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Hello everyone. If you remember my first story "Where forgiveness ends" you'll remember where i said that i'm going to focus on original fiction from here on out. Well i am, but i'm dying for some feedback and what better place to get it than here in the Twilight world. So eventually this story will be pulled, tweaked and published, but for now it's here for all my twihards to enjoy. I ask that every reviewer be as honest as possible without making me want to shoot my toe off. I want this to be a good story for the fandom and in the real world and I'm hoping you guys can do that for me. I hope you guys enjoy and am looking forward to this ride and depending on how it goes i may do the same for a couple of other stories that I've started and plan to publish. So with out further ado, here is The Opposite.

Prologue

Bella

For most people, meeting new people when they're kids is quite an experience. A lot of times when a little child meets another little child for the first time, it's a good bet that those children become friends, or at least learn to coexist with one another. Although there are times when a child meets another child and wishes they had never set eyes on them. That was my experience with Edward Masen.

I first met him when i was 7 years old, he moved to our small town with his dad and stepmom and didn't seem very enthused about the the idea. He was a year older than me, but was tall for his age along with being very articulate. While I was short, a little chubby and had glasses along with a lisps due to losing my two front teeth. On top of all that, my family was the talk of the town seeing as how i had two fathers instead of two regular parents.

My Biological father is Charlie, he bore me with a woman named Renee who was looking a for a payout and got it after she gave birth to me. Don't really know much about the woman, but to me it doesn't matter because along with Charlie, i also have Harry, my other father. Now their relationship is not one of stereotypes, where one is feminine while the other is masculine, no they're just regular guys who happen to love each other and wanted to have a family, so they had me. The two love me unconditionally and do there best to raise me as a young girl should be raised and it makes me so happy to have two fathers that i don't really miss the concept of having a mother.

That didn't stop the town from talking about it left and right, and as a result i would be caught somewhere in between all the gossip much to often. So when Edward came along i thought, hey fresh meat, he doesn't have a chance to judge me based on who my parents are. Wow was i wrong. From the time we met in the park til midway through high school, Edward made it his mission to make me cry on a daily basis. He didn't always uses my parents as a maneuvering tactic to get under my skin. Often he would use my weight, or my glasses, or later on my bad skin and high pitched voice, along with my extreme clumsiness. It didn't matter to him, he just wanted to get under my skin, and the worst part about it is that i let him.

Charlie and Harry are hardly pushovers and would never imagine not showing their only daughter how to defend herself, so often when other kids tried to pick on me it was easy to shut them down. Unfortunately though, i couldn't do the same thing with Edward, I couldn't find the strength to stand up to him and for a very long time i couldn't figure out why. Until one day he stopped with his antics, he didn't even look at me or corner me and bully me like he once did. It was on that day that i cried harder than i had before, because it was on that day that i realized that i loved Edward. It was the only explanation as to why i wouldn't take abuse from anyone else but him.

I knew that it was something i had to keep to myself, that there was no way i could let anyone else know about my infatuation with him because i knew it would mean my utter demise.

So as the years went by i would watch him from afar as he became the town hero by winning the state championship in both football and wrestling, and getting any girl he wanted. For some reason when ever he was on a date he would always choose the front of my house to park his car and do whatever he did to his girlfriends all the while my window faced that car. I knew what he was doing, i knew he was kissing and touching whichever girl he had in there, i knew he was possibly doing much more that and each time that car parked in front of my house, a little part of me died and all i wanted was for my love for him to go away. However it didn't and to this day it still hasn't. He graduated yesterday and i know he's going to college in California and even though my heart should soar at the idea about his car no longer popping up outside my house, it instead breaks a little bit more, because who knows when it will be when i see him again, if at all.

At least when he was making me cry on a regular basis, i could hear him speak and see his face, so regardless of him being utterly cruel to me i could still be in his presence. Even with his car outside my window, i could still hope and wish that someday he would see me for me. However i now know that day will never come, and have to move on, no matter how much i know it kills me to do so.

I have one more year left of school then i'm headed off to college, hopefully Harvard. I've worked my butt off since i could remember to keep my grades up and hope to high heaven it's enough to get me into that school and away from this town, away from the irrevocable feeling towards the boy who was never nice to me, but yet still found a way to make me fall in love with him.

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