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Seducing Miss Swan

Seducing Miss Swan



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Published by Liam
What could've happened if Bella did not jump off the cliff? What if Edward never returned in Forks? What's in store for them, say after 6 long years without contact? Written by DQRC, Rialle, and diamondqull (these are her pseudonyms, but only one person wrote this), This Twi-fanfic is on top of my list.
What could've happened if Bella did not jump off the cliff? What if Edward never returned in Forks? What's in store for them, say after 6 long years without contact? Written by DQRC, Rialle, and diamondqull (these are her pseudonyms, but only one person wrote this), This Twi-fanfic is on top of my list.

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Seducing Miss SwanChapter1
"Adam," I sighed, "please don't hover in the doorway, come and-" the words died in my throat as I looked at thefigure in the doorSeducing Ms SwanI have the sense to recognize thatI don’t know how to let you goEvery moment markedWith apparitions of your soul
The sun was setting on the bay, making the vast stretch of water below look like liquid gold. I smiled as I stretched myself out beneath the dying rays, the warm sand of the beach brushing enticingly against my skin."Enjoying yourself?" his smooth voice whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck and causing my nerves totingle with pleasure."Mmm," I smiled, rolling into his cool embrace, encasing his hard torso in my arms. He chuckled again and brushed my hair behind my ear with his slender fingers."I love you," he murmured, before planting a series of delicate kisses along my jaw line. I shivered, despite the heat,and openly clung to his broad shoulders. Slowly, I opened my eyes…
Beep Beep.Beep Beep."No," I groaned, my head burrowing underneath the duvet. "Five more minutes."
I was just getting to the good part…
Beep Beep.Beep Beep.I swore and reached out from beneath the covers, my arm grabbing wildly for the alarm clock. I heard a deafeningcrash and felt the floor shake. I sat bolt upright, the duvet falling away and exposing me to a wall of freezing cold air.Bleary eyed and disorientated, I looked around the room in confusion, searching for the source of the noise. My eyesfell upon my bed side cabinet- in my haste to switch off the alarm clock it seemed to have been overturned, causingthe many books and CDs piled precariously atop it to tumble to the floor. My eyes zeroed in on the alarm clock, whichwas now innocently nestled in between
 Jane Eyre
Great Expectations
.Beep Beep.Beep Beep."Stupid piece of junk," I mumbled, slamming my hand on the OFF button before reluctantly heaving myself out of bed. I stumbled across the room and across the hall into the bathroom, finding at least three things to trip over on myway. It wasn't until I had showered, dressed and had a glass of orange juice- my tolerance for caffeine wasembarrassingly low- that I could even think about the day ahead.I swung myself onto one of the stools at the counter in the kitchen of my small apartment and glanced at the calendarthat hung on the wall.
 January 4th
. Over six years had passed since Edward had left me in the forest in Forks, duringwhich I had struggled through every single day unable, despite my hardest endeavors, to forget him. I had finishedschool and gotten good grades, even in calculus; evidently emotional heart break and social isolation can do wondersfor a person's work ethic. After that I went to College- not Dartmouth- where I majored in English, before I trained tobecome a teacher. I got my first job teaching English Literature in a high school in Rochester, New York, and had beenliving in the city for almost two years.
My life had moved on, even if I hadn't.I groaned again as I wandered to the window and looked out at a city covered in snow. Rochester weather remindedme of Forks- less rainy but just as unfriendly. I turned and glanced at myself in the mirror that hung on the oppositewall. In terms of my appearance, not much had changed. I was still plain and though my body had gained a few extracurves over the years, it was still mainly slim and unremarkable. My hair and eyes were brown and my lips full, butmy face had lost all the roundness of childhood as I had transitioned from teenager to adult.
I wonder what he would think of me now? 
The errant thought surprised me and I shook my head, irritated at myself. I normally didn't let myself dwell on thosesorts of questions; they led to memories I'd rather forget. I had swiftly learnt over the years that it was easier todistance myself from anything that tied me to my past; it was the least painful way of living. It was for this reasonthat I had taken a job in Rochester, thousands of miles away from Forks. I may have fought Charlie when he tried tosend me back to Phoenix in the months following Edward's departure, but by the time I left school, I realized thatbeing surrounded by memories of 
was slowly driving me insane.In truth, this was partly the reason that I'd spent the winter break alone, despite pleas from both Charlie and Reneeto go and visit them. I had been in Forks for Thanksgiving though; dinner at La Push had become an annual fixture onmy calendar. Jacob and I were still friends.
 Ah, Jake
, I thought wistfully, my eyes drawn to a photo frame sitting onthe coffee table. It was a snapshot of us sitting by a bonfire at First Beach five years ago. He had his arm around me,and I was smiling; it was one of the only photos I owned that showed me genuinely happy. In the background youcould just make out the figures of Quil, Embry, Paul, Sam and Jared playing football. Emily had taken the photo afterwe had finished eating. I could still remember how she had said we made such a good couple and the triumphantgleam in Jacob's eyes at the word. That had never quite happened though, despite Jake's wishes. We had tried, for acouple of months during the summer before I left for college; perhaps because I was so tired of having to continuallyredraw my boundaries around him, or else because I had finally accepted that I did love him in that way. Whateverthe reason, we decided to give ourselves a chance. It didn't last. To be honest, I think I was still too broken to have arelationship beyond friendship with
, let alone someone as important to me as Jacob. I was too afraid to gettoo close to him, too afraid to lose him like I had lost Edward. It ended when I left for school in September and neitherof us ever made any attempt to rekindle the flames in the following years. He had since met a girl, Carole, and theyhad gotten married. She was everything I would have chosen for Jake- everything that he needed that I could notgive him. She was happy, whole and able to love him without conditions, something which I would never have beenable to do.I glanced at the clock; it was time to leave. Carefully picking up my bulging work bag, I threw on my coat and tookmy keys from the pot on the sideboard. It was even colder on the street than I had expected. I huddled myself against my coat, tilting my head away from the wind. I didn't have a car; I had had to leave my truck behind in Forksand although I still had my motorbike, it wasn't really suitable for driving to work, especially not in the winter. As aresult, I travelled almost everywhere by bus.The journey wasn't long and I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I barely even noticed the streets and houseswhipping past. I couldn't help but think about the dream I had been having when I woke up. My dreaming aboutEdward wasn't unusual, but my imaginings were never usually as vivid as they had been this morning. This could onlybe a bad thing, what would be next, hearing voices? I smirked at my own joke as the bus came to a halt at my stopand I hopped off, feigning a weak smile at the driver.Sycamore Grove High School was big, with just over 2500 students on roll. I mainly taught the upperclassmen, but Irecognized some of the younger students from the many extra-curriculars I had run last year. I liked to keep busy andvolunteering to help organize some of the many activities seemed like an excellent way to do that. The building itself was your typical High School- large and square with sandy colored bricks and steps leading up to the wide front doors,through which students were currently streaming. On my way up the path I had to be careful not to be caught in acrossfire by one of the many snowballs currently being thrown by what seemed like most of the male studentpopulation. I shook my head and rolled my eyes; some things never change.As I reached the door I saw a student that I recognized from one of my classes walking towards me. I groaned half amused half exasperated. It was Adam Carter- a popular junior who was apparently (I didn't really follow the schoolsport) a bit of a star on the baseball team. He had blond hair and brown eyes and reminded me irresistibly of MikeNewton, in that he seemed intent to follow me
. My colleagues liked to tease me that he had a crush, but Ipreferred to call it over-friendliness- the attentions of a 17 year old boy was
something I needed.
No, you just  prefer to dream about them instead.
I fiercely dug my nails into my fists and tried to push that thought to the edge of my mind. Like I needed to be reminded of my unhealthy night-time hallucinations- they were taking over my life as itwas.
"Hi Ms Swan!" Adam said, his loud voice causing people to turn and stare as he ambled towards me. He made a moveto take my bag but I took a step back, trying to cover it up by pretending to stumble. To my misfortune, this didn'tseem to deter him."Um, hello Adam, good Christmas?" I asked, distractedly, looking over my shoulder for an escape route."Oh sure, me and the guys went snowboarding, it was AW-esome," he rattled on earnestly, his words dissolving intomush in my brain. I faintly registered the use of the vernacular and idly thought how the language nowadays was somuch more unattractive than the formal speech of the early 1900s, then scolded myself. It was worrying how great aneffect that one short dream had had on me.I interrupted Adam, deciding that it was time to make my getaway. "That's great, but I've got to go and talk to, uh," Iracked my brains for a plausible teacher and decided the one whose office was as far away as possible, "Dr Takagi, soI'll see you later." I gave what I hoped would pass for a smile and fled, almost tripping up the steps as I went."Yeah," Adam called after me, "first period in 12E!" I didn't reply but dove through the nearest door, shaking my headin disbelief as I went. What
it with me and over-enthusiastic teenage boys? And how come they never seemed toget the message that I was really not as interesting as they made me out to be?These musings preoccupied me until I reached the staff room, and to my deep relief I was not accosted by any morepubescent admirers. As I walked into the large, beige coloured staff room however, I managed to twist my ankle anddrop my bag on my feet, much to the amusement of several maths teachers standing nearby. Irate, I picked up mythings and made my way to the kitchen.
Screw the caffeine,
I thought to myself,
I seriously need a coffee.
To my dismay, homeroom eventually came to an end, and I was forced to leave the relative safety of the staffroomand brave the jungle that was the hallways. I glanced at my timetable and realised that Adam had been correct- myfirst class was indeed in Block 12. That was about a five minute walk away, seven if I counted congestion and snowballdodging into my route. I poured myself another cup of coffee- in for a penny, in for a pound- and exited the loungehastily, before I could be told off for removing school crockery.The journey was, thankfully, without impediment- unless you counted the breaking up of one fight, the prevention of throwing snowballs
and redirecting a confused freshman when she tried to attend her biology class in the janitor’s closet while several 'helpful' sophomores snickered from behind her.When I finally made it to 12E I found half of my class already present, changing seats and lounging on desks as theyflirted, swapped post-holiday gossip and took photographs of each other on their cell phones. There was still fiveminutes to go until the official start of class, so I let them be while I sorted out my materials for the lesson. We werestarting
'Pride and Prejudice' 
today and, provided we moved through it fast enough, we were going to progress to'
 Jane Eyre' 
in a matter of weeks. Six years ago, I would not have been able to read my most favourite of Austen andBröntes' novels without descending into tears. Now however, I felt nothing but a slight pang in my empty chest-uncomfortable but bearable.I dug deep into my bag to find the sheets of paper I was planning on handing out to the class and as I rummaged, myelbow hit my bag. "Crap," I cursed as one of my folders fell to the floor, the entirety of its contents splaying across thelino. I walked around the desk and bent down, coffee still in hand, to gather up the paper."I'll help you Ms Swan!" an eager voice called out, and I looked up to see Adam again. I hadn't noticed him enter theroom and felt a flash of irritation."No Adam, I'm fine tha-" I protested, but to no avail. He ignored me, vaulting over his desk with the kind of energyonly a teenage boy possesses first thing on a Monday morning.
He really is like Mike
, I thought to myself, as Iwatched him collect up my papers with so much enthusiasm that he knocked my cup of coffee out of my hand.
Or  perhaps he's a bit more like me.
I winced as the mug landed with a smash on the floor… right at the feet of a manwho had just appeared in the doorway.A series of laughs and whistles erupted from the class, as their eyes flicked from my irritated expression to Adam'smortified one. I sighed. What a way to start the semester.The man in the doorway cleared his throat and I looked up to see Patrick Delaney standing there. An almostexhaustingly dedicated teacher, Patrick had been my mentor for my first couple of months of teaching and, despitebeing nearly a decade older than me, we had struck up a sort of friendship. This year, he had been assignedresponsibility for the entire junior class- no mean feat, considering that it currently contained over 600 students.

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