AN: Hello everyone. This is my first all human/AU fanfic. The first chapter is rated K+. The lemons start on chapter 2, so be patient. Please review. Thank you!!

"For homework, please complete questions 1 to 24 on page 354 in the textbook." I said, facing the room full of students only 10 years younger than I was.

Half the room moaned in disagreement.

Julie, the chatter box, yelled out, "Ugh, We always have so much math homework, Ms. Swan! It's not fair. The other teachers don't--" then the bell rang.

Saved by the bell. Phew. Thank god that was my last class. I gathered my papers and shoved them into my book bag. I swing it over my shoulder and walked out the door. The hallways were too narrow and the tile floors didn't to be replaced. But every inch of this place reminds me of my own high years in Forks. I even remember Prom with Mike Newton. I laughed at the thought. He was a lawyer now in Port Angelos. I remember Angela and Ben, the early years. They got married about 3 years ago. They have a house in Forks with their little baby girl, Erin. I sighed at how lucky they were to have each other.

I didn't realize the hallway had gone empty until I tripped over something and my book bag went flying.

"Great." I muttered.

"Isabella Swan?" a voice called from a near distance.

"Uh, yes?" I turned around. I gasped at the first sight of the familiar face.

"Hi." The tall beautiful man said. It was Edward Cullen from high school. Holy crap, he's even more handsome. Was that even possible?

"Edward.. Cullen..?" I said amazed.

"Yes. You remember."

"How could I forget. How are you?" I said, blushing. My heart was beating heavily. I felt like I was going to die at this moment.

"Just fine, you?"

"Good, I'm good. What are you doing here?"

He laughed. "I'm a teacher here."

"Since when?" I replied, too quickly.

He laughed, again. "I am Mr. Cullen, the new biology teacher, starting today."

"Oh... Oh, remember when we were partners in biology that one time... what was it.."

"Mitosis of onion root. How could I forgot."

"Right." I blushed again. He was so gorgeous. Too gorgeous. He was unbareably too good-looking.

"Look, can you help me find my classroom?"

"Yea, sure. I got this school tattooed to my brain." I joked. "What's the room number?"

"Uhh... It was 135 I believe. Mrs. Hart, in the office said it was by the storage room." he said. I had just realized that he was staring directly into my eyes. His eyes were a evergreen color. The prettiest color of green...

"Hmm, I think I know where that is."

"So how long have you been a teacher?" he asked me while I guided him.

"I've been a math teacher for 2 years." I answered. I thought of a question for him. "Is this your first teaching job?"

"No. I worked in a small school in Alaska for 3 years."

"What made you come back?"

"I don't know really."

We stopped talking there. We walked in silence until I finally found the room 135. I looked through the dirty glass window in the door. My jaw dropped. "This was our biology room."

I moved away so he could get a glance. He opened the door instead and turned on the light.

"So it is."