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Rosalie's POV

Great, everything's ready; I'm good to go. I looked at myself one last time at the mirror and decided to tie up my hair in a neat way. First impressions are important, Rose, I told myself.

I grabbed my bag and drove off to Forks High. Just as I was approaching the parking lot of the school, every student's eyes were fixed on me the instant they saw me and my car. I couldn't help but hide my smile.

All of their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I parked at the area reserved for teachers and faculty staff. They must've thought I was a student.

I made my way to the principal's office; it was a requirement before I start to work. The principal gave me short tour of the school before he handed me my class schedules. The principal, Mr. Turner, looked like a man in his 50's. He holds himself well and he looks very respectable.

I appreciated the principal's hospitable character, as well as the other teachers' welcoming remarks. I still have to meet all the other teachers and school staff.

When his mini tour was done, I made my way to my first class. When I entered the room, all students eyed me from head to toe; their eyes grew wider when they saw the ledger and lesson plan I was holding.

One jock from the far end of the room raised his hand. "Miss, are you the new teacher?"

I nodded and smiled confidently. "Yes. I'm Rosalie Hale."

The jock, as well as all the other students, smiled widely. Maybe their past teacher wasn't that good. "And I'm going to be your class adviser for this year, as well as your Music teacher. But for this hour, we'll have English."

They all smiled wider, and I couldn't help but start to like this school.

"Okay, then. Let's start the lesson. Does anybody here know the book Wuthering Heights?" I asked as I showed them my still good looking copy of the book.

I waited for a few more seconds to draw a conclusion…no one raised a hand. This is going to be one tough school year.

***

I pulled up in front of my driveway and was surprised when I got out from my car. I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't expect to see the man I have been loathing for the past six months to be here at my house.

Travis Keller, my ex-fiancé, was at my porch, obviously waiting for me. He stood up when he saw me and waited for me to come to him, but I just stood beside my car.

"What are you doing here, Travis?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest. I rummaged my head for reasons or ways how he could have found me.

Travis scoffed. "You don't answer my calls; I bet you don't even read my letters."

"You haven't sent me any letter since a month ago." I remembered the letter from him that I stumbled upon while I was organizing my stuff which I received a month ago before I left my old town. "I don't have anything to say to you, except for go away." I snapped.

"Rosie," Travis said as he walked up to me. "I really didn't mean to sleep with your friend."

I instantly felt enraged when he said those words. Memories of what had happened half a year ago flooded my mind. I came home from the music studio and when I got to our room, Travis was in bed with my friend, Rachel. I never said a word to the two of them since then…until now.

"You're a jerk. Get off of my property." I sneered. I have had to master the art of pushing away unwanted thoughts and forgetting painful experiences and memories. I used to sulk and cry my eyes out when I found out that my fiancé ad my friend are having an affair behind my back.

I became good at being cold and being able to forget memories like that. I even sort of erased Travis' face on my memory, and everything that was associated with him. But seeing him now brought up all those memories that I have locked away.

"I still want you." Travis said as he walked closer to me.

I walked away from him. "Come on, Travis. I'm tired of this. I've moved on already."

At that moment, Travis moved as fast as he could and grabbed me by my waist and kissed me. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. There was only one choice left. I slapped him as hard as I could.

He instantly pulled away and rubbed his cheek that was now red. I smirked when I realized I smacked him real hard.

"You're an ass." I snapped with overwhelming disgust and hatred and watched him as he left my property.

Unwanted tears and different kinds of emotion overwhelmed me. The sky was getting darker now, just like my mood. I slumped myself on the porch and let myself cry my eyes out until everything that came back to me – Travis, the memories, the pain – fade away.

I was so wrapped up with trying to erase those feelings and thoughts; I didn't realize that my neighbor was walking towards me.