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Chapter 2:

"Continue with the story, Mommy!" said Renesmee, when I went to check that she was still in her bed. She grinned at me when I stared curiously at her. "Mommy! Come on! Tell me!" I walked into her room and sat on the foot of her bed.

"No wonder you were so eager to go to bed," I mumbled. I sighed. "Well, I might as well get started. Where was I?"

"You and Daddy had met for the first time. He took you to eat hamburgers." I smiled, remembering. That was such a long time ago.

"Okay, now no interruptions."

She nodded, eyes wide with excitement.

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Since I met Mr. Cullen, I started to change. I started going to school more, just to see him, even though I didn't attend class. We would always eat lunch together, although the time together was short.

I had asked him about the day when he and I left school early, the first time that I met him. I asked him if he got in trouble. He simply smiled and shook his head. "My grandfather was the headmaster here back in the days when the school had just started, and left an image here," he had told me. "So since I was his grandson, everyone expected that I would follow his lead in his footsteps that my father avoided."

I didn't understand why he said that at first, but then realized that he used his grandfather's influence to get out of trouble a lot. I was surprised. He was horrible.

"Well, I think it's time for me to go to class now," he said, after our conversation was over. I watched him stand up and I followed his action. "So, Ms. Klutz, are you going to be in class today?"

"Hell no!" I said, loudly. He nodded, pushing his glasses onto his face. "And don't call me that. I've gotten better at being less clumsy!" He smiled, nodding.

"Then I shall call you something else," he mumbled.

"How about calling me by my name, smart ass," I grumbled.

He abruptly changed the subject. "I would like to see you in class, though. I want you to listen to me lecture for once." I arched my eyebrows.

"I'm in your class?" He nodded. "How do you know that? I don't even know that."

"I checked the roster. When I asked who Isabella Swan was and why she didn't attend class, everyone laughed. They said that she doesn't attend school at all and other things." He said the last part quietly. I know that they said a few cruel things about me, but I didn't care. It was probably mostly true.

"So, how do you know that was me?" I asked, staring down at my feet.

"Because they also said that you were clumsy and always falls or trips over something when you weren't throwing a tantrum."

I glared at him. "I don't throw tantrums. I'm not a child." He shrugged.

"I know." He walked to class, waving behind him. I smiled, blushing. He was just messing with me, I thought, embarrassed. Damn it, damn it.

Edward had strong habits and was fake polite. And in someways, he was cold. That didn't stop me, though. I was still attracted to him in more ways than one.

During our special time together, he always asked about how I was and such, like he cared about me. And sometimes, I asked him about his student teaching. He told me that he was doing well; his manners were a selling point. When I accused him of tricking people, he just said thank you. I yelled at him, "It's not a complement!" And he would laugh his beautiful laugh.

Since I was starting to change, my gang started getting pissed off at me. "You missed the meeting again, Swan!" they would yell. I wouldn't say anything but just sit back, relaxed on my bench. "Miss another one and boss will be pissed!"

I ignored them and thought of Edward Cullen. I looked up into the night sky and saw many stars. The sky was beautiful. That made me think of his eyes even more, the beautiful emeralds. "Mr. Cullen," I whispered to no one but myself, "do you have a girlfriend?"

There was one time that I was walking to meet Mr. Cullen for lunch when I heard a bunch of girls laughing and talking to him. I glanced around the corner and saw a bunch of girls surrounding Mr. Cullen. One of the girls had his glasses.

"Come on, Mr. Cullen! These glasses are fake!" laughed the girl. The girls laughed with him. He looked so happy.

"They make me look smart," he said, smiling. I leaned against the wall and sighed. There was a part in me that wanted to be like those girls, to have the courage to speak to him like that.

"You're so weird, Mr. Cullen!" said another girl.

I turned around and headed a different direction to get the roof. I didn't want to cross paths with those girls and Edward.

On the roof, Mr. Cullen was there before I was. He smiled at me as I opened the door to the roof. I smiled slightly at him and walked to him. He was so beautiful with the sun behind him.

"What's wrong, Bella?" he asked as I sat next to him on the floor. He was standing.

"Nothing," I murmured. The image of those girls surrounding him was still in my mind. It still bothered me. I don't know why; they were just talking to him.

"Okay," he said, sitting next to me. I nodded, staring at my hands. My left hand was throbbing because I punched the wall before I came up here. I was angry and my fist was probably sprained. "Well, tomorrow is my last day. I'll be leaving then."

That shocked me. I thought of what to say, but wasn't sure. I just said what came first to my mind.

"Are you going to be a teacher?"

"I've decided against it. Me being a teacher would be dangerous."

I gasped. I shot up but almost fell over; he caught me. I didn't shake his hand off my shoulder this time. "You admitted it!" I shouted. He chuckled lightly.

"I can't deny the truth," he responded, smiling. I rolled my eyes.

We were quiet for a while, his hand still on my shoulder. I glanced at it and was suddenly nervous. It was weird having his hand on my shoulder. I don't know why, but I had two urges. One was to slap his hand off my shoulder and yell at him not to touch me. The other was much kinder, loving. I wanted to move his hand to my cheek and lean my head against it for a while.

"Remember when I told you that my father became a doctor, instead of doing what my grandfather wanted him to be?" he asked, breaking the silence. I nodded, remembering quickly. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me with a smile. I felt my face turn a deep red. "I've decided to do work in the same field, even though I don't..." His voice faded and I knew what he was going to say. Even though I don't picture him as a role model.

"Since I was young, my father was always busy at work," he told me. I was listening to his words very closely since I wanted to remember the story. "I wasn't close to him at all. He was strict when he was home, even though I didn't think he had the right to tell me what to do.

"Before I knew it, I had learned to make a different person that would satisfy my father and everyone else that was around me. I made the real me hide away, sheltered from everyone, and made the fake me be good enough to present to everyone." He sighed and looked at his hand on my shoulder. He gently dropped it, running down my arm, before turning to look out into the beautiful view.

"Do you hate him?" I asked, quietly. I knew that he disliked his father, but I didn't know if he hated him.

"No. There's just a wall between us." He glanced at me, smiling. "When I was little, I did hate him. But now, since my mother died, he lost his edge. Now there's just a wall between us." I nodded.

I stared at him and knew that he was lonely. He wouldn't have told me that if he wasn't. Plus, I could see it in his eyes. His eyes were so lonely and so sad.

The next day, I had the urge to go to his class since it was his last class. When I had my hand on the doorknob, I could hear the laughter from the inside. I wanted to go in, but I had no courage. I was so scared.

After school, I waited for him outside. I stared at his car that I saw him drive in this morning. It was a nice Volvo. He was speeding quickly this morning. I guess he liked to go fast.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Cullen," I said, seeing him approach his car. He was just about to unlock it when he looked at me. It was hard for me to look at him. "You did good, teacher."

I paused. I was sad because I couldn't see him anymore after this.

"I was going to go to your last lecture," I added, looking up to see him. He was walking towards me as I continued. "But I was scared of the class room. I didn't have a place there anymore. I know it's my fault that I got myself into this me. It just sucks." I stopped again. I was going to add something else, but he took my hand and pulled me towards his car.

"Lets go somewhere you want to go," Edward told me, surprising me. I was confused as I got into his car.

Mr. Cullen brought me to the ocean. I've never been to the ocean before. I was surprised by the beauty that I ran to the beach to touch the waves.

"It's the ocean! Ocean! Ocean!" I yelled, grinning. The water touched my bare feet and I yelped at the cold. I jumped back ten feet.

He laughed behind me. "You're like a dog, Ms. Klutz."

Immediately, my mood went sour. "It's because of the ocean, isn't it? Stupid ocean!"

Edward laughed again. "Hearing a kid say that... that's a first."

I stopped moving and stared out into the ocean. Right then, I knew that I had fallen for him. I had fallen in love with him. He didn't have to care for me, but he did it anyway. I was so happy. I loved him so much.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm going to become a better person," I vowed. I turned to him and he looked confused. I walked towards him, my arms stretched out to touch him. "You'll see. I'll start attending classes, and I'll started studying too. I'll become better." My head touched his chest and I clutched his jacket. He smelled so good. My heart ached.

I knew that if I was open like those girls, then I would have been able to tell him my feelings. If I had acted like a girl in general, I would have been able to tell him that I loved him. I was going to miss him so much.

"This goodbye sounds pretty final," he said, one of his hands on the top of my head. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Duh, Mr. Cullen. It's goodbye."

Then he said something that shocked me. "Grow up." I looked up, confused by his cruel voice. He still sounded beautiful. "If you think school is the whole world, then you proved that you're still a child." He took my hair tie from my ponytail and it fell in waves around my face; he ran his fingers through it. "Anyway, it's difficult to study by yourself."

From that day, I started trying harder in school, with the help of Edward, as he wanted me to call him since he technically wasn't a teacher anymore; I still called him Mr. Cullen to his face.

I always got to see him on the weekend and he always helped me. His med-school was going well, that he told me of, and he was enjoying himself in his new line of career.

When he told me that he liked research and figuring things out, I mumbled that sound like he would hate me. He just laughed and said that I looked pretty with my hair down because usually I had my hair in a low ponytail. I yelled at him that he was always picking on me and he laughed again.I was so happy with him.

My happiness didn't last long. My gang wasn't happy that I wanted to quit. So they punished me. They beat me so badly that I couldn't even defend myself. I remember, while they were beating me, that one of my former "friends" said, "You can't fix something that's so badly broken." That kept running over and over in my mind, as they hit me with their bats and poles.

When I came to, I was in the hospital. I swore because when I checked the date, it was already July. School was over and I couldn't take my finals. I felt so angry and so mad and so... sad because I didn't fulfill my promises to Mr. Cullen. "Damn it," I cried.

At the time I was living with my uncle and aunt on my mom's side. They took me in when I had no where else to go. They didn't like me much, so they never came to see me. Cops and teachers came by, but mostly cops. I didn't speak to them. They just asked me yes or no questions, so I wouldn't have to speak. I just nodded yes or no.

I didn't see Edward during that whole time I was in the hospital. I hoped that he didn't know so that he wouldn't be disappointed in me. I hoped that he thought that I had some things that I had to do besides see him. I hoped that he had forgotten about me.

When I was discharged, I took the bus to the place where I was staying. My relatives didn't want to pick me up. I didn't care really. I was used to it.

My relatives gave me my bag when I got to the house. The bag had my clothes in it along with a few other personal items. I stood at the door, in a daze. I knew that they wanted me gone, but that didn't effect me. The fact that I let down Edward made me so mad and sad.

"So that means I can take her?" asked a voice that sounded like Edward's. I turned around and he was really there. Edward was standing behind me, smiling gently at me.

"M-Mr. Cullen?" I gasped. He smiled a little wider, nodding.

"Excuse me," said my uncle, his arms crossed. "This is a family matter." Edward chuckled slightly, picking up my bag.

"You aren't her parents," he said, his arm going around my shoulders, "but you are her legal guardians. So I have to anyway. I would like to marry her, this wonderful person that you just kicked out."

I lost my breath, surprised. Did I hear him right? He wanted to marry me?

"Are you sane, sir?"

"Yes," he responded. "More than you are, I must add." My uncle stood there, staring at Edward. He looked shocked because someone wanted to marry me. "Do you object?"

Then Uncle laughed, loudly. "This world will never stop amazing me." He laughed once more. "Go ahead. Take her. She's not my child."

Then Edward took me from the house, holding my hand as he did so. I didn't know what to do or say. I was still surprised. This was too much for me at once.

"I was worried when you didn't call me," he said, as we walked. "So I called your aunt and she told me what had happened. I--"

"Mr. Cullen!" I called, when I found my voice.

He ignored me. He just kept talking. "I couldn't believe what had happened to you, so I went to the hospital and they said that you already left."

"Mr. Cullen!" I called again. He ignored me still. "E-Edward!"

This time, he stopped. He looked back at me and I stood there for a second before stepping towards him. "What you said, was that the truth?" I asked, breathing heavily.

He nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry that I had to ask you that way, Bella."

"B-but you don't have to do that!" I shouted. He looked confused or surprised... or both. "You don't have to do anything else for me! You did enough!" I felt my tears prick at the back of my eyelids, ready to be released. I didn't want to cry.

"That's hurtful," he said, walking towards me. "Do you really think I said that out of pity? What? You don't trust me, Isabella?"

"B-but why! Why choose me? Me?" I screamed, the tears streaking my cheeks now. "I don't understand you at all!" I rubbed my tears away with a clumsy fist.

"Because you cried." I stared at him, confused by his words again. "You confessed to your pain and suffering. When you confessed to your anger and loneliness, you looked human, compared to everyone else. That was when I fell in love."

Edward came to me and cuffed my face. "When I looked at everyone around me, before I met you, they seemed like nothing except trash. I had no respect for anyone or anything." I stared into his eyes as I saw his sadness. My heart started aching. I cried even more, a soundless cry. "I can't cry."

I wanted to look away, but I had no strength. "I know that you are still in high school, but I won't let you get away. I will wait for you," he said, quietly. He moved one hand from my face to my waist. He pulled me closer, so that our chests were touching. "Choose me, Isabella. Marry me. I promise I won't ever leave you alone in the world."

I finally pulled my head away, but t hen I put my face into his chest. "You're a creepy pervert," I mumbled. He laughed. I looked up at him again after I stopped crying. He was smiling at me.

"No," he mumbled as he leaned to kiss me. a light peck. "You were just born late." He kissed me deeper and I sighed. He was amazing.

"You would have made a lousy teacher." I put my face into his shoulder and held him with my good hand. One of my hands were broken.

"Thank you."

"It's not a complement."

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"And that's how it was," I told Renesmee. She stared at me, wide eyed. "Are you happy that you know, now?" She clutched her blankets. I started to worry. "Renesmee?"

"Wow!" she shouted. I jumped slightly as she jumped up from under her blankets. "Hope something like that will happen to me!" She punched the air and I sighed. Maybe telling her was a bad idea.

"Time for bed," I said, picking her tiny body up. She frowned as I laid her under her blankets. I pulled the blankets up to her neck and kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep, baby."

"What? Aren't you going to tell me some more about what happened after that?" she asked, frowning at me. I arched my eyebrows.

"Okay," I said, standing. "Me and Daddy got married and had you."

"No! Momma! I want the long version!" she said, loudly. I gave her a look to tone her voice down. She did. "Please, Mommy."

I sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed again. "Go to sleep. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow." She grinned and nodded. She closed her eyes and I smoothed her dark curls back. She was so beautiful.

"Goodnight, Momma," she whispered as I kissed her forehead. "Will you sleep next to me tonight?" I thought about it before agreeing. I laid next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist.

"I love you, baby," I whispered. She responded back with Love you too, and quickly drifted off to sleep. That night, my mind drifted off to Edward Cullen.

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