Hey guys, I know this chapter is a little short but I tried to add as many details as I could, since this is Bella's flashback. Anyways, enjoy Chapter 2 guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any way . . . but I do own a nice pillow!

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6 years earlier ...

It was ten minutes after the bell rang for English, and there was still no sign of Cullen. We were all standing outside of the classroom waiting for our English teacher. Some of us were getting impatient.

"Well, looks like Cullen's absent," Lauren said, flipping her hair back.

I looked at Lauren with doubt. Professor Cullen was barely ever absent. He's only been absent twice, and they were during family emergencies. Other than that, he was here everyday.

"I don't know about that Lauren, Professor Cullen is only absent for legit reasons, and some of the other sophomores even said that they saw them today," Angela said from behind me. Both Lauren and Angela looked at me for my opinion. I didn't know what to say, but thankfully, I noticed Professor running towards the classroom out of the corner of my eye and gestured towards him.

"There he is," I said meekly. Mike, Eric, and Tyler appeared from behind me and glared at the sight of our teacher's presence.

"Edward." Mike started.

"Fucking." Tyler continued.

"Cullen." Eric finished. The three of them were still serving detention from writing being caught obscene notes about the Professor and passing them around the classroom. I giggled at the memory of how infuriated he was when he found out his nickname was Dickward. Professor Cullen finally caught up to the room when he said, "Sorry class, there was a bit of a delay in the teachers' meeting today." I noticed him glance at me briefly and smile before he unlocked the door and let us all in.

It was only halfway into the period of class and I already felt like I was going to die from note-taking. Cullen had been going on for what seemed like forever about how Beowulf's courageous deeds in his past has led everyone to believe that he was a hero and whatnot. Beowulf was a boring story for me actually, but I couldn't just stop taking notes and risk my life by getting caught by the teacher. I was writing down the last words of Professor Cullen's speech when I felt a hand ghost over my leg. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head for a second and I glared at the boy sitting next to me. His name was Jacob Black and he was, without a doubt, on the brink of getting his balls cut off. It also didn't help his situation when he turned to wink at me.

Yeah, not likely dude.

I sighed and shook my head dismissively at Jacob when I heard Professor Cullen call my name.

"Ms. Swan, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" He said in an annoyed tone. All eyes in the classroom darted towards me. His livid green eyes burned into mine and I gulped and shook my head.

"No, Professor." I replied.

"See me after class, Ms. Swan," He said sternly. I simply hung my head low and nodded.

Class ended ten minutes later and I was bracing myself for some sort of punishment.

It couldn't be that bad, all I did was ... Fuck, I didn't even do anything! Why am I even here?

I turned around to leave the room to see Edward standing in front of me, arms folded across his chest. His eyes burned down to mine, but he didn't look angry, he looked ... like he was in pain.

"Bella, what did Jacob do to you?" He suddenly asked. I felt my face warm up in fear, and anxiety. I had no idea what to say, but I gave it a shot.

"Nothing, Professor," I muttered. I glanced behind Edward and noticed that the door was locked, I tried to go and open the door.

Everything happened so fast.

Before I could take a step towards the door, Edward's hands cupped my face and held it in place, not letting me look away. My face was burning from the touch of his cold hands, and my pulse picked up as he leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. His eyes were warm, and a little dazzling in fact. "Bella," he breathed. I felt utterly anxious and nervous at that moment, that I whimpered involuntarily. He leaned in closer, and pressed his lips to mine, gently at first. My breathing hitched as I tried to register what was happening. Professor Cullen, my English teacher, was kissing me. His lips slowly began to move against mine while his hands traveled down my back and curled around waist, pulling me closer to him. It was like he immobilized me, but after gathering enough strength to move again, I placed my hands against his broad shoulders and pushed him back gently. But he wouldn't budge. He was much stronger than me and before I knew it, he was walking me back against the wall, his lips never leaving mine. I didn't want this, I never thought of Edward Cullen, my English teacher, to be the first person I kissed. It all just seemed so wrong, like it wasn't supposed to happen like this. I wanted my first kiss to be romantic and sweet, not against the wall against my will! I tried to push a little harder on his shoulders, but he still wouldn't move. Instead, his tongue traced over my bottom lip, making me gasp. He took that as a sign of entrance and slipped his tongue between my lips, meeting with my tongue. His tongue swirled around mine and the kiss became more heated.

I felt a tear trail down my cheek and clenched my fists when I felt his hands hold my wrists and bring them around his neck. I was livid. I was not going to be forced like this. His mouth finally left mine as he began to trail light kisses down my neck. I was stiff against his touch and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for this to be over. I finally opened my eyes when I felt him pull back to look down at me. My hands left his neck and fell to my sides. I looked up at him with hatred in my eyes, that was when he noticed the tears and how red my cheeks were. He instantly looked hurt and sorry, and I almost felt sorry for him. What am I thinking?

"Isabella, I-" He started as he reached for my hand. I jerked away from him and raised my hand. I wanted to slap him, I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to let him know how much I hated him and what I could do to him for kissing me.

But I did nothing. For some reason, I couldn't hurt the man in front of me. He looked hurt enough and I didn't want to do anymore damage. I lowered my hand and let out a low sob. I felt his hand stroking my cheek.

"I'm sorry," He whispered low enough for me to hear. I turned my face away from him, grabbed my backpack off the desk, and ran out of the room before he could say anything else.

I didn't come to school for three days after the incident, and requested my guidance counselor to assign me a different English teacher. In about a week, Mrs. Griswald, a kind and elderly woman, was my new English teacher. I hadn't seen or heard from Professor Cullen for the rest of the semester, and I couldn't tell if I was happy about it, or if I was greatly disappointed.

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Now then ... that was quite an explanation for Bella's Edwardaphobia, wasn't it? I'll probably have the next chapter up by Sunday or Monday, if I get the time. And P.S. guys, I'm looking for a beta to edit my work, if anyone would like the job, send me a PM. =]

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