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Monday, August 8th:

First day of senior year and it's really not going great. Our new English teacher is late to class and literally nobody is sitting by me. I've never had many friends to begin with, but what little amount I did have, I've since pushed away. It's depressing but it's my own fault and part of me doesn't miss them. Since that night, I've just been spiraling down to rock bottom and I can't stand to be around people because of it. It's like I don't give one fuck about anything they have to say- It all just seems so small and trivial to me and the worst part is, they don't even realize that I'm completely gone. My body is there with them, but I'm not. I can't explain why what happened has had such an affect on me, but it has. It feels like he destroyed me, somehow, and now It's this retched secret that nobody knows and for some reason I'm embarrassed to tell.

Suddenly there's someone standing over me, Oh shit...how long have I been zoning out? Is it the new teacher?

I look up, nervous as to whether or not everyone is staring at me. It's a young man in a perfectly tailored suit. Quite possibly the most beautiful man I've seen in all my seventeen years of living. He has light brown hair- a little messy, but ridiculously sexy, and piercing green eyes that sent shivers down my spine. What the fuck is happening to me? I've had a grudge against all men ever since what that boy did. I mean, after that I couldn't even imagine having sex again but this guy seems to have turned my mind around completely in just one look.

Then it hits me like a train- this is our new teacher. No student wears a fucking suit.

uh oh. His lips are parting...he's going to say something to me.

"It's your turn."

I have no idea what he's talking about. I haven't been listening, and now I regret it. I feel my face flush red.

"Uhm...for what? Sorry..I kind of zoned out."

"You're supposed to say your name and something about yourself. I'm your new teacher, Edward Cullen."

"My name is Bella Swan. Uhm..."

I have no idea what to say about myself, I'm the least interesting person that I know of. Then I hear a girl speak from the back row,

"Any day now.."

Edward turns quickly around to face her, "I believe I asked Bella to speak, not you."

Ugh, please say my name again...

I decide to settle for my favorite color. "My favorite color is red.."

"Nice to meet you, Bella."

He said my name again. Jesus Christ, he's sexy.

He walks past my desk to the next student, a scrawny blonde boy with greasy hair.

An hour and a half later, class is dismissed. I grab my binder and head for the door. Right as I'm about to step into the hall, I hear his voice say my name again.

"Bella, you forgot your purse."

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Cullen."

"Edward...please. I'm only 27- my father is Mr. Cullen."

"Ok..Edward."

He's only 27? Suddenly it feels like all my self consciousness is disintegrating. He's only ten years older than me. My parents are fifteen years apart. Oh my god. Why the fuck does it feel like the inside of my thighs are on fire? How can he have this effect on me so easily?

He's still looking at me...and I feel something taking over my body. A feeling of..empowerment and confidence. Whatever shyness I had has now dissipated and I sit down at the desk in front of him.

"Can I help you with something?", he looks at me in slight confusion.

"So you're only 27? What made you want to teach?" I know this is wrong but I can't help but lean over my desk a little. Let's see if I can do this...if I can make him want me just us much as I want him. I haven't felt this alive since..what feels like eternity. Where the fuck has this confidence come from?

He's looking at me hesitantly.

"It was kind of a last resort, I guess. I originally wanted to be a musician but clearly that went no where."

"Maybe I can hear you play sometime?"

He freezes and looks nervous. He's fidgeting with his watch..a Rolex? How the fuck does a 27 year old teacher afford a Rolex?

"Listen, Bella, I actually have to run. But I'll see you tomorrow in class."

He rushes to get his things together and as he heads toward the door, I get up and step gracefully in front of him.