So this is my new story. I hope you enjoy it.

Thegleekofyourlife

Ellie P.O.V

I hated school. It wasn't because my teacher's were mean or I'm failing because I was a straight A student. I hated school because of the people in it and they hated me. What a relationship!

I'd been bullied since I started school at La Push High for several different reasons. I was short, short as in 4"11 short. That appeared to be amusing and people constantly shoved me into lockers saying, "Whoops, didn't see you there." Obviously they did. The other reason was that I actually had a brain. I didn't look at a book and turn the pages at random intervals, I read. That had prompted the insult of "bookworm" which always made me giggle. Before the locker push that is.

My last problem, was that I had a huge crush on Collin Weaver. He was a nice guy but recently had missed a lot of school and hadn't come back yet. He sat next to me in English but talked to people at the desk in front or behind us. I mean HELLO! I'm not invisible!

So that's why I hated school. But I'll just give you a quick overview of what I looked like.

Height: 4"11

Weight: 96 lbs

Hair colour and type: Wavy and dark brown

Body type: I've got curves

Personality: Sweet, sarcastic and nerdy.

Family: Father- Thomas Rodriguez Mother- Alison Rodriguez

My mother died when I was 7 and my father went into a deep depression. A depression which could apparently only be cured by hurting me. So that was the extent of my life. I went to school, got picked on and beat up, and then I went home and got beat up.

But no-one knew. No-one could ever know. It was my secret.

So I was on my way home at 6:30, after my shift at Sue's diner, when I heard noises behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw some of the jocks. They were stumbling on the pavement and laughing loudly. When I saw the bottles swinging from their hands I knew they were drunk.

I turned ahead again and picked up my pace, only to hear them speed up behind me.

"Not good, not good," I muttered to myself under my breath.

"Hey Shortie! Want to take a spin with us?" One of them shouted at me. I sped up again and when I heard them start to run I flew into a frantic sprint.

But I was too short and they caught up to me easily. One of them ran in front of me and cut me off from the rest of the road. The others formed a circle. The guy in front of me, Jason, strolled towards me and I unconsciously cringed back. They all laughed.

Jason grabbed my chin hard in his hand and forced me to look at him. He came in fast and smashed his mouth against mine, his lips drunk, sloppy and painful. I took my chance and lifted my knee up quickly, getting him in the balls. He yelped and fell to the ground cradling his crotch. One of the other guys came forward and grabbed my arm.

He raised his fist, "Why you little bitch!" and sent it sailing towards my face. I closed my eyes and readied myself for it but it never came.

I shakily looked up and saw a tanned hand holding the guy's fist. I followed the hand up the arm until I reached his face.

"Collin?" I breathed.

He ignored me and threw the guy away from me. He turned to look at all the guys with a glare that could have frozen hell and they scattered.

Collin turned towards me and I caught my breath. He had changed so much. His hair that used to be grown to his shoulders was cut short and he had a tattoo on his left bicep. His chest was bare and I had to mentally tell myself to stop ogling. He was really tall so I craned my neck to look up at him.

"Are you ok-" He cut off as he looked into my eyes. His face was shocked but his eyes held, adoration and longing.

"I'm fine. Thank you so much for helping me Collin, I don't know what they would have done." I said and his eyes took on a dreamy look before he snapped out of it and smiled brilliantly at me.

"No problem."

O.K there's the prologue. Setting the scene for all the rest :D

Please review and tell me if I should continue!

thegleekofyourlife