my 2nd fanfic on twilight and i was typing this up at 2 am so i dunnno it just came to me and it stuck ive had this idea about edward being a teacher and bella a student but yeah this wasnt wat i was originally thinking so prehaps ill type the other one later on anywho enjoy

disclaimer: from the dis u shud no - not mine = ]P

I had his child at seventeen, a highschool student and a mother at seventeen.

Getting pregnant at sixteen with a twenty-eight year old teacher let alone one of my teachers must have been one of the worst mistakes of my life.

It was then but now I don't mind. He left however, Mr M. didn't stick around, I have no idea what happened to him.

Once I started showing he knew that it was his and he left before he could end up in jail, I didn't mind that part just the fact that he left without saying anything or leaving anything behind was the worst part of it all. He never got to see his own son's birth or birthday's, he never got to see me.

And here I am ten years later with a son called Peter Anthony Swan, a college degree in liturature and a low income enough, however to pay for the bills for this two bedroom little duplex that was our current address.

Another couple of weeks and Peter will be ten, a couple of months and I will be twenty-seven and a couple of hours I would be going to a job interview. To say I am nervous is an understatement, the job? Highschool teacher at the local school in English teaching most years.

Peter was staying with the next door neighbours and I was running late all thanks to the traffic on the roads, but with the passing time it made me think how many people would have the last name Cullen? It didn't seem a popular last name and neither did Edward at first but now, it must be coming back in. Well nearly forty years ago prehaps. No, don't go there. Don't even think about it, too late. Damnit! I had to busy myself, the radio? Too upbeat for my liking, bring back the classics I say. The car infront? Rusty, old, red hatchback with the number plate hanging by one nail. Ah, no.

Seven minutes and eighteen, nineteen seconds late. I was told to go straight thru to see the professor.

The woman behind the desk had to be ten years younger than me and she was flushing at the mention of this man.

He had to be at least twice her age when talked about between my previous porfessors that I worked with. My hand on the knob I took a large intake of air and stepped thru the door to be haulted by the god at the end of the table infront of me. He lifted his head to look up at me and seemed to gasp as well. I was still holding onto the knob but he managed to compose his face much easier than myself.

He glanced back down at the papers infront of him as if to make sure he had the right resume, I gradually made my way to my seat still expressing my surprise. He looks exactly the same as Mr Masen. Mr Cullen couldn't have looked past his early thirties so therefore couldn't be the man who left me bearing his child, his name wasn't the same either. But his first name is Edward. A nagging voice seemed to want to remind me.

"B-Bella Sw-Swan?" Oh his voice was of the velvet sort, something you hardly came across. How I wish I could listen to that voice all day.
"Yes?" I managed to squeak out.
He seemed to chuckle at my wide eyes but then softened and furrowed his brows deep in thought about something. Which brought me to his eyes, a liquid amber - possibly butterscotch with the lighting, nothing like the father of my childs', a forest green same as Peter's.

"Okay, let's skip the reason you're here, what you've done previously which makes you eligible to able for a job at this top rated school. I want to know you...uh if you don't mind. I might ask you some personal questions but if you feel I'm getting too deep please tell me and we'll move on. Alright?" His eyes were serious to begin with but after his stutter they softened like he already knew somethings about me, as if we've known eachother most of our lives.

"Sure," motioning for him to ask away.

"You love liturature, you love reading books, expressing ideas on plots and writing columns - I read about you working for the local paper here in Washington. How far back has this passion been going on for?"

An easy enough question, "Pretty much all my life, possibly when I stopped moving between my parents and I hardly had any activities to do and no one really... erm included me in anything I would resort to books and stories." A slight blush creeped onto my cheeks not going unnoticed by Mr Cullen from the slight chuckle and half smile he gave me, making me smile back just a little.

"And how are you able to take on the role as a full time teacher at this school? The people in your life such as your partner, family, children able to cope with you devoting the main hours five days a week to a job such as the one your being interviewed for right now?"

"Oh, I'm a single parent and my son is in school with the rest of my family being no where around the area I live in." Somehow it was easy talking to this stranger about my personal life, then again he didn't seem like a stranger.

"And how old is of this son you talk about Miss Swan?"
"Bella, please. Peter will be ten in a couple of weeks." I smiled at the mention of him, wondering what he would be doing right now.

It was now Mr Cullen's eyes to be as wide as saucers with the stunned look upon his face, yet again composed just as soon as the first time.

"Ten? Why Bella, you must of been a young mother, what happened to the father of Peter?" It was bound to be asked. I couldn't tell the whole truth but the half truth would have to do.

"Yes I was still a teenager at the birth of Peter and the father, well he left and I haven't heard from him since. I have no clue as to what has happened of him." I looked down and studied the table while Mr Cullen was no doubt making assumptions about my actions back all those years ago. Probably me being a slut, with an accidental pregnancy. He would have been half right.

The interviewer seemed to mutter to himself, yet I picked up the words should have kept in touch and this is all my fault. I had to bring him out of his own world and back into the present time, after all I had an impatient son to get back to.

"I'm sorry Mr Cullen but are there any more questions?"

"Edward please...." He glanced up and gazed into my eyes as if searching my sole. Him saying his own name made me think of my teacher, ironic how this Edward was a teacher also. There was a long silenced pause with him opening his mouth and closing it again. I didn't know what to say and neither did he as it seemed. I had this feeling that I should confront him as if this man infront of me had the answers to questions I had kept back over the decade. It would have been rude but this feeling and sense was too much.

"Edward, please, is there anything else?" You should see Peter. "I have a picture if you wanted to take a look?" Where did that come from? I couldn't stop myself from spitting it out. Why would he want to see a picture of a boy who he'll have nothing to do with later?

"Of Peter? Um, yes I wouldn't mind." He seemed eager as if he wanted his own personal questions to be answered that he hadn't asked himself in a while. I reacher into my wallet and pulled out a pocket sized photo of the two of us on his ninth birthday. Him in his party clothes being tickled by me with that cheeky smile and squinty eyes from myself looking lovingly at Peter. I pulled it in front of Edward and he seemed to smile as he studied my son.

I seemed to take a mental picture of Edwards smile that made me melt into a pool at his feet. That could be bad with only a simple gesture if I was to be working with this man. Luckily I was applying to be a teacher at this school and not a student.

"You look so happy and glowing, the both of you. I see he has your facial features apart from the eyes? The father had green eyes and bronze tinted hair I'm guessing?"

"Yes, in a way I wish he looked more like his father for a reminder of the one I, well the one I thought I loved. I hardly have any pictures of him if anything of his really." This time I couldn't help it, my cheeks turned all red. The blush is my nightmare.

"Ah, well anywho, Bella I would gladly take this interview into account with the rest of the board and can probably tell you now that you may have the job. We have never had any English teacher with such a passion for the subject. You have a special something with this area, a twinkle in your eye about something you care about that I've seen very rare amount of teachers with. So, welcome to the teaching staff of Radcliff University." He had stood and and shook my hand by the time his speach was over. I was almost teary eyed that I had been accepted, it was a new start, a new occupation and a new income. Things were looking up and I could only hope my little boy would be able to attend here one day.
"Oh thankyou Edward, no ," I gave him a large smile and started to gather my things. I couldn't help but notice that he was watching me when my head was down, and when I got up towards the door that my back had holes being burnt into it. I bid my farewell to the teenager with the hormone crush on a teacher by nodding my head and exiting the building back to my world.

Edwards POV

I held the photo in my hand still, while sitting at the table hours after the interview had finished.

I couldn't believe how similar they were and how coincidental this all is.

She is Bella Swan, former student of Forks School, mother of a ten year old son and my past love, one I thought I would never seen again. I didn't expect her to keep our child, with her dad being the Chief of Police and the fear of following in her mothers path.

But yet here she is, and there he is in a pocket sized frame prehaps a ten minute drive from here.

I knew I should have kept in touch but until she lived on her own I couldn't get to her and when I fled I had no way of knowing if she had moved out or where even.

I completely screwed up and the worst part is she smelt divine - no, she smelt perfect. There was this particualer scent to her that no one else had and one I couldn't bear to live without, if you would call this living.

Maybe this was a sign? But of what. One that she is meant to be in my life? That I have a son that I should tend to? Or that I shouldn't teach at this school if she will be joining the staff here?

I was messed up and I knew there was only one person to call.

Alrighty well whatchya think? who's he gonna call? i think its a little obvious but o well = ]. so where do u think this is gonna go? where wud u like it to go? please tell me ur thoughts i would really appreciate them and it wud help me as well.

news about my other story im half way thru the 5th chapter but its been like that for 3 months i just ont know how im gonna get them there. and also if u have no idea what im on about my other story is Rising Sun and its after breaking dawn - yeah i no ur thinking o its another one about how edward and bella are together and jacob and renesmee mite get married la di da but theres a twist and ill give u one clue it involves my country thing is 3rd chapter in it tells u anyway so myeh = ]P. anywho enuf of my rambling i bet u just want me to finish my stories and i shall i just have no clue wen sorry about it all guys chya

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