Straight From the Textbooks
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests, SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
And it was also a Monday. My first day as a teacher.
"Not tonight, Em," I said to him with conviction. "In case you didn't remember, which wouldn't surprise me, I have class to teach tomorrow as well. Maybe we can go Friday."
"But Edward!" Emmett whined loudly, stinging my ears. "There's this singer chick there, and she's only there until tomorrow! I can't just let her go to the next city without a complete welcome from ol' Emmett. I have to have her--"
"Fine," I groaned. I was going to regret this very, very much later on, but I just had to shut him up, or else he'd be on my case for days. "Fine. I'm going. Tonight. But I'm leaving early, with no drinks, no crazy shit, no women for me."
"What? No women?" Emmett cried. "I don't even think that's possible for you."
I glanced at the clock. I had barely enough time to say goodbye to him. "In case you didn't notice, I'm a responsible little boy now, and I have a class to teach. So, I'll see you tonight after school, and no funny shi--stuff."
Emmett snickered at me trying to retaliate, but I didn't give him the chance to. I snapped my phone shut and turned it off before putting it back into my desk. He was truly a horrible influence on me, but he was my best friend. Someone had to take care of him. But, I didn't mind. We'd grown up together, and in many ways I was the yin to his yang. We just couldn't be separate for long. In fact, he was one the reasons I moved back here. For a while, he was planning to move to Seattle, and I would have been fine with that, since I often times preferred the city, but he had to take care of his family, and he was stuck in Forks for however long still.
I was fine with it; like I said, I couldn't stray from him for too long. I had already had gotten my Bachelor's, and done my requirements as a student teacher, so I was already set in what I could do for money in Forks. Though, coming back home wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I started my career as a teacher, even if it was perfect.
I loved the idea of becoming a teacher; it's all I've wanted to do these past few years... but I wondered if it was best to teach at the school I went to, considering how close in age I was to my students. However, I knew Forks High School was the best option for me because I knew it so well. Not to mention the fact that my father had been a great contributor to this school.
Not that I'm haughty or pretentious or some spoiled rich kid. I did, after all, get where I am on my own. But still, it felt comfortable to be so close to my family. That was part of the reason why I wasn't against moving back where Emmett was. Other than Emmett, I chose Forks High since I didn't want to be too far from my parents. I felt a slight stab at my masculinity as I admitted that to myself.
The bell had finally rung, and my students started to finally trickle in. I'd gotten looks of all kinds - the shocked, incredulous expression; the cocky grin; shy and avoiding, yet still glancing back; a swoon or two... I wasn't cocky, but I knew that I was in some way good looking to some; otherwise, I wouldn't be attracting as much attention as I did whenever I went out. So, it didn't surprise me all that much that there were a few lingering looks from the arriving girls. (I wasn't cocky. Really.) Then the late bell rang, and I knew my time was up. This was it: my first lesson (well, not lesson, because I didn't plan to start actually teaching until Wednesday). I went up to the front of the class, at the teacher's lab station in front of the board, and introduced myself. As I talked about myself and this class, I took in my new students.
Everything was expected. I saw the familiar bored expressions I was well acquainted with in my time as a student teacher. There were the few interested still lingering, but at this point in my introduction, I didn't expect anyone to be so enthralled with biology. I knew very well that most were just here for their science credits. So, towards the end of class, I hinted at them I'd keep a blind eye to phones and iPods, which they caught on quick, and thought to myself that this was only going to set themselves up for disappointment; the first week was not going to be a relax time in my class. I knew that I didn't want to be an uncool teacher, because the teacher is really what makes the difference, but I remembered my own teacher Mr. Banner slacking off and ending up rushing the end of the year. He was still a science teacher here, but for Juniors.
The rest of my day followed similarly, with me piquing the kids' interests, boring them, and then my contemplation about the school year, in that order. There were few who caught my attention, and I didn't think that any would be as eye-catching as Emmett had been the first time I met him when I moved to Forks, but of course I couldn't determine anything from just the first day of school that wasn't even over yet. However, it was by the end of lunch when things changed.
I stood at the front of the classroom as my fifth period students filed in after their lunch break. This was my AP Biology class, the class that, if anything, would have at least a bit more interest in my teachings than that of the students in my regular Bio classes. I was looking forward to teaching these smart bunch of students. The first half coming in were what was supposed to be expected of AP - the silent, nerdy type. As the late bell crept closer, the rowdier bunch came to class.
The last surge of students was headed by this blonde boy who immediately grated on my nerves, with a couple of other guys, followed by a few girls, loud and chatty, only getting louder when they spotted me at the front. Immediately they all huddled together to try and find seats closer together, but realizing that all the empty seats were scattered, they complained and spread out. I could only smirk; hopefully they wouldn't be near each other once I change the seats according to last name. Then I noticed the last of their group.
Her pink lips were sealed unlike the other girls, but it was obvious that she was amongst the big, chatty group, no matter how out of place she seemed. She shuffled around for a spot when they all took seats, immediately avoiding the gaze from the blonde boy awkwardly, before briefly making eye contact with me. When her dark eyes glanced away from my own, I felt a slight intrigue. I pushed the feeling away, and considered her an oddball of the group. Maybe she was the one to watch out for, the most dangerous of the group.
No, I took note of the louder girls who were now at the front, who I knew would be a problem in this class. When I took roll call, I immediately had it engraved in my brain that I had to keep an eye out for this Lauren and Jessica, and that blonde boy Mike Newton. Of course, I also took note of the girl who finally had taken a seat alone in the back; her name was Isabella Swan, and it rolled off my tongue easily when I called it out.
By the time class was done, it occurred to me that I should have gotten all my students to say something about themselves, but, thinking again, I didn't want to put anyone on the spot, nor did I want to hear Jessica and Lauren get too chatty again. Still, it would have been nice to hear from those students who didn't say anything at all to me... Well, I had the rest of the year to get to know my students, and hopefully I'll be like a friend to them.
When my own friend had called to remind me of our trip to Volterra after school, I still couldn't tell him no. After saying good bye to the rest of the staff, which was a surreal experience as most of them were my own teachers before, I got ready to go to Volterra. I was going to meet Emmett there, which made my Volvo my perfect getaway. I loved my car dearly, probably as much as I loved my family or Emmett, and I never seemed to take chance not to ride fast in it. I just couldn't help it. However, in this case, I ended up going much slower than I had ever gone before.
It took me about an hour to get there - longer than the average time of a normal speed. Monday night, and Volterra was pulsing with people. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Immediately, I spotted Emmett, who was leaning against the wall, looking at me with a leery grin. We greeted each other without many words and made our way in. There was a crowd on the dance floor, and some scattered on the stage. I glanced at Emmett, who was grinning like a cat who caught the canary right at the redhead singing at the front.
Of course.
She was making lewd movements, but that only turned Emmett even more on. He patted me on the back and said that she was it. I nodded, and was soon left alone. But I wasn't left alone for long. A blonde sauntered her way over to me, and I couldn't help the smirk to come up to my features. In one word, hot. But, I didn't want this tonight. I told myself that over again. I looked for Emmett.
I couldn't see any sign of him, because this blonde was still in my face. Mentally sighing, I leaned into her ear, "Babe, I'm afraid tonight's not your night." I ran my hand along her curves, only to pause at her behind, then walked the other way, only taking a quick glance at her shocked expression. I knew very well what she was thinking.
But I just didn't care. I had to find Emmett, and help him get that girl, like I knew he'd planned. However, it seemed as if he didn't need my help. It wasn't even ten minutes, and Emmett was already grinding with that singer on stage. If there weren't any clothes, they'd be doing more than just dancing. I sighed, signaling to him that I was leaving. He grinned at the girl, and waved me off. I knew I shouldn't have even bothered to come. But, I suppose it was better to see Emmett off with someone than to have let him come on his own with a possibility of making a fool of himself... not that he wasn't right now, but at least he was going to get some action. I ignored the females throwing themselves at me, all too conscious of the fact that I had to make it home safely.
There was school the next day, after all.
I was more than a little ticked at myself for allowing myself to go to Volterra. I sped my way back home in twenty minutes on a trip that should have been forty minutes. I wasn't even there for more than fifteen minutes. What a waste of gas.
Getting home, I found myself thinking about my classes. Instead of feeling regret for not going home with that blonde tonight, I felt regret over going at all. After one day, I found that I simply couldn't care about getting ass. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration; it's not like I'll give it all up for my students. I doubted I would even be that way with any girl - save for Tanya, but that was the closest it'd ever get probably.
I briefly thought that I should call Tanya, to see how she was, but I simply wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone for company, especially from a female (even if said female wasn't completely feminine). To tell the truth, I wanted to see my students again. I guess that meant the chatty ones too, but what I really wanted to do was to get to know the ones who would be hard to crack. I hadn't come across any so noteworthy in the day, but we hadn't even done any work yet, so I was willing to wait...
Thus, the first few weeks came and went, and things were generally normal. Once Emmett had spent the night with that singer chick, he said he had been "satiated enough"... That, and she had turned out to be a completely lifeless bitch. Since he was done with her, he had been less on my case on letting loose from my new responsibility, or maybe that was because I went out to Volterra with him twice in those first few weeks. And Volterra never fails when I'm in the mood. Those two times were a needed release from the schoolwork that was just starting to pick up. (I even had an eventful, long night with a dirty blonde.)
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests,
SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
And it was also a Monday. My first day as a teacher.
"Not tonight, Em," I said to him with conviction. "In case you didn't remember, which wouldn't surprise me, I have class to teach tomorrow as well. Maybe we can go Friday."
"But Edward!" Emmett whined loudly, stinging my ears. "There's this singer chick there, and she's only there until tomorrow! I can't just let her go to the next city without a complete welcome from ol' Emmett. I have to have her--"
"Fine," I groaned. I was going to regret this very, very much later on, but I just had to shut him up, or else he'd be on my case for days. "Fine. I'm going. Tonight. But I'm leaving early, with no drinks, no crazy shit, no women for me."
"What? No women?" Emmett cried. "I don't even think that's possible for you."
I glanced at the clock. I had barely enough time to say goodbye to him. "In case you didn't notice, I'm a responsible little boy now, and I have a class to teach. So, I'll see you tonight after school, and no funny shi--stuff."
Emmett snickered at me trying to retaliate, but I didn't give him the chance to. I snapped my phone shut and turned it off before putting it back into my desk. He was truly a horrible influence on me, but he was my best friend. Someone had to take care of him. But, I didn't mind. We'd grown up together, and in many ways I was the yin to his yang. We just couldn't be separate for long. In fact, he was one the reasons I moved back here. For a while, he was planning to move to Seattle, and I would have been fine with that, since I often times preferred the city, but he had to take care of his family, and he was stuck in Forks for however long still.
I was fine with it; like I said, I couldn't stray from him for too long. I had already had gotten my Bachelor's, and done my requirements as a student teacher, so I was already set in what I could do for money in Forks. Though, coming back home wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I started my career as a teacher, even if it was perfect.
I loved the idea of becoming a teacher; it's all I've wanted to do these past few years... but I wondered if it was best to teach at the school I went to, considering how close in age I was to my students. However, I knew Forks High School was the best option for me because I knew it so well. Not to mention the fact that my father had been a great contributor to this school.
Not that I'm haughty or pretentious or some spoiled rich kid. I did, after all, get where I am on my own. But still, it felt comfortable to be so close to my family. That was part of the reason why I wasn't against moving back where Emmett was. Other than Emmett, I chose Forks High since I didn't want to be too far from my parents. I felt a slight stab at my masculinity as I admitted that to myself.
The bell had finally rung, and my students started to finally trickle in. I'd gotten looks of all kinds - the shocked, incredulous expression; the cocky grin; shy and avoiding, yet still glancing back; a swoon or two... I wasn't cocky, but I knew that I was in some way good looking to some; otherwise, I wouldn't be attracting as much attention as I did whenever I went out. So, it didn't surprise me all that much that there were a few lingering looks from the arriving girls. (I wasn't cocky. Really.) Then the late bell rang, and I knew my time was up. This was it: my first lesson (well, not lesson, because I didn't plan to start actually teaching until Wednesday). I went up to the front of the class, at the teacher's lab station in front of the board, and introduced myself. As I talked about myself and this class, I took in my new students.
Everything was expected. I saw the familiar bored expressions I was well acquainted with in my time as a student teacher. There were the few interested still lingering, but at this point in my introduction, I didn't expect anyone to be so enthralled with biology. I knew very well that most were just here for their science credits. So, towards the end of class, I hinted at them I'd keep a blind eye to phones and iPods, which they caught on quick, and thought to myself that this was only going to set themselves up for disappointment; the first week was not going to be a relax time in my class. I knew that I didn't want to be an uncool teacher, because the teacher is really what makes the difference, but I remembered my own teacher Mr. Banner slacking off and ending up rushing the end of the year. He was still a science teacher here, but for Juniors.
The rest of my day followed similarly, with me piquing the kids' interests, boring them, and then my contemplation about the school year, in that order. There were few who caught my attention, and I didn't think that any would be as eye-catching as Emmett had been the first time I met him when I moved to Forks, but of course I couldn't determine anything from just the first day of school that wasn't even over yet. However, it was by the end of lunch when things changed.
I stood at the front of the classroom as my fifth period students filed in after their lunch break. This was my AP Biology class, the class that, if anything, would have at least a bit more interest in my teachings than that of the students in my regular Bio classes. I was looking forward to teaching these smart bunch of students. The first half coming in were what was supposed to be expected of AP - the silent, nerdy type. As the late bell crept closer, the rowdier bunch came to class.
The last surge of students was headed by this blonde boy who immediately grated on my nerves, with a couple of other guys, followed by a few girls, loud and chatty, only getting louder when they spotted me at the front. Immediately they all huddled together to try and find seats closer together, but realizing that all the empty seats were scattered, they complained and spread out. I could only smirk; hopefully they wouldn't be near each other once I change the seats according to last name. Then I noticed the last of their group.
Her pink lips were sealed unlike the other girls, but it was obvious that she was amongst the big, chatty group, no matter how out of place she seemed. She shuffled around for a spot when they all took seats, immediately avoiding the gaze from the blonde boy awkwardly, before briefly making eye contact with me. When her dark eyes glanced away from my own, I felt a slight intrigue. I pushed the feeling away, and considered her an oddball of the group. Maybe she was the one to watch out for, the most dangerous of the group.
No, I took note of the louder girls who were now at the front, who I knew would be a problem in this class. When I took roll call, I immediately had it engraved in my brain that I had to keep an eye out for this Lauren and Jessica, and that blonde boy Mike Newton. Of course, I also took note of the girl who finally had taken a seat alone in the back; her name was Isabella Swan, and it rolled off my tongue easily when I called it out.
By the time class was done, it occurred to me that I should have gotten all my students to say something about themselves, but, thinking again, I didn't want to put anyone on the spot, nor did I want to hear Jessica and Lauren get too chatty again. Still, it would have been nice to hear from those students who didn't say anything at all to me... Well, I had the rest of the year to get to know my students, and hopefully I'll be like a friend to them.
When my own friend had called to remind me of our trip to Volterra after school, I still couldn't tell him no. After saying good bye to the rest of the staff, which was a surreal experience as most of them were my own teachers before, I got ready to go to Volterra. I was going to meet Emmett there, which made my Volvo my perfect getaway. I loved my car dearly, probably as much as I loved my family or Emmett, and I never seemed to take chance not to ride fast in it. I just couldn't help it. However, in this case, I ended up going much slower than I had ever gone before.
It took me about an hour to get there - longer than the average time of a normal speed. Monday night, and Volterra was pulsing with people. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Immediately, I spotted Emmett, who was leaning against the wall, looking at me with a leery grin. We greeted each other without many words and made our way in. There was a crowd on the dance floor, and some scattered on the stage. I glanced at Emmett, who was grinning like a cat who caught the canary right at the redhead singing at the front.
Of course.
She was making lewd movements, but that only turned Emmett even more on. He patted me on the back and said that she was it. I nodded, and was soon left alone. But I wasn't left alone for long. A blonde sauntered her way over to me, and I couldn't help the smirk to come up to my features. In one word, hot. But, I didn't want this tonight. I told myself that over again. I looked for Emmett.
I couldn't see any sign of him, because this blonde was still in my face. Mentally sighing, I leaned into her ear, "Babe, I'm afraid tonight's not your night." I ran my hand along her curves, only to pause at her behind, then walked the other way, only taking a quick glance at her shocked expression. I knew very well what she was thinking.
But I just didn't care. I had to find Emmett, and help him get that girl, like I knew he'd planned. However, it seemed as if he didn't need my help. It wasn't even ten minutes, and Emmett was already grinding with that singer on stage. If there weren't any clothes, they'd be doing more than just dancing. I sighed, signaling to him that I was leaving. He grinned at the girl, and waved me off. I knew I shouldn't have even bothered to come. But, I suppose it was better to see Emmett off with someone than to have let him come on his own with a possibility of making a fool of himself... not that he wasn't right now, but at least he was going to get some action. I ignored the females throwing themselves at me, all too conscious of the fact that I had to make it home safely.
There was school the next day, after all.
I was more than a little ticked at myself for allowing myself to go to Volterra. I sped my way back home in twenty minutes on a trip that should have been forty minutes. I wasn't even there for more than fifteen minutes. What a waste of gas.
Getting home, I found myself thinking about my classes. Instead of feeling regret for not going home with that blonde tonight, I felt regret over going at all. After one day, I found that I simply couldn't care about getting ass. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration; it's not like I'll give it all up for my students. I doubted I would even be that way with any girl - save for Tanya, but that was the closest it'd ever get probably.
I briefly thought that I should call Tanya, to see how she was, but I simply wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone for company, especially from a female (even if said female wasn't completely feminine). To tell the truth, I wanted to see my students again. I guess that meant the chatty ones too, but what I really wanted to do was to get to know the ones who would be hard to crack. I hadn't come across any so noteworthy in the day, but we hadn't even done any work yet, so I was willing to wait...
Thus, the first few weeks came and went, and things were generally normal. Once Emmett had spent the night with that singer chick, he said he had been "satiated enough"... That, and she had turned out to be a completely lifeless bitch. Since he was done with her, he had been less on my case on letting loose from my new responsibility, or maybe that was because I went out to Volterra with him twice in those first few weeks. And Volterra never fails when I'm in the mood. Those two times were a needed release from the schoolwork that was just starting to pick up. (I even had an eventful, long night with a dirty blonde.)
My regular Biology classes were expectedly...regular; it was my AP Bio class that mostly didn't realize how difficult of a time they would have. It was obvious who would prevail in the year and who would ultimately fail by the AP test. The first week was full of switching around; one Eric Yorkie moved into AP, while several other students switched out. I was surprised neither Lauren nor Jessica had dropped the class yet, considering that they were constantly gossiping even after I put the two on opposite ends of the room. I didn't want to stereotype their kind, but judging from their quiz scores and work ethic, they seemed to fit well in that crowd. Mike Newton, who I grew more agitated with as the days went by, was still in my AP class however. I knew that even if he switched out, he would still be my student, considering I was one of three science teachers; one for Freshmen-Sophomores, another for Juniors, and me. Though, he at least did the work and stayed on task.
Who surprised me, however, was Isabella Swan. After about a week of class, she softly corrected me privately, saying that she preferred to be referred to as "Bella." I wondered why she hadn't told me this earlier, because all the others who had shortened names told me almost immediately. Though, as more time passed, I simply found out she was shy. I had thought of her wrong in the beginning; she wasn't quiet because she was secretly a trouble maker. She was quiet because she didn't belong with the other loud kids.
She didn't belong, indeed. She surpassed all of her peers, even the typical "nerd", with high marks. After only three weeks, her work ethic was better than any college classmate of mine, and she didn't seem to cave under stress. This girl was ridiculously smart, too. I was in awe that any seventeen, eighteen year old could be so intelligent. Anyone who was as smart as her should be labeled one thing: prodigy. The only thing that I seemed to notice wrong about her was her friends.
It was one day, just after the five week grading, when I realized this. I wanted to talk to Bella after class about her insight on my last test; she had written a brilliant response that could only be classified as college level work, and I wanted her to elaborate.
"Are you sure you didn't take this class before?" I asked her coyly, giving her a wink.
"I took an Honors class for Biology I, but not as hard as this..." she replied softly. There was a slight tint of pink to her face, and I felt slightly bad for embarrassing her. Surely she was the type of kid who couldn't see themselves in a proud light. Again, I was in awe of her: humility, smarts, and...
"Bella!"
Both of us flinched at the same time from the shrill sound of Tyler Crowley's voice. He was in my first period class. I had been feeling more annoyed by him by the day, and this wasn't helping. Tyler approached us from where he was apparently waiting for her in the back, doing a sort of half-run that made his leg look limp. A wide grin was on his face, and I briefly wondered what he could be so happy about, and why he was even here still. Then, he wrapped an arm around Bella for a hug. The attempt was there, but from where I was standing, it was the most awkward hug I had ever seen. She gave him a smile that could've passed as a cringe and she only barely leaned into him. Her discomfort made me discomforted.
"Ah, Mr. Crowley, don't you have to get to class?" I said to him in as calm a voice I could muster. I didn't dislike him, really. He wanted to be the "funny one" in class, who everyone laughs at, and who everyone thinks is cool. But while he had the popularity, and while he was loud, he simply annoyed me.
"It's only PE," he said. "Coach is cool with it if I get in late. Besides, I wanted to stay with Bella for a bit." He paused and looked at me for a while with a smile. "Because I am going to ask this girl to Homecoming."
"What?" Bella interjected incredulously. My eyebrows raised at her tone. Of course, it was obvious to anyone that she didn't like Tyler Crowley like that, but I'd think a girl would be pleased to find out that someone was courting her. She continued, interrupting my thoughts. "Tyler, I hope you remember what I said last year for the spring dance, and what I told you for Prom... I'm sorry. Dances simply aren't my thing."
"Aw, Bella, I'm sure you'd have fun with me," he said, nudging her with his elbow.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tyler." Then, she looked to me, as if she remembered that I was there. Her face was getting redder. "Sorry about this, Mr. Cullen. It's getting late now. Can I have my note for my teacher?"
"Oh, yeah, sure..." I wrote it down quickly and passed it to her. She waved goodbye as I watched her leave. For some reason, I couldn't look away from the door.
Then, Tyler said, "Can I have a pass too, Mr. C?"
"I thought you said it was cool with your coach," I replied monotonously.
"Well..." Tyler started.
"Just get out, Tyler." My voice was final and as monotonous as I jotted down an excuse note. But, I couldn't look at him as he walked away, because it was through that same door that Bella Swan had walked out of. And for some reason, I felt like watching Tyler walk out would taint the image I had of Bella's hair swooshing behind her. She really was something.
I shook the thought off, trying to stop lingering on Bella.
Days went by, and they started to mesh with one another. School was easily falling into routine, as was my hanging out with Emmett; though, with Emmett, I shouldn't use the word "routine." He'd stop by during class sometimes, the girls fawning over him easily. At first it was actually a nice break from all the leering toward me, but it soon became a hindrance, since, after the girls got used to me, Emmett's appearance would only be a reminder to how good looking we were. (Again, I'm not cocky, really.) Still, he brought variety to the banality of my students' ever growing comfortability with me, and overshadowed their true selves in the classroom.
One time, he slammed open the door of my class just before lunch time, effectively scaring everyone in the class. Most, including I, jumped a foot into the air once that door made contact with the wall as his booming voice called, "Mr. Cullen!" He was a hilarious breath of fresh air that could get on my nerves, especially when he'd start talking with my students about their older siblings who we all grew up with. He was taking up class time, and he definitely wasn't helping with their behavior. They were getting progressively chattier by the weeks.
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests,
SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
Read the 1st continuation here
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests, SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
And it was also a Monday. My first day as a teacher.
"Not tonight, Em," I said to him with conviction. "In case you didn't remember, which wouldn't surprise me, I have class to teach tomorrow as well. Maybe we can go Friday."
"But Edward!" Emmett whined loudly, stinging my ears. "There's this singer chick there, and she's only there until tomorrow! I can't just let her go to the next city without a complete welcome from ol' Emmett. I have to have her--"
"Fine," I groaned. I was going to regret this very, very much later on, but I just had to shut him up, or else he'd be on my case for days. "Fine. I'm going. Tonight. But I'm leaving early, with no drinks, no crazy shit, no women for me."
"What? No women?" Emmett cried. "I don't even think that's possible for you."
I glanced at the clock. I had barely enough time to say goodbye to him. "In case you didn't notice, I'm a responsible little boy now, and I have a class to teach. So, I'll see you tonight after school, and no funny shi--stuff."
Emmett snickered at me trying to retaliate, but I didn't give him the chance to. I snapped my phone shut and turned it off before putting it back into my desk. He was truly a horrible influence on me, but he was my best friend. Someone had to take care of him. But, I didn't mind. We'd grown up together, and in many ways I was the yin to his yang. We just couldn't be separate for long. In fact, he was one the reasons I moved back here. For a while, he was planning to move to Seattle, and I would have been fine with that, since I often times preferred the city, but he had to take care of his family, and he was stuck in Forks for however long still.
I was fine with it; like I said, I couldn't stray from him for too long. I had already had gotten my Bachelor's, and done my requirements as a student teacher, so I was already set in what I could do for money in Forks. Though, coming back home wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I started my career as a teacher, even if it was perfect.
I loved the idea of becoming a teacher; it's all I've wanted to do these past few years... but I wondered if it was best to teach at the school I went to, considering how close in age I was to my students. However, I knew Forks High School was the best option for me because I knew it so well. Not to mention the fact that my father had been a great contributor to this school.
Not that I'm haughty or pretentious or some spoiled rich kid. I did, after all, get where I am on my own. But still, it felt comfortable to be so close to my family. That was part of the reason why I wasn't against moving back where Emmett was. Other than Emmett, I chose Forks High since I didn't want to be too far from my parents. I felt a slight stab at my masculinity as I admitted that to myself.
The bell had finally rung, and my students started to finally trickle in. I'd gotten looks of all kinds - the shocked, incredulous expression; the cocky grin; shy and avoiding, yet still glancing back; a swoon or two... I wasn't cocky, but I knew that I was in some way good looking to some; otherwise, I wouldn't be attracting as much attention as I did whenever I went out. So, it didn't surprise me all that much that there were a few lingering looks from the arriving girls. (I wasn't cocky. Really.) Then the late bell rang, and I knew my time was up. This was it: my first lesson (well, not lesson, because I didn't plan to start actually teaching until Wednesday). I went up to the front of the class, at the teacher's lab station in front of the board, and introduced myself. As I talked about myself and this class, I took in my new students.
Everything was expected. I saw the familiar bored expressions I was well acquainted with in my time as a student teacher. There were the few interested still lingering, but at this point in my introduction, I didn't expect anyone to be so enthralled with biology. I knew very well that most were just here for their science credits. So, towards the end of class, I hinted at them I'd keep a blind eye to phones and iPods, which they caught on quick, and thought to myself that this was only going to set themselves up for disappointment; the first week was not going to be a relax time in my class. I knew that I didn't want to be an uncool teacher, because the teacher is really what makes the difference, but I remembered my own teacher Mr. Banner slacking off and ending up rushing the end of the year. He was still a science teacher here, but for Juniors.
The rest of my day followed similarly, with me piquing the kids' interests, boring them, and then my contemplation about the school year, in that order. There were few who caught my attention, and I didn't think that any would be as eye-catching as Emmett had been the first time I met him when I moved to Forks, but of course I couldn't determine anything from just the first day of school that wasn't even over yet. However, it was by the end of lunch when things changed.
I stood at the front of the classroom as my fifth period students filed in after their lunch break. This was my AP Biology class, the class that, if anything, would have at least a bit more interest in my teachings than that of the students in my regular Bio classes. I was looking forward to teaching these smart bunch of students. The first half coming in were what was supposed to be expected of AP - the silent, nerdy type. As the late bell crept closer, the rowdier bunch came to class.
The last surge of students was headed by this blonde boy who immediately grated on my nerves, with a couple of other guys, followed by a few girls, loud and chatty, only getting louder when they spotted me at the front. Immediately they all huddled together to try and find seats closer together, but realizing that all the empty seats were scattered, they complained and spread out. I could only smirk; hopefully they wouldn't be near each other once I change the seats according to last name. Then I noticed the last of their group.
Her pink lips were sealed unlike the other girls, but it was obvious that she was amongst the big, chatty group, no matter how out of place she seemed. She shuffled around for a spot when they all took seats, immediately avoiding the gaze from the blonde boy awkwardly, before briefly making eye contact with me. When her dark eyes glanced away from my own, I felt a slight intrigue. I pushed the feeling away, and considered her an oddball of the group. Maybe she was the one to watch out for, the most dangerous of the group.
No, I took note of the louder girls who were now at the front, who I knew would be a problem in this class. When I took roll call, I immediately had it engraved in my brain that I had to keep an eye out for this Lauren and Jessica, and that blonde boy Mike Newton. Of course, I also took note of the girl who finally had taken a seat alone in the back; her name was Isabella Swan, and it rolled off my tongue easily when I called it out.
By the time class was done, it occurred to me that I should have gotten all my students to say something about themselves, but, thinking again, I didn't want to put anyone on the spot, nor did I want to hear Jessica and Lauren get too chatty again. Still, it would have been nice to hear from those students who didn't say anything at all to me... Well, I had the rest of the year to get to know my students, and hopefully I'll be like a friend to them.
When my own friend had called to remind me of our trip to Volterra after school, I still couldn't tell him no. After saying good bye to the rest of the staff, which was a surreal experience as most of them were my own teachers before, I got ready to go to Volterra. I was going to meet Emmett there, which made my Volvo my perfect getaway. I loved my car dearly, probably as much as I loved my family or Emmett, and I never seemed to take chance not to ride fast in it. I just couldn't help it. However, in this case, I ended up going much slower than I had ever gone before.
It took me about an hour to get there - longer than the average time of a normal speed. Monday night, and Volterra was pulsing with people. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Immediately, I spotted Emmett, who was leaning against the wall, looking at me with a leery grin. We greeted each other without many words and made our way in. There was a crowd on the dance floor, and some scattered on the stage. I glanced at Emmett, who was grinning like a cat who caught the canary right at the redhead singing at the front.
Of course.
She was making lewd movements, but that only turned Emmett even more on. He patted me on the back and said that she was it. I nodded, and was soon left alone. But I wasn't left alone for long. A blonde sauntered her way over to me, and I couldn't help the smirk to come up to my features. In one word, hot. But, I didn't want this tonight. I told myself that over again. I looked for Emmett.
I couldn't see any sign of him, because this blonde was still in my face. Mentally sighing, I leaned into her ear, "Babe, I'm afraid tonight's not your night." I ran my hand along her curves, only to pause at her behind, then walked the other way, only taking a quick glance at her shocked expression. I knew very well what she was thinking.
But I just didn't care. I had to find Emmett, and help him get that girl, like I knew he'd planned. However, it seemed as if he didn't need my help. It wasn't even ten minutes, and Emmett was already grinding with that singer on stage. If there weren't any clothes, they'd be doing more than just dancing. I sighed, signaling to him that I was leaving. He grinned at the girl, and waved me off. I knew I shouldn't have even bothered to come. But, I suppose it was better to see Emmett off with someone than to have let him come on his own with a possibility of making a fool of himself... not that he wasn't right now, but at least he was going to get some action. I ignored the females throwing themselves at me, all too conscious of the fact that I had to make it home safely.
There was school the next day, after all.
I was more than a little ticked at myself for allowing myself to go to Volterra. I sped my way back home in twenty minutes on a trip that should have been forty minutes. I wasn't even there for more than fifteen minutes. What a waste of gas.
Getting home, I found myself thinking about my classes. Instead of feeling regret for not going home with that blonde tonight, I felt regret over going at all. After one day, I found that I simply couldn't care about getting ass. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration; it's not like I'll give it all up for my students. I doubted I would even be that way with any girl - save for Tanya, but that was the closest it'd ever get probably.
I briefly thought that I should call Tanya, to see how she was, but I simply wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone for company, especially from a female (even if said female wasn't completely feminine). To tell the truth, I wanted to see my students again. I guess that meant the chatty ones too, but what I really wanted to do was to get to know the ones who would be hard to crack. I hadn't come across any so noteworthy in the day, but we hadn't even done any work yet, so I was willing to wait...
Thus, the first few weeks came and went, and things were generally normal. Once Emmett had spent the night with that singer chick, he said he had been "satiated enough"... That, and she had turned out to be a completely lifeless bitch. Since he was done with her, he had been less on my case on letting loose from my new responsibility, or maybe that was because I went out to Volterra with him twice in those first few weeks. And Volterra never fails when I'm in the mood. Those two times were a needed release from the schoolwork that was just starting to pick up. (I even had an eventful, long night with a dirty blonde.)
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests,
SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
And it was also a Monday. My first day as a teacher.
"Not tonight, Em," I said to him with conviction. "In case you didn't remember, which wouldn't surprise me, I have class to teach tomorrow as well. Maybe we can go Friday."
"But Edward!" Emmett whined loudly, stinging my ears. "There's this singer chick there, and she's only there until tomorrow! I can't just let her go to the next city without a complete welcome from ol' Emmett. I have to have her--"
"Fine," I groaned. I was going to regret this very, very much later on, but I just had to shut him up, or else he'd be on my case for days. "Fine. I'm going. Tonight. But I'm leaving early, with no drinks, no crazy shit, no women for me."
"What? No women?" Emmett cried. "I don't even think that's possible for you."
I glanced at the clock. I had barely enough time to say goodbye to him. "In case you didn't notice, I'm a responsible little boy now, and I have a class to teach. So, I'll see you tonight after school, and no funny shi--stuff."
Emmett snickered at me trying to retaliate, but I didn't give him the chance to. I snapped my phone shut and turned it off before putting it back into my desk. He was truly a horrible influence on me, but he was my best friend. Someone had to take care of him. But, I didn't mind. We'd grown up together, and in many ways I was the yin to his yang. We just couldn't be separate for long. In fact, he was one the reasons I moved back here. For a while, he was planning to move to Seattle, and I would have been fine with that, since I often times preferred the city, but he had to take care of his family, and he was stuck in Forks for however long still.
I was fine with it; like I said, I couldn't stray from him for too long. I had already had gotten my Bachelor's, and done my requirements as a student teacher, so I was already set in what I could do for money in Forks. Though, coming back home wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I started my career as a teacher, even if it was perfect.
I loved the idea of becoming a teacher; it's all I've wanted to do these past few years... but I wondered if it was best to teach at the school I went to, considering how close in age I was to my students. However, I knew Forks High School was the best option for me because I knew it so well. Not to mention the fact that my father had been a great contributor to this school.
Not that I'm haughty or pretentious or some spoiled rich kid. I did, after all, get where I am on my own. But still, it felt comfortable to be so close to my family. That was part of the reason why I wasn't against moving back where Emmett was. Other than Emmett, I chose Forks High since I didn't want to be too far from my parents. I felt a slight stab at my masculinity as I admitted that to myself.
The bell had finally rung, and my students started to finally trickle in. I'd gotten looks of all kinds - the shocked, incredulous expression; the cocky grin; shy and avoiding, yet still glancing back; a swoon or two... I wasn't cocky, but I knew that I was in some way good looking to some; otherwise, I wouldn't be attracting as much attention as I did whenever I went out. So, it didn't surprise me all that much that there were a few lingering looks from the arriving girls. (I wasn't cocky. Really.) Then the late bell rang, and I knew my time was up. This was it: my first lesson (well, not lesson, because I didn't plan to start actually teaching until Wednesday). I went up to the front of the class, at the teacher's lab station in front of the board, and introduced myself. As I talked about myself and this class, I took in my new students.
Everything was expected. I saw the familiar bored expressions I was well acquainted with in my time as a student teacher. There were the few interested still lingering, but at this point in my introduction, I didn't expect anyone to be so enthralled with biology. I knew very well that most were just here for their science credits. So, towards the end of class, I hinted at them I'd keep a blind eye to phones and iPods, which they caught on quick, and thought to myself that this was only going to set themselves up for disappointment; the first week was not going to be a relax time in my class. I knew that I didn't want to be an uncool teacher, because the teacher is really what makes the difference, but I remembered my own teacher Mr. Banner slacking off and ending up rushing the end of the year. He was still a science teacher here, but for Juniors.
The rest of my day followed similarly, with me piquing the kids' interests, boring them, and then my contemplation about the school year, in that order. There were few who caught my attention, and I didn't think that any would be as eye-catching as Emmett had been the first time I met him when I moved to Forks, but of course I couldn't determine anything from just the first day of school that wasn't even over yet. However, it was by the end of lunch when things changed.
I stood at the front of the classroom as my fifth period students filed in after their lunch break. This was my AP Biology class, the class that, if anything, would have at least a bit more interest in my teachings than that of the students in my regular Bio classes. I was looking forward to teaching these smart bunch of students. The first half coming in were what was supposed to be expected of AP - the silent, nerdy type. As the late bell crept closer, the rowdier bunch came to class.
The last surge of students was headed by this blonde boy who immediately grated on my nerves, with a couple of other guys, followed by a few girls, loud and chatty, only getting louder when they spotted me at the front. Immediately they all huddled together to try and find seats closer together, but realizing that all the empty seats were scattered, they complained and spread out. I could only smirk; hopefully they wouldn't be near each other once I change the seats according to last name. Then I noticed the last of their group.
Her pink lips were sealed unlike the other girls, but it was obvious that she was amongst the big, chatty group, no matter how out of place she seemed. She shuffled around for a spot when they all took seats, immediately avoiding the gaze from the blonde boy awkwardly, before briefly making eye contact with me. When her dark eyes glanced away from my own, I felt a slight intrigue. I pushed the feeling away, and considered her an oddball of the group. Maybe she was the one to watch out for, the most dangerous of the group.
No, I took note of the louder girls who were now at the front, who I knew would be a problem in this class. When I took roll call, I immediately had it engraved in my brain that I had to keep an eye out for this Lauren and Jessica, and that blonde boy Mike Newton. Of course, I also took note of the girl who finally had taken a seat alone in the back; her name was Isabella Swan, and it rolled off my tongue easily when I called it out.
By the time class was done, it occurred to me that I should have gotten all my students to say something about themselves, but, thinking again, I didn't want to put anyone on the spot, nor did I want to hear Jessica and Lauren get too chatty again. Still, it would have been nice to hear from those students who didn't say anything at all to me... Well, I had the rest of the year to get to know my students, and hopefully I'll be like a friend to them.
When my own friend had called to remind me of our trip to Volterra after school, I still couldn't tell him no. After saying good bye to the rest of the staff, which was a surreal experience as most of them were my own teachers before, I got ready to go to Volterra. I was going to meet Emmett there, which made my Volvo my perfect getaway. I loved my car dearly, probably as much as I loved my family or Emmett, and I never seemed to take chance not to ride fast in it. I just couldn't help it. However, in this case, I ended up going much slower than I had ever gone before.
It took me about an hour to get there - longer than the average time of a normal speed. Monday night, and Volterra was pulsing with people. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Immediately, I spotted Emmett, who was leaning against the wall, looking at me with a leery grin. We greeted each other without many words and made our way in. There was a crowd on the dance floor, and some scattered on the stage. I glanced at Emmett, who was grinning like a cat who caught the canary right at the redhead singing at the front.
Of course.
She was making lewd movements, but that only turned Emmett even more on. He patted me on the back and said that she was it. I nodded, and was soon left alone. But I wasn't left alone for long. A blonde sauntered her way over to me, and I couldn't help the smirk to come up to my features. In one word, hot. But, I didn't want this tonight. I told myself that over again. I looked for Emmett.
I couldn't see any sign of him, because this blonde was still in my face. Mentally sighing, I leaned into her ear, "Babe, I'm afraid tonight's not your night." I ran my hand along her curves, only to pause at her behind, then walked the other way, only taking a quick glance at her shocked expression. I knew very well what she was thinking.
But I just didn't care. I had to find Emmett, and help him get that girl, like I knew he'd planned. However, it seemed as if he didn't need my help. It wasn't even ten minutes, and Emmett was already grinding with that singer on stage. If there weren't any clothes, they'd be doing more than just dancing. I sighed, signaling to him that I was leaving. He grinned at the girl, and waved me off. I knew I shouldn't have even bothered to come. But, I suppose it was better to see Emmett off with someone than to have let him come on his own with a possibility of making a fool of himself... not that he wasn't right now, but at least he was going to get some action. I ignored the females throwing themselves at me, all too conscious of the fact that I had to make it home safely.
There was school the next day, after all.
I was more than a little ticked at myself for allowing myself to go to Volterra. I sped my way back home in twenty minutes on a trip that should have been forty minutes. I wasn't even there for more than fifteen minutes. What a waste of gas.
Getting home, I found myself thinking about my classes. Instead of feeling regret for not going home with that blonde tonight, I felt regret over going at all. After one day, I found that I simply couldn't care about getting ass. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration; it's not like I'll give it all up for my students. I doubted I would even be that way with any girl - save for Tanya, but that was the closest it'd ever get probably.
I briefly thought that I should call Tanya, to see how she was, but I simply wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone for company, especially from a female (even if said female wasn't completely feminine). To tell the truth, I wanted to see my students again. I guess that meant the chatty ones too, but what I really wanted to do was to get to know the ones who would be hard to crack. I hadn't come across any so noteworthy in the day, but we hadn't even done any work yet, so I was willing to wait...
Thus, the first few weeks came and went, and things were generally normal. Once Emmett had spent the night with that singer chick, he said he had been "satiated enough"... That, and she had turned out to be a completely lifeless bitch. Since he was done with her, he had been less on my case on letting loose from my new responsibility, or maybe that was because I went out to Volterra with him twice in those first few weeks. And Volterra never fails when I'm in the mood. Those two times were a needed release from the schoolwork that was just starting to pick up. (I even had an eventful, long night with a dirty blonde.)
My regular Biology classes were expectedly...regular; it was my AP Bio class that mostly didn't realize how difficult of a time they would have. It was obvious who would prevail in the year and who would ultimately fail by the AP test. The first week was full of switching around; one Eric Yorkie moved into AP, while several other students switched out. I was surprised neither Lauren nor Jessica had dropped the class yet, considering that they were constantly gossiping even after I put the two on opposite ends of the room. I didn't want to stereotype their kind, but judging from their quiz scores and work ethic, they seemed to fit well in that crowd. Mike Newton, who I grew more agitated with as the days went by, was still in my AP class however. I knew that even if he switched out, he would still be my student, considering I was one of three science teachers; one for Freshmen-Sophomores, another for Juniors, and me. Though, he at least did the work and stayed on task.
Who surprised me, however, was Isabella Swan. After about a week of class, she softly corrected me privately, saying that she preferred to be referred to as "Bella." I wondered why she hadn't told me this earlier, because all the others who had shortened names told me almost immediately. Though, as more time passed, I simply found out she was shy. I had thought of her wrong in the beginning; she wasn't quiet because she was secretly a trouble maker. She was quiet because she didn't belong with the other loud kids.
She didn't belong, indeed. She surpassed all of her peers, even the typical "nerd", with high marks. After only three weeks, her work ethic was better than any college classmate of mine, and she didn't seem to cave under stress. This girl was ridiculously smart, too. I was in awe that any seventeen, eighteen year old could be so intelligent. Anyone who was as smart as her should be labeled one thing: prodigy. The only thing that I seemed to notice wrong about her was her friends.
It was one day, just after the five week grading, when I realized this. I wanted to talk to Bella after class about her insight on my last test; she had written a brilliant response that could only be classified as college level work, and I wanted her to elaborate.
"Are you sure you didn't take this class before?" I asked her coyly, giving her a wink.
"I took an Honors class for Biology I, but not as hard as this..." she replied softly. There was a slight tint of pink to her face, and I felt slightly bad for embarrassing her. Surely she was the type of kid who couldn't see themselves in a proud light. Again, I was in awe of her: humility, smarts, and...
"Bella!"
Both of us flinched at the same time from the shrill sound of Tyler Crowley's voice. He was in my first period class. I had been feeling more annoyed by him by the day, and this wasn't helping. Tyler approached us from where he was apparently waiting for her in the back, doing a sort of half-run that made his leg look limp. A wide grin was on his face, and I briefly wondered what he could be so happy about, and why he was even here still. Then, he wrapped an arm around Bella for a hug. The attempt was there, but from where I was standing, it was the most awkward hug I had ever seen. She gave him a smile that could've passed as a cringe and she only barely leaned into him. Her discomfort made me discomforted.
"Ah, Mr. Crowley, don't you have to get to class?" I said to him in as calm a voice I could muster. I didn't dislike him, really. He wanted to be the "funny one" in class, who everyone laughs at, and who everyone thinks is cool. But while he had the popularity, and while he was loud, he simply annoyed me.
"It's only PE," he said. "Coach is cool with it if I get in late. Besides, I wanted to stay with Bella for a bit." He paused and looked at me for a while with a smile. "Because I am going to ask this girl to Homecoming."
"What?" Bella interjected incredulously. My eyebrows raised at her tone. Of course, it was obvious to anyone that she didn't like Tyler Crowley like that, but I'd think a girl would be pleased to find out that someone was courting her. She continued, interrupting my thoughts. "Tyler, I hope you remember what I said last year for the spring dance, and what I told you for Prom... I'm sorry. Dances simply aren't my thing."
"Aw, Bella, I'm sure you'd have fun with me," he said, nudging her with his elbow.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tyler." Then, she looked to me, as if she remembered that I was there. Her face was getting redder. "Sorry about this, Mr. Cullen. It's getting late now. Can I have my note for my teacher?"
"Oh, yeah, sure..." I wrote it down quickly and passed it to her. She waved goodbye as I watched her leave. For some reason, I couldn't look away from the door.
Then, Tyler said, "Can I have a pass too, Mr. C?"
"I thought you said it was cool with your coach," I replied monotonously.
"Well..." Tyler started.
"Just get out, Tyler." My voice was final and as monotonous as I jotted down an excuse note. But, I couldn't look at him as he walked away, because it was through that same door that Bella Swan had walked out of. And for some reason, I felt like watching Tyler walk out would taint the image I had of Bella's hair swooshing behind her. She really was something.
I shook the thought off, trying to stop lingering on Bella.
Days went by, and they started to mesh with one another. School was easily falling into routine, as was my hanging out with Emmett; though, with Emmett, I shouldn't use the word "routine." He'd stop by during class sometimes, the girls fawning over him easily. At first it was actually a nice break from all the leering toward me, but it soon became a hindrance, since, after the girls got used to me, Emmett's appearance would only be a reminder to how good looking we were. (Again, I'm not cocky, really.) Still, he brought variety to the banality of my students' ever growing comfortability with me, and overshadowed their true selves in the classroom.
One time, he slammed open the door of my class just before lunch time, effectively scaring everyone in the class. Most, including I, jumped a foot into the air once that door made contact with the wall as his booming voice called, "Mr. Cullen!" He was a hilarious breath of fresh air that could get on my nerves, especially when he'd start talking with my students about their older siblings who we all grew up with. He was taking up class time, and he definitely wasn't helping with their behavior. They were getting progressively chattier by the weeks.
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Pairings: Canon
Comments: Well. I know these will sound like excuses, but I don't give a fuu, bro: The last two years have been... hectic. AP classes/tests,
SATs, accidentally deleting this chapter (so I had to restart writing it), cousins coming and going twice from the Philippines to here to visit, going to the Philippines to visit them, my computer being stolen (thus restarting what I restarted), applying for college and preparing for college and attending college (classes, parties, the like), a very time consuming boyfriend, looking for a job and getting a job, volunteering, family problems, etc.
Honestly, I've just been unable to get to this. And can you blame me? This is one hearty piece of motha-effing toast I gave ya'll, but don't expect anything much more. I have in my head what's in store for the fifth - and final - chapter, but there is no way of telling when that's ever going to happen. I may dish out a really quick, short bit (yeah right), and hopefully it'll satiate you guys...but don't count on it.
However, lately, I've been distracted by other ideas I really want to write out. Even though it's difficult considering my college schedule, but I've been consumed with these ideas. So I'd appreciate it if you would vote for which idea appeals to you more, and I'll see what goes down. Thank you!
So! This is dedicated to two readers who actually really care. :P Lakers0604 and IcelandGirl812; I'm sorry for suddenly not responding to you guys. As I said above, life sucks. Some others worth mentioning, whom I didn't respond to: Zhee, Who'sTorchwoodHarryDoctorDraco, youngandmature
This chapter is the one I was waiting for. I realize that it may be a little too overloaded with Bella-Edward interaction, but this is a story about them both, so I had to only focus on that aspect. (It's long enough as it is.) I completely disregarded the fact that becoming a teacher (especially an AP one, where you have to be a teacher 3+ years beforehand) takes a lot longer than Edward here, so I hope you can follow the same mentality... Please excuse my inability to plan things out. On a similar note, I had a bit of an anachronism with iPod talk (keep in mind, this is circa '06). But let's chalk it up to deux ex machina.
There was a lot to take in, I know. But the Aro scene was supposed to be a build up for the next and last chapter, while I had to include something with James. The other stuff was just in reference to whatever was mentioned previously...
Straight From the Textbooks
By ahhelga
Read Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - Learners
In, out, in, out...
This was not working. Since when did I have to teach myself how to breathe properly? It's not as if this was going to be the worst day of my life... Was it? Damn, I had been so bent on figuring out who would be new students that I didn't think about what they'd think of me. After all, I wasn't that much older than them, and I had been in school the same time most of them were just in the next school over. Hell, a lot of them would probably recognized me as one of those guys that hung out with their older siblings...
And now I was their teacher.
Breathe, Edward. Breathe.
I stood at the front of my desk, waiting for the bell to ring, so that the students could come to class. I wondered what the kids would be like. Had they already found out about me, "the new teacher"? Were they going to take advantage of me for it? Would they smell my fear? I had to laugh audibly at that; I was just scared of a bunch of high school students. Okay, I knew how cruel they could be. I thought of my own high school years, where I had been both the bullied and the bully (thanks to my best friend). And the kids got worse and worse with every year... I was going to be eaten alive.
A faint buzzing brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I hadn't shut my phone off yet. I grabbed the vibrating cellphone out of my desk drawer and saw immediately who was it was from the ID.
"Hey, Emmett," I greeted cheekily.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Cullen," he replied smoothly. "The science teacher. How's your first day been so far?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "It hasn't begun yet, Emmett. It starts in a couple of minutes... You know this."
"Right, right," Emmett said absentmindedly. "It's not like those kids will miss you." He paused. "So anyway, I was thinking that after you're done with the whole kiddie thing that you'd come with me Volterra tonight to check out this chick. She's hot as hell, dude."
Volterra was the best strip club in our general vicinity. Granted, if Port Angeles was in the general vicinity. Though, that actually made it the perfect location for Emmett and I. It was close enough to not feel like we're going out of the way, but still far enough to get lost in another world. It also offered the best women Washington had to see, and feel, and appreciate. It was run by the shadiest group of people, and it allowed all kinds of otherwise shifty and high-rolling activities. Even with that, it was respectable, and people went there for a good time.
Read the 1st continuation here