My Years of Rejection

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

This story's plot belongs to me.

A/N: About this story: The first chapters will explain the nature of their relationship during their teen years. The second will be about some years later, after school.

Summary:

He had rejected her from the beginning. She had chosen to be isolated, avoiding him. Life makes circles. They meet years later dealing with the remains of their attitude.

Chapter one : She's nothing.

BPOV

Alone, again. I don't even know why do I even bother to volunteer here. The library is always almost empty during Friday afternoons.

"That's the normal situation Bella," I reminded myself. It's Friday night, everybody has plans. People go out during Friday nights. They go to the movies, and restaurants, and parties. They go to friends for sleepovers, or prepare weekend activities.

It is Friday night and I will do none of the above. That was the reason I had excepted this shift anyway. It was the best way to avoid my father's comments about no meeting friends, or watching the game with him and his middle-aged companions. No offense, they all are good and kind, but I could not stand being with them for more than half an hour.

What I was really missing was having someone to talk. Talk about me, my life with dad, my dreams for the future, the book I finished yesterday and the one I started today.

My mother could be that person but she is away. Florida is not an every-weekend destination, plus she has a different life there, a new husband, and they will soon start traveling again. Sometimes I was missing my previous life with her in Arizona, before her second marriage.

I left Phoenix two years ago at the age of fifteen, sophomore year. I was living there with Renee, my mother, since I was one. Four years ago she met Phil and they made the big decision a year later.

I was okay with that.

Things turned different when Phil was hired by a baseball team and he had to start traveling. I decided to come back here, Forks Washington. Charlie, my father, was thrilled plus he doesn't hover. He is the chief of police here.

I soon realized that he was a very lonely chief, so had our house. It was not a mess but the absence of a woman was obvious. So, during the first months I was totally determined to give a little quality to my father's everyday life. I started cooking and cleaning and making as many improvements in the house as I could. I was already a little ahead in school so there was no need for to much homework. I had free time, but...

But, I had none to share it with. The school was small. Someone would expect that they would welcome you right in front of the entrance hall and help you with everything since day one.

That had not happen. Instead, I embarrassed myself by loosing my balance in front of everybody while I was stepping inside that hall for the first time.

My shoes were totally inappropriate for the climate in Forks. I loved my chucks but a good pair of boots would have saved me from the ultimate humiliation. Slipping on the wet floor and landing with my face attached to it. The laughs were spreading like fire around me, and the whispers...

"Is she new?"

"Chucks, were does she thing she lives now?"

"Nothing special, and obviously clumsy."

I was trying to get up when I noticed a hand in front of my face. I took it and when I turned my head to look it's owner I met the two most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Green and piercing. They were attached to an equally exquisite face. A face with a strong jaw, a perfect nose and red full lips. Then the lips started moving and a velvety voice asked, "Are you alright?"

I had nodded yes and stood up trying to hide my awkwardness by straightening my shirt and my stained jeans. My jacket was still on the floor next to my school bag.

"Ok," I heard the boy saying and watched him leaving.

Another student passed right beside me, and another one, and another one. I had started feeling a little confused. Was I invisible? And then I heard someone else talking:

"Hey, she is not bad, not pretty but her body seems to have potentials," a blond boy with the air of overconfidence spoked.

"She's nothing," a different male said. I looked to see if I had mistaken about his voice.

No, I had heard right, it was the boy with the green eyes. I walked outside and stayed there until the bell rang. I was almost wet. At least that would cover my tears.

I knew I was nothing. Brown eyes and hair, thin shapeless body, braces and cheap clothes. Ordinary to the bone. I just was not used to people reminding it to me. In Phoenix they all knew me since diapers and I had my friends since kindergarten. They were excepting me as I was. Here, I had fights to give and I didn't know just how ready I was for them.

During those two years I learned a lot about my classmates. The irony was that the pretty boy was in my year. We even had some classes together. Since my first day at Forks high I had learned one and a very important thing:

Edward Cullen, the green-eye god, considered me as "nothing." Worst case scenario: he was the first candidate for participating to the school paper from our class. I would have to see him more often. I had already been excepted . My advanced classes and some good articles in Phoenix had given me the advantage.

If I had known it would have cost me countless Fridays without company, I would have hidden that advantage in my mind, among other thoughts and unfulfilled wishes.

The time was almost 9.00, closing hour. I was about to turn the lights off and leave when the door bell rang. That only meant someone had just entered. I was buttoning my coat when I heard a familiar voice asking.

"Hello, can I return this book? My mother couldn't return it herself and I forgot to take her card."

And by that, a perfect Edward Cullen was standing in front of me holding his also perfect girlfriend by her waist. Worst case scenario.

A/N: Please take the time and review if you like or not this start. There is no Beta for this story. Please, don't shoot :)