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The Hard Way To Learn A Lesson

by Stephaniiie

AU/AH Bad boy Edward needs to be taught a lesson. So his teachers come up with a

plan- 'marry' him to the best behaved girl in school! How will his ego survive spending

'eternity' with Bella Swan! Little OOC.

Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are owned by

Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prologue

"Enter, Cullen," Mr Hudson called in a bored voice. He was used to 'Cullen' being right

outside his office. In fact, he didn't even have to wait for the harsh rap of knuckles on

the door anymore. And that had nothing to do with the fact that there was a window in

the door of the office.

The door opened and an extraordinarily good-looking boy, looking as bored as Mr

Hudson sounded, came in. "Mr Hudson," he greeted as he sat down in the chair

opposite the balding man. He sat back in the chair, the light glinting off his bronze hair.

His startling green eyes were teasing, a cheeky glint passing through them as he put his

feet up on the desk as though it was the most natural thing in the world which, to him, it

probably was.

"Feet off the desk, Edward!" Hudson barked.

"Yes, Sir," Edward replied mockingly, removing his feet from the desk.

Mr Hudson ground his teeth together, obviously frustrated with the boy's sarcastic

response but unable to work it. He counted to ten in his head and then sighed. "Why are

you here this time then, Cullen?"

"For speaking the truth," the boy answered in an innocent voice. "And chucking a brick

through Mrs Connell's car window. But she did practically ask for it."

Hudson pinched the bridge of his nose and ignored Edward's second statement.

"Speaking the truth to whom?"

"That Swan girl." His tone was bitter and cross as he spoke and his perfect face turned

into an expression so menacing, even a vampire would have been scared.

"I presume you mean Isabella Swan?" Mr Hudson's tone was reprimanding and

practically worshipful. "She is a straight A grade student Cullen and extremely well-

behaved. She has a bright future ahead of her, quite unlike you at this point in time.

Instead of saying nasty things to her, you should look up to her and take a leaf out of her

book."

"I said that I told the truth not that I said nasty things to her." Edward smirked at his

head teacher.

"Edward. You are in my office. Obviously, to you, the two things are mutually inclusive

or you would not be sat where you are right now!"

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know what you mean by 'mutually inclusive'."

"I mean the same, Cullen!" Hudson shouted. "This is exactly what I mean! You have

great potential, Edward, but you squander it and use it to make trouble. I've had it up to

here." He slammed his hand down on the desk. "I am not going to punish you anymore

because you know that throwing bricks through teachers' windows is wrong and I know

that suspension will not work. Edward, as much as I hate to 'give up' on a student, I

cannot try to teach the un-teachable. Consider this your last warning."

"Last warning until what?" Edward asked suspiciously.

"Expulsion," Mr Hudson answered flatly.

Edward rolled his eyes, not at all deterred, and stood up. "Thanks Mr H. Nice doing

business with you." And then he strolled out of the office.

"I told you not to call me Mr H!" Mr Hudson yelled after him, his face turning an

unnatural shade of puce. He ground his teeth together again and closed his eyes,

beginning to count to ten and mumbling to himself about 'early greys' although he

didn't really have enough hair left to turn grey.

But before he even got to seven, he was interrupted. "Er… Mr Hudson?"

Mr Hudson opened his eyes to see a man in his forties with greying hair standing in front

of him. He was fiddling nervously with the bottom of his suit blazer, something that

really irritated Mr Hudson.

"Yes, Mr Marshall?" he asked Forks High's only psychology teacher.

"Well, sorry Sir, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Mr Cullen and I

think I may have a solution to your problem," Mr Marshall said.

"If you think that you have a punishment that will work on Cullen, then you have my

permission to try it, and may you have all of the luck in the world."

"Well… it's a bit long-winded… and it may take a while… but I'm pretty sure that it will

set him straight."

Mr Hudson narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Mr Marshall's mysterious tone. "Let's hear

it then."

"I have both Mr Cullen and Miss Swan in my psychology class and I am thinking of

introducing a new project to their class, use them as red-herrings, so to say."

"What's the project and how will it stop Cullen from misbehaving?" Mr Hudson sighed

as though he had little faith in his colleague.

"Well… it involves pairing one boy with one girl and… they have to pretend to be

married. You know, live together, wear rings, spend all of their time with each other…

everything that marriage entails except for the physical aspect…"

Hudson interrupted. "And how will this stop Cullen from…?"

"I was getting to that part. I can pair him up with Isabella Swan. She can teach him a

lesson or two, I'm sure. And… perhaps there are a few things that she can learn from

him too…"

"And you're almost certain that this will… 'set him straight'," Mr Hudson echoed his

words, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"You can never underestimate the power the psychological effect of a human example

can have. I believe it may help Cullen to see the world differently and realise what he

could do if he put his mind to it… The project may also be an incredible experience for

the whole class to endure…"

Mr Hudson sighed again and considered it for a few minutes. He swivelled in his chair

and stared blankly at the chart on his wall. It was a calendar of the year, with a little box

for every day since he had started here at the beginning of the spring term. It was only

two days until spring break now, but everyday that Mr Hudson had been replacing the

previous head teacher, Mr Greene - who had decided to move to a girls' school, and Mr

Hudson was now beginning to realise why - there was a little pencil scribble of

appointments. And, most of them were reminding him of some type of punishment that

Edward Cullen was currently serving. More recently, they simply read 'Cullen'.

His brow furrowed as he thought. "And when would this project begin and end?"

"The first week we return after spring break – it will need some preparing – and it would

probably last for a few weeks."

Mr Hudson sucked in a deep breath and blew it out again as he came to his decision.

"Very well. You can go ahead with this project and try your hardest to influence Cullen

with the spectacular power of the human mind, but I personally don't think that it will

make much of an impact. All I expect from this project is an angry Cullen and a brick

through your window, resulting in expulsion. I've given him his last warning now. If he

puts one more toe out of line…" Hudson trailed off.

"Oh, you can't expel him during the project! It would leave Isabella with no partner and

she would fail. The girl's never got below an A in her life- she'd probably die of a heart

attack!" Mr Marshall said.

Mr Hudson was visibly irritated. "Well, you keep him in check then."

"I'll try my best. It's got to be worth a try though, hasn't it?"

Though Hudson was not at all convinced that the project would even be worth that, he

had run out of ideas so he would have to stick with whatever insane idea anyone else

could come up with. "I guess so. It can't do much more harm. Another teacher is bound

to get a brick through their window soon enough… or worse. But, after your little

project, Cullen will not be protected from expulsion. He cannot know that he won't get

expelled whilst participating in this or he will run amock.

"As soon as the project is over, Marshall, I'll give you that long. If the boy hasn't changed

by then, he's going to be out of this school faster than he could throw a brick through

my window… and I'd expect that he can do that pretty damn fast!" Hudson concluded,

pointing to the door, an unsubtle hint that he wanted Mr Marshall to leave his office.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Mr Marshall said gratefully. He wore a huge grin as he stepped

out of his boss' office, eager to put his plan into action. Un-teachable, indeed! He,

Stephen Marshall, would be the one to prove that there was not an un-teachable

student in the world, including Edward Cullen. After all, you can never over-estimate the

power of the human mind… and the psychology behind it…

Chapter 1- New Term, New… Friend?

Bella POV

"Come on, come on!" I coaxed my old red truck as I drove closer and closer to the

school. Getting up late on the first day back after spring break was not a great idea if I

wanted to keep my perfect record. Which I did. But I knew that my excellent grades and

spotless record were probably the causes of my lack of popularity. I mean, I didn't

particularly mind that people said nasty things about me, both behind my back and to

my face, but it was a bit of a bummer not having anyone there to stick up for me. Or

even just to talk civilly to me. That was really all I asked of life.

I knew that there was a new girl starting today, but I didn't have high hopes for her. She

was related to Edward Cullen; enough said.

Edward Cullen was the rebel of the school, the bad boy. Of course, he was the sexiest

guy in the world and every girl in school would do anything for him… except for me. His

stunning green eyes, strange bronze hair and shocking muscles did nothing for me at all.

Sure, he was gorgeous and I'm not afraid to admit that, but you should never judge a

book by its cover and I knew what was behind that cover: a player. But I seemed to be

the only girl in Forks High that could actually see this. Or the only one that cared. It was

a good thing that I hated the guy, though, because he sure hated me. That much had

been made obvious several times, the most recent just two days before we broke up for

spring break.

I sighed as I parked in my space. We didn't have aligned spaces or anything, but I had

parked in this space ever since I had started here. Probably because it was the space

furthest away from the school; the outcast, just like me.

I grabbed my bag and got out of my truck, starting to run through the rain that held a

constant presence in Forks.

I flopped down in my seat just before the bell rang. Phew. I dug through my bag and

pulled out my battered paperback copy of 'Wuthering Heights' before settling down to

read throughout registration. It was lucky my tutor was an English Lit teacher.

Just a few minutes after me, Mrs Connell came through the door. "Morning class. Settle

down please." There was no change in the noise level. Mrs Connell took a deep breath

and yelled, "Shut up!"

Everyone fell quiet.

"Thank you," Mrs Connell said. I ignored her and stuck my nose back in my book. I was

so absorbed that I didn't notice the unnatural silence that accompanied the door to the

classroom creaking open and then shutting. I only paid attention to the change when a

bell-like voice spoke.

"Um… sorry I'm late, Miss," it said. I looked up to see a girl stood by the door. She had

short black hair that had been skilfully straightened to make it stick out in spikes and

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