A/N: UPDATE 6/13/13

Hello my dearest fans. I am back and better than ever. I making it my priority to rewrite and continue my three stories. Not to fear little ones, I'm trying to keep my promises this summer.

This chapter is an official rewrite.

*Disclaimer shit goes here. You know who these characters belong to. I just make them my puppets.*

Some changes to this story: *IMPORTANT*

-It is Bella's senior year instead of junior year, works out better this way in the end.

-Edward is a French teacher instead of a Bulgarian teacher. I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I came up with that.

-Jessica is no longer 'Sassie', she's Tits. A shout out to BronzeHyperion's Bring On The Wonder for this wonderful nickname. I thought it applied to my Jessica very well.

-Bella and Rosalie are not identical twins, they are fraternal twins.

-Edward does not have a sister named Alice, it was a very bad typo. His brother is Emmett. His FOUR year old daughter's name is Mary Alice. Nickname: Aly.

Enjoy the rewrite. Love, K.C

1. Memories

I remember the day we met. It was just an ordinary first day of school. The beginnings of a last school year.

August 24, 2010

It was the start of my senior year at Forks High and I was desperate to turn 18. I was mature beyond my years, and yet I knew how to have fun. The only friend I had, that I trusted, was my twin sister.

My schedule consisted of honors and AP classes; a reminder of my foreboding commitments of college essay's and applications. The first day was like any other first day: the rules and procedures; what to do, what not to do; lunch; and then some more rules. Classes weren't interesting in the least. Not enough to keep my attention.

Throughout the day, rumors were dispersed, primarily about a teacher's character; hhow nice or mean they'd been, or how cute they were. I had to admit, I gave my fair share in gossip too.

"Oh. Em. Gee! The new chemistry teacher is so fucking sexy! I heard from Lauren that he's our new French teacher now, Oh La La." my new acquaintance, Jessica, Tits I called her in my head, said. I only ever kept acquaintances for the simplest reasons that 'friends' either betray, steal, cheat, or lie to you eventually.

Yes, I had trust issues. Sue me.

I nicknamed Jessica, Tits in my head because of her obviously fake triple-D boobs. They stared at me as they bounced with her every word, as if they were calling out 'Look at me! Touch me!' It made me wonder what else was bogus about her. The more I listened to her talk, I quickly deduced her personality completely fake.

"They replaced Mr. Banner?" I asked curiously. But I wasn't looking at her face when I asked. I was silently ripping apart my textbook while we sat listening to more rules in our fifth period trig class.

"Hell yes. I'm like sooo glad that he's like gone, you know?"I did know. Mr. Banner was a pain in my ass. "He was like my least favorite teacher, eveerrr." She exaggerated the ever.

"He was everyone's least favorite teacher." I stated simply.

Girls like Tits never failed to piss me off. I didn't even want nor liked to hang out with her. She's a prep. A straight-up prep. I despised preppy girls. I was amazed and baffled that these girls, at this school, would even consider hanging out with me. But they have, for three years. And they just up and leave because the boys paid more attention to me.

I couldn't help the fact that, in addition to my smartness, I was sexy. I spent my spare time dancing with my sister and running. My brown hair was long and layered; which clashed well with my beige skin tone (the summer in La Push did wonders for me.). My clothes weren't slutty but they weren't innocent either. I mostly wore mini-skirts and skinny jeans with mermaid-blue blouses or black t-shirts, and lots of wedges and heels to match. There were those days where I didn't give a fuck and band shirts and skinny jeans were all that sufficed.

Today was a caring day though; I wore dark jeans, a simple white blouse, and black wedged heels.

Other than that, I'm pretty bad-ass. I was always doing things I shouldn't and always speaking what was on my mind. And I have three tattoos; a skull and crossbows on my lower back, a quill on my right hipbone, and the ying-yang symbol on my wrist. I also sported a diamond nose stud.

Tits interrupted my reverie and said, "Well, yeah, but he was an asshole."

"Way to state the obvious."I said nonchalantly as I still tore apart my textbook. She went on and on about the reasons why she didn't like Mr. Banner and I just nodded and sighed when it was appropriate to.

Eventually the bell rang.

I silently praised the gods who thought I was worthy enough to save me from the hell of Jessica Stanley.

I was expecting my 6th period to be another one of the boring rules and procedures, and meet a new Tits. But I knew I wouldn't be bored because, this period, I had my sister with me. She has my 2nd period AP Literature class and my 6th period Chemistry class.

My sister Rosalie is my fraternal twin, just to make it clear. I was older by twenty minutes and I reminded her of it every day. We have the same personality and style and you'd swear were the same person if we were identical.

The only differences we had are that I like rock music and she likes rap. She likes to shop and I don't. She acts like a fucking model and I don't. I'm more of a rebel than she is. I speak my mind and act out, she tries to avoid bad situations but will fuck up anyone who got in her way. And she has the wavy, long, blond hair whereas my hair was a river of chocolate mahogany.

I hate it when she—or anyone else—calls me Isabella; especially when I remind her of our age difference. I despised that name and I went by Bella. Ever since 6th grade, when my boyfriend Jacob Black broke up with me in front of the whole school and called me 'Isapicka' just because I picked my nose occasionally. I stopped people from uttering my full name; all I heard when it escaped their mouths was that wretched name.

She came around the corner, starting our standard greeting, "Hey, bitch,"

"Hey, whore," I replied. We continued to walk together to our 6th period.

She was wearing innocent attire. She had on a black baby-doll blouse and white skinny jeans with matching heels. Way to be the opposite, sis.

"You heard Mr. B got replaced?"She asked.

"Yeah, last period. Unfortunately I had to let my ears bleed just to hear that shit, and a whole bunch of shit after that."

"Was it Jessica Stanley?"

"Hell yes."

"Shit, I had to hear her mouth go off like fucking Road Runner during third."

"At least she told me something useful. I was gonna have to seriously shoot myself with Charlie's gun, if I saw Mr. Banner's face and annoying voice again."

"I am so fucking grateful he's gone. That asshole was getting on my last nerve." She stated.

"Don't I know it?" I replied.

We entered our 6th period class late as per usual. I expected a sweaty bald guy even though Tits told me that the chem teacher was 'sexy'.

Not even her words had prepared me for the God that was in front of me.

With a tight white t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers, sexy ass, bronze-copperish hair, a 3o'clock shadow, strong jaw line, muscular but lean body, moss-green eyes, standing at the front of the classroom, was my new Chemistry, French, and assistant teacher.

And shit, we matched too.

I spent two whole fucking minutes standing there staring at him until he decided to tell me something.

"Are you going to stand there, miss, or are you going to come in and tell me your name?"

I swear I came in my panties, when he spoke in his velvety voice.