This is a continuation of my entry for the Secrets & Lies Contest. The original one-shot has been cut into seventeen chapters to match the new content that will be posted in the coming weeks.

Beta: SunflowerFran

Title: Infatuation

Summary: Thirteen years after the 'best night of her life,' Bella has an encounter with her first crush. Let's hope he doesn't affect her the same way he did back then.

Pairing: Edward/Bella

Rating: M

DISCLAIMER: The author does not own any publicly recognizable entities herein. No copyright infringement is intended.

'Keep it together' I tell myself, adjusting my blouse for what must be the thousandth time. 'They're just parents. It's not a big deal.'

As a first-year teacher, this will be my introduction to the whole 'Open House' thing. I vaguely remember going to a few of these events as a kid, but it has been so long since then that I'm not entirely sure what to expect. Not to mention the fact that I'm now on the other side of the equation. Needless to say, I'm intimidated.

Smoothing my skirt as an excuse to wipe the sweat from my hands, I tuck my hair behind my ears and square my shoulders. 'This is an idyllic position at an immensely sought-after school, and I am highly qualified for it. I have nothing to worry about tonight. This will be a piece of cake.'

Blowing a puff of air from between my pursed lips, I turn just in time to receive a tackle to the shins from a small person. Stumbling back, I reach down and steady the child against my legs before letting out an exasperated laugh.

"Well, hello, there!" Peering down, I can't help but smile when I see it's one of my more rambunctious students.

"Oh God," A decidedly male voice murmurs urgently. "I'm so sorry! Rose, sweetheart, let your teacher go."

"It's no bother," I sigh, patting little Rosalie's curls. Lips parted in a good-natured smile, I glance up – ready to explain that Rosalie's aggressive hugs are an everyday occurrence – but the words die on my lips.

The sight in front of me is so startling that my body experiences an unexpected jolt. That tiny seizure is followed by a flash of light that blots out my vision. The picture fades, and suddenly I'm no longer standing in my classroom. No – I'm transported back in time.

Back to a simple, easy time.

Back to when it all started.

Back to junior high…