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Okay, just to clear this up, since Gnomegirl13 asked a rather important question: Bella is in her last year of high school and eighteen years old, and Edward is twenty-five years old. (It's mentioned in chapter one.) I totally agree that a thirty year old Edward crushing on a fifteen year old Bella would've been gross, but that's not the case here. They're merely two people who are in the wrong situation at the wrong time, and since I have a serious case of happy-ending-syndrome, that situation won't last forever. :p I've also added this to the disclaimer, just in case.

Alright, we can all move on now people, nobody died. *Pushes everyone past the burning train wreck* Nothing to see here! :p

To Thari: You rock girl, therefore, you get a free, digital Mr. Cullen to play with! :D

To Ghostbunnieseatcheese: Lol, I'm afraid no killing will be involved. :p And, love your penname. xD

To SnowandRoses24: Cool! When I have time, I'll make sure to check out your story! :)

To Jm1708: Lol, I never had a handsome teacher, either, only old, bald, ugly guys. xD This story is clearly not based on personal experiences. ^^"

So here's chapter two, enjoy!

Doomed

The remainder of the day went by in a daze. One moment I was still trying to survive trig class, and the next thing I knew the bell announced that my last class, gym, had already ended. Classes were flying by because I was daydreaming most of the time, something I rarely ever did, up until now…

When Rose and I got home I immediately started to make dinner, grasping every opportunity to keep myself preoccupied, because I had a serious problem at this point… During the day Edward Cullen's face had frequently popped up in my thoughts. Not once, or twice… I was talking about at least ten times. The fact that I was counting was enough for myself to realize how pathetic this was.

"Yo, Bells! You're really out of it today, aren't you?" Rose questioned when she entered the kitchen.

I glanced up from the lasagna I was making, trying to make up a quick excuse. Ah, the headache-excuse! Mr. Cullen… Edward… whatever, he had seemed to buy it.

"I'm fine, Rose, really. Just an annoying headache, it will pass." I told her.

"Oh, why don't you let me do the cooking, then?" She asked.

"No! That's alright." I blurted out too quickly, not completely able to keep the horror out of my voice.

Rose was a terrible cook. In the time we'd been living together, she had done one feeble attempt to prepare dinner for us. She had tried to make spaghetti, but the result had been something along the lines of a meat factory that had exploded in a bowl of maggots. It hadn't been a very appetizing sight, and after that, I had offered to do all the cooking for the duration of my stay. I owed her that much, seeing as she was paying most of the rent.

"I should be insulted, but you're absolutely right… I stink at cooking." Rose muttered in defeat. "But you could at least let me help you."

I snorted. "Yeah sure, why don't you slice the vegetables? Even you can't mess up slicing vegetables."

"Jeez, thanks for giving me all that credit." She responded sarcastically while she started to search the drawer for a knife.

"Anytime." I replied in a singsong voice, turning my attention back to the lasagna.

xxx

I went to bed early that night, using the headache-excuse one more time. Rose gave me a wary look, but didn't ask any annoying questions, to my relief. Secretly I was hoping that a good night's sleep would help me to get rid of all those disturbing thoughts... Tomorrow I would wake up, and live the rest of my boring life the same way I'd done for years now.

It turned out I was wrong. I tossed and turned for hours, and when I finally slipped into unconsciousness, a certain person kept showing up in my dreams.

When my alarm disturbed a very interesting image of him kissing me, I groaned in irritation. I felt a stab of disappointment when I realized it had been nothing more than a dream, and I loathed myself for it.

I slowly got up, and made my way to the bathroom, hoping that a brief shower would help me to come to my senses. I checked out my reflection in the mirror, coming to the conclusion that I looked like one of the living dead. It would take one hell of a shower to fix this.

Naturally, the shower didn't help… And breakfast didn't help… And Rosalie's cheerful chatter definitely didn't help. I was doomed.

"Still suffering from that headache?" Rose asked suspiciously during breakfast, looking up from her bowl of cornflakes, staring me in the eye in a way that could've made me confess a murder I hadn't even committed.

"No… couldn't sleep." I muttered, subtly looking away.

"Sure." Rose replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have twenty-four hours left to voluntarily confess, after that it will be the inquisition." She threatened me.

"I don't have anything to confess." I stated flatly.

"You are incapable of keeping secrets, Bella Swan… Another twenty-four hours and you will crack like an egg." She predicted cheerfully.

"We'll see about that." I said, making a face at her. It was merely bluff of course, she was totally right about me.

"Yes, we will." Rose was smiling smugly, and she sprang up from her chair. "Let's go, we'll be late."

"Right… late." I dumbly repeated her words, slowly getting up.

I didn't want to be late for my first class, I had to make a good impression on Mr. Cullen… Wait, no! I shouldn't care about that… but I felt like I had been brainwashed, all of the sudden he was dominating all of my thoughts. There was one thing I couldn't deny, though, because for the first time in years, I was actually excited to go to school.

Rose drove us to school in her red BMW convertible, and the second we arrived, I caught myself looking for him. I scanned the parking lot like a love-sick teenager, and again I was disgusted with myself.

She found an empty spot to park her car, and the excitement I had felt earlier made place for nervousness. My stomach was feeling rather heavy as we headed in the direction of the English classroom, and Rose was shooting me more of her 'what's-wrong-with-you' looks.

The second I entered the classroom and spotted him, my knees started to shake uncontrollably. Oh god, get a grip Bella! This was ridiculous, I had known him for one day! I had seen him for one stupid hour. How could he already have such a huge effect on me? Sure, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he was amazingly good-looking, but still, that didn't give me the right to turn into a brain-dead zombie every time I was in his vicinity.

As I passed him, I pretended to be very busy, reading something in my notebook; anything to keep myself from staring at him. Unfortunately, I didn't get away with it, as he lightly placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me. It startled me and I dropped my books.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Swan, I only wanted to ask you if you were feeling better." He apologized in a soft voice.

I had no choice but to look at him now, and I forced a smile onto my face as I stared into his sparkling eyes. "Never better, Mr. Cullen." I tried to sound confident, but failed miserably.

"That's good to hear." Was his simple reply. He smiled that smile that made me melt, and helped me to pick up my books, gently placing the stack in my hands.

"Thanks." I muttered, quickly making my way to my desk.

Rosalie watched me like a hawk as I sat down next to her, but I persistently ignored her. Mr. Cullen started class, and I did my best to pay attention this time. I had to try and avoid drawing attention to myself, or else there was a good chance that he would want another talk.

Rose wasn't helping with the whole paying attention thing, for she placed a small note on my desk, at the same time giving me a glare that said 'ignore this and you're dead'.

I glanced at the wrinkly piece of paper and frowned. 'Are you ready to crack, yet?'

I rolled my eyes at her as I scribbled a short reply. 'Don't know what you're talking about. Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to pay attention.'

Rose was very persistent, and she started writing again, passing the note back to me after she was done. 'I'm not retarded you know, I saw the look you gave him…'

Oh god, was I that obvious? This was bad, I was totally busted. I sighed and did one last, unconvincing attempt to deny everything. 'You're hallucinating, Rose. Now please let me be.'

She read the note and mouthed 'liar' at me.

I stubbornly turned away from her and resumed my staring at Edward Cullen while he was explaining an assignment, writing some things on the blackboard. For a brief moment, he turned to look at the class and he glanced in my direction. Our eyes locked for a second, causing my stomach to turn. To my relief I must have looked like I was paying attention, since he gave me a nearly invisible smile before he continued his explanation.

English class ended too soon, and I felt another stab of disappointment… twenty-four hours until I would see him again. Boy was I pathetic, maybe it was time to see a shrink, because this was going absolutely nowhere. It was getting worse with the second, and I was at a loss what to do now. I knew perfectly well what the right thing to do would be; I had to ignore this silly little crush and move on with my life… Sadly, that wasn't as easy as it sounded.

xxx

I didn't know how I had survived the rest of my classes, but around three in the afternoon after gym had ended, I found myself in the hallway, repeatedly banging my head against my locker. I had to get him out of my head, no matter the cost.

"Isabella Swan! What the hell are you doing!" Rose shouted in my ear.

I hadn't heard her approaching, and I jumped up in surprise.

"I'm redecorating my locker." I stated sarcastically.

"While at the same time giving yourself a concussion?" She replied, gaping at me in disbelief.

"I guess so…" I mumbled, I was running out of clever remarks.

Rose sighed and slowly shook her head. "Well I have to admit, that dent you're creating does give your locker a special touch." More sarcasm.

"I know!" I said with mock enthusiasm, deliberately ignoring her sarcasm. "Just look at this locker! This locker is sick and tired of disappearing in the crowd! This locker wants to make a statement, it wants to stand out and say: 'Look at me, stupid, identical lockers of Forks High, I have the guts to be different!'"

Rose grabbed my arm and dragged me away from my locker, saving it from my violent attacks. "I think you've already hit your head too many times… So spill, Bella, what is this all about?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Alright, stop pushing me!" I all but yelled in frustration. "I'm doomed, Rose! Completely doomed! I have a huge crush on Mr. Cullen, alright, I admit it!" I added in a quieter tone, making sure none of the other students would be able to hear me.

"I knew it!" Rose exclaimed. "I mean, the way you were looking at him… This is amazing!"

I gave her an incredulous scowl. "You think this is amazing? You mean an amazingly big problem!"

Rose shrugged. "It's good to hear that you're finally enthusiastic about a guy after eighteen years, no matter which one it is… I was starting to worry about you girl, I was scared that you weren't capable of falling in love, or something like that. This is solid proof that nothing's wrong with you, you're perfectly healthy!"

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Wonderful, I'm glad that my unwelcome obsession with my English teacher is a relief to you." I was in permanent sarcasm-mode now.

Rosalie gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, okay… It's just, how bad is it, really? He's twenty-five and you're eighteen… it's not the end of the world."

"He's my teacher, Rose!" I hissed at her, trying to keep my voice down. "I'm not even allowed to like him, and doing so much as flirting with him would be considered illegal!"

"So what, you won't be in high school forever… In less than a year, you'll be out of here!" She countered.

I threw my hands up in the air, giving up this pointless discussion. "It's nice that you always try to see the positive side, but it's not helping this time. I mean, come one… Let's say, purely hypothetical, that there's a way around this whole student-teacher situation… There's no way that a god like him would ever fall for a plain girl like me while beautiful girls are throwing themselves at him, not to mention that there is a zero chance that someone like him is still single." I stated sadly.

"If you don't try, you'll never know…" Rose mused, giving me a tiny smile.

I wanted to give her another glare, but after a few seconds of silence I cracked, and smiled back at her, pulling her in for a short hug. "Thanks for grilling me, Rose… It feels good to get this off my chest."

She smirked knowingly. "You're more than welcome. Come on, let's go home..."

xxx

I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on my Spanish homework, while Rose was standing at the sink. She was preparing a salad for dinner, she could handle that much with her serious lack of cooking skills.

I was trying to translate some sentences, when Rose suddenly let out a groan.

"Oh no, not again." She complained.

"Hmm, what? Screwed up the salad?" I asked absentmindedly, looking up from my books.

"No, worse. It's Jacob-time." She announced in a dark voice, glaring out of the window over the sink.

"Urgh no." I groaned. "Let's ignore him and pretend that we're not home."

"Both our cars are parked right in front of the building." Rose pointed out.

"We can still ignore him." I suggested.

"That would be impolite."

"So is stalking me, besides, why would you care?" I challenged her.

The doorbell rang and we exchanged a glance of irritation.

"You're right, I don't care, I'll handle this." She said cheerfully, darting over to the door.

She pressed the red button on the speaker next to the door, and made a face at me. "Hello?" She asked, faking surprise.

"Oh… hi Rosalie." Jake said gruffly, probably remembering his previous encounters with her. "Can I come up?" He sounded uncertain now, and I assumed that he was pretty well aware of the fact that he hardly ever made it past our front door.

"I'm sorry Jacob, we're closed." Rose stated harshly.

I snorted loudly, and Rose stuck out her tongue at the speaker.

"Oh come on, Rosalie, I just want to talk to Bella. Please, let me in, I know she's up there, her truck is parked outside." He tried again.

"Yes, as her personal stalker, you would know." Rose snapped at him. "But for your information, she's taking a bath, she has a major headache and needs to relax, so I would appreciate it if you leave now."

"Fine." Jake huffed. "I'll speak to her tomorrow."

Rose turned off the speaker and laughed out loud.

I grinned at her. "You're good at getting rid of him."

"Yep." She said, popping the P. "The stalker has left the building… At least for today." She added with a grimace.

"Yeah, well that's tomorrow's problem." I said dismissively, getting up from my chair and walking over to the sink, sneaking a glance out of the window.

Jacob was just getting in his car, an old Volkswagen Rabbit. I felt how Rose leaned against the sink next to me, also glancing out of the window.

"Goodbye, Jacob Black… Sure, I'll let you in… the day Santa Clause decides to marry the Easter bunny." She mocked him.

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