Never Been Kissed

Full Summary:

Bella Swan is a reporter at Seattle Times. She was asked to go back to High School as an 18-year-old when she receives an undercover story. She goes back to Forks High to realize that her high school tormentor, Edward Cullen is her biology teacher! What should she do when she falls in love with this new Edward, especially when he doesn't seem to recognize her from High School and thinks that she's really a 18-year-old?

(I'm just borrowing the element of her going back as an 18-year-old from Never Been Kissed.)

Disclaimer: I have no idea what's mine here, so I'm just going to declare that I own nothing.

Chapter 1: Day 0

BPOV

Prologue

I'm Isabella Marie Swan and I go by Bella. I have long brown hair that curls slightly at the bottom with dull brown eyes. I have a black belt in Judo and I'm the 20th best kick boxer in America. I'm a reporter for the Seattle Times. I'm a 24 years old virgin who hasn't gone past second base. Fuck, I didn't even get my first kiss.

Why?

I used to go to Forks' High. I used to be called Smella. Apparently, I stunk. I also used to wear thick glasses, have lots of acne and not to mention my favorite braces.

Oh, and guess what? I was bullied too.

And I'm going back to Forks' High as an 18 year old.

Joy.

Everyone wait for Mr Newton to arrive and start the meeting. He was late. As usual.

He arrived, holding a bagpipe in his hands while wearing an authentic Scottish kilt. He greeted everyone and played a short tune and the conference room exploded with applause despite the fact that he sucked.

Mr Newton smoothed his already slicked hair and handed his bagpipe to his assistant, Miranda.

"As you all know, Carmen here wrote the latest undercover story about Scottish Bagpipes industry. It was a very well-written piece of work, I must say." He paused and the clapping starts again. Carmen beamed and everyone smiled, even though about 75 percent of the people think that Carmen was a bitch.

"However, our audience didn't want to know about how hot Scottish guys were." He spat at Carmen's face. The room was silence, waiting for the next two words that were sure to come to anyone who got the undercover story assignment. Carmen froze and started taking deep breaths.

"You're fired!" Mr Newton barked the anticipated words.

Carmen burst into tears. She quickly gathered her stuff and practically ran out of the conference room.

Mr Newton heaved a long sign, "Another significant loss to our reporting department,"

That sadistic fucker was probably laughing gleefully at Carmen's tear-streaked face.

"Anyway, we all have to move on. So… The next undercover story!" Everyone held their breath. As soon as you got chosen, you're practically 99.99 percent fired. Not that anyone has ever survived it; we just like to be optimistic.

Mr Newton rubbed his hand together like those villains in cartoons, "The next reporter shall be going back to high school!"

I snickered slightly. The video that tapes everything that during the assignment ought to be interesting. Note to self: Buy lots of popcorn and make Emmett pay half before handing him his cup of popcorn.

Mr Newton rubbed his chin like he was deep in thought, "Obviously, she has to be youngest here…"

I froze. Fuck, no.

"Isabella!" he shouted like he made a shocking discovery.

"You have 1 month to make this work!" he chirped and whistled on his way out.

I. Am. Screwed.

"Emmett, you have got to help me!" I screeched the minute he closed the door to his sound-proof office.

Emmett sat down slowly and buried his head in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I can't help it!"

"Well, I can't quit because he would just send a letter to every publishing telling them how bad I was. And I would definitely lose my job because he's fucked-up!" I said, pacing about the room.

Emmett walked to me and placed his hands on my shoulders to stop my frantic pacing, "Bella. Times like these, we only have one solution."

I looked at him hopefully.

"We have to find a scoop so big that Newton would be happy with the sales."

I sighed. I bet he didn't know about how Forks' High was for me…

"Hey Smeeeelllaaaa!" Tyler dragged the nickname. I froze in my tracks.

It was my birthday today. And the only wish I wanted was to be left alone today, but apparently Lady Luck would dance with someone of the same gender.

He pushed me roughly from behind and I stumbled forward, falling onto the grounds with my knees and hands holding me up. I looked up. It was Edward Cullen, my main tormentor.

His head was cocked to one side and a lock of his unruly bronze hair fell in front of his eye. He had a smug smile on his face and skank number 1, Tanya, was hanging on his arm like an accessory.

Tanya gave out an ear piercing, high-pitched giggle, "Oh look, Eddiekins. It's Smella. Good job, Tyler!" She gave him a flirtatious wink.

"Yo, Ed!" Crony number three, Paul called.

They turned their heads and my face paled. It was a pie. Whipped cream decorated the pie with a small cherry on top.

Paul smirked, "Didn't you tell me it was Smella's birthday, Eddie? I brought pie for Smella's birthday bash."

Edward's smirk turns into a grin. He held his hand out to receive the pie.

Dear God, if you're somehow really up there. Please… save me…

Apparently God hates me, or I committed a heinous crime in my previous life, because I did get my present.

The whipped cream stuck to my hair, while the blueberry filling, still warm trickled down my face. They were too much. Too much…

Those were the last thoughts I had when I ran out of Forks' High and never looked back.

A/N: Chapter 2 is up, PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY. It's just a click away.