily sending another text message, hiding her cell phone under her desk.
"Alright, my name is Edward Cullen, I'm twenty-five years old and I've lived in the small town of Forks for the biggest part of my life, until I left this place to go to the university of Washington. After I graduated I moved back to Forks, in order to try and find a job here, and live a bit closer to my friends and relatives who are still living here." He summarized.
Oh my god! He had lived in Forks most of his life?! How could I've missed that?
"And it seems I succeeded in finding that job." He added, smiling an uneven smile that made him look even more perfect.
"How come we never saw him before?" I hissed at Rosalie, my eyebrows raised in disbelief.
Rose shrugged, turning her attention back to the screen of her cell phone. "Don't know, don't care."
"Are there any questions?" Mr. Cullen asked, looking around the room.
Everyone turned to look when Lauren Mallory, who was sitting right in front of us, raised her hand.
"Yes?" Mr. Cullen said politely, gesturing for her to proceed.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Cullen?" She purred.
I rolled my eyes and Rose made a face. "Leave it to Lauren Mallory to open the hunting season." She muttered in annoyance.
"Well, that's a very personal question, don't you think?" He replied, his tone making it clear that he wasn't going to answer her.
"Perhaps…" Lauren said in her sickly sweet voice. "But I don't mind if you want to ask me some very personal questions in return."
Even though I couldn't see it, I could only imagine how she was fluttering her eyelashes at him, trying to be seductive… But I had to admit that I was being a hypocrite, because I was rather curious to hear the answer to her question myself. Urgh, what was I even thinking? Someone this hot definitely had a girlfriend. Or several.
"This is hardly appropriate Miss…" Mr. Cullen threw Lauren a questioning look.
"Mallory, Mr. Cullen." She informed him, nearly purring his name.
"Right, let's end this conversation, Miss Mallory." He simply said, before addressing the class in general. "Okay, we'll start in the front on the left, when it's you turn, tell some things about yourself."
Immediately I zoned out; listening to the introductions of classmates that I'd already known my whole life wasn't that exciting. I vaguely heard Lauren Mallory's introduction, in which she made it clear that she was single at the moment. Something told me she wasn't going to quit chasing after him.
I blocked out the rest of the introductions, shamelessly staring at Mr. Cullen. Or Edward... What an unusual name that was, but again, it suited him. Nothing about him appeared to be average, but everything about him seemed to be perfect… His eyes, his hair, his body… His lips… they looked so soft… and kissable. Oh no, where did that thought come from?
Again it was Rose who woke me up from my daydreaming. "Bella, you're next." She hissed.
I subtly sat straighter, making an effort to look a little more awake. "Young lady with the long, brown hair, you're next." Mr. Cullen said, staring directly at me.
My stomach felt heavy and I swallowed loudly. I couldn't find my voice and I surely must've looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
"Just tell something about yourself." Mr. Cullen encouraged me, smiling that uneven smile, sending my heart in overdrive. This was not helping.
"I- I'm Isabella Swan, though most people call me… Bella." I choked out. "I'm eighteen, my parents are divorced and I used to live with my dad here in Forks, but right now I'm living with Rose… We're sharing her apartment." I added, weakly gesturing to Rose, who was shooting me one of her 'why-are-you-acting-like-a-total-weirdo' looks.
A smile broke across his face. "Really? Isabella? That's a beautiful name…" He mused.
"Yeah… I suppose." Was all I managed to mumble as I felt myself blush at his compliment.
Luckily he moved on to Rose after that, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in.
The round of introductions ended, and Mr. Cullen started to talk about an essay that Mr. Ryan had planned for us before he'd had his breakdown. I couldn't concentrate. All I could do was stare at him. I wanted to slap myself, this was stupid and irrational behavior… Who was I, Lauren Mallory?
The staring continued, until he suddenly called my name… In a rather loud and irritated way, to be exact.
"Miss Swan, I believe I asked you a question, would you mind paying attention?" He asked, staring me down with those green eyes.
Urgh, jerk! Beautiful jerk… but jerk all the same. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen." I apologized lamely.
"I'm sure you are… I want to have a little talk with you after class." He replied, before moving on to his next victim.
Have a talk after class? Was I going to get detention? I had never gotten detention in my life! I was a model student… I wasn't with the bad kids who deserved detention… Jerk! One small moment of zoning out, and he was already making me stay after class? Besides, it was his fault that I was unable to pay attention in the first place, I'd never had this problem with good, old Mr. Ryan! I was so going to scrap him from my list of favorite teachers.
The bell rang and Rosalie got up and gathered her stuff, smirking at me. "I bet Lauren Mallory is jealous of you, you've already got yourself detention from Mr. Cullen, you naughty girl." She teased me.
"Funny Rose." I grumbled, sticking out my tongue at her. "And you don't know that, he never mentioned detention, it's probably only a warning."
Rose snorted and took off, following the stream of students who were making their way out of the classroom. I slowly gathered my stuff, trying to put off the dreaded talk with my new English teacher. I could barely form a coherent sentence every time I looked at him, let alone have a normal conversation. This was bad… Very, very bad.
I picked up my books and slowly walked up to his desk. He was busy sorting out paperwork, but he looked up when I came to a stop in front of him. I had expected his expression to be irritated, or indifferent at the least, but he was smiling at me.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Cullen?" I asked in a too high voice, eager to get this over with.
"Yes… Just wanted to ask you if you are feeling alright, Miss Swan, you were looking a little out of it during class. And more so than the regular student with a lack of sleep." He said, giving me a concerned glance.
Oh… not a jerk, then… I didn't know what to say, once again I was speechless.
"Look, I'm not asking you to share your life-story, I was just wondering if you have any problems that you want me to take into account… Mr. Ryan didn't leave a note about you, but if something is wrong, medical problems or difficulties with concentrating, or something like that…" He rambled on and on, but I wasn't listening anymore. All I could do was gaze into those green eyes. He was rather close, standing right at the other side of the desk, and I could smell his intoxicating scent. I was completely dazzled.
What was I supposed to say to him? No, nothing's wrong Mr. Cullen, I'm feeling great. No problems when it comes to concentrating, none at all, I'm a hard working student actually! The only reason I'm looking like a moron is because I'm too busy drooling over your hotness... That didn't sound good. At all.
"I- I'm fine, really. No problems… Just suffering from a major headache, I'm not usually like this… And I apologize for not paying attention." I lied quickly when I could talk again, hoping he would buy my pathetic excuse.
His face gradually relaxed, and I was rewarded with another one of his crooked smiles. "Oh, in that case, feel better, Isabella. And I'm counting on you to pay attention tomorrow." He said lightly.
My breathing hitched when his smooth voice said my first name. "Thank you. I will, I promise." I stuttered.
He smiled a heart stopping smile and I nearly collapsed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Swan." His musical voice said.
"Yes… see you, Mr. Cullen." I muttered, grabbing my books tighter and turning around, nearly running out of the classroom.
I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. Life hated me. The first time in my life I actually felt attracted to someone, and he was my teacher. I wasn't even allowed to like him, for crying out loud! All I could do was pray that his was only a temporary thing, a small crush that would quickly disappear...
One thing was for sure… this was going to be one long, long last year of high school.
Thank you for reading, new update tomorrow. :D