Chapter One: The Realization
It had all started with one dream. One dream that made Bella realize everything that was wrong with her life. And with that one realization she was on her way to do one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do. To some it may have seemed silly or completely ridiculous, but to Bella it was not. She wasn't like most people, the girls she had grown up with had all gone through three or four boyfriends in their 20 years. But not Bella, Bella had just one. Jacob Black.
Jacob Black was a weirdo, well at least that's what she used to think of him. At fourteen years old he'd started high school at 220 lbs. He was a big guy to say the least. As ugly as the stereotype sounds, it is true, nobody likes the fat guy. It also didn't help that he was painfully shy. He got through high school being made fun of because of his weight and the way he looked. And while she wasn't part of his torturer's, she also did nothing to stop it. Bella didn't like Jacob Black simply because everyone thought he was weird and who doesn't want to fit in?
Their last year of high school, he'd lost all the baby fat. His change didn't seem to matter, he still got picked on constantly. Now instead of targeting his weight, they'd focus on a different part of his body.
A year after graduation he contacted me again requesting that we hangout. I was going through that rough patch at that time. It had been a year since high school and I was in the realization that everyone was right, what happened in high school didn't matter. Nobody really stayed friends and I would never voluntarily talk to any of my classmates ever again. And while this realization sat heavy on my shoulders I slowly realized the sad life I lived.
I continued to live in the small town I grew up in. Most days I worked at our local library and came home to the house Charlie and I shared. On a rare day I'd go out to lunch and catch up with Angela Weber. She'd gone off to the University of Washington, and while my mom had fought me on it, I decided college was not for me. So when Jacob asked me to meet him, I realized I had nothing to lose. It's not like I had any plans other than reading when I came home from work.
So that is how it all started. The second time we ever hung out he kissed me. I remember being surprised and grossed out at the same time. Grossed out because I'd forgotten how slimy some kisses could be.
And now two years into it, she finally had the courage to admit to herself that she was not happy. If Jacob was a jerk, this would be easier to do. But he wasn't, this wasn't about Jake at all, this was about her.
