My Years of Rejection
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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 two: I wanted to turn to dust.
End of previous Chapter One:
"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.
BPOV
"Hello Bella," Edward said with his usual, a little, cold tone.
We would be seniors in a week. For two whole years he was keeping a distance from me. Although we both worked in the school paper all this time his behavior had no progress.
He almost…avoided me.
"Hello Edward, hello Tanya," I greeted them both.
I had to admit, they were a perfect match. Edward had changed a lot lately. His teen look had turned to a more mature one. Looking at him you understood his youth but also the characteristics of a man. He was popular, as always, but didn't talk much.
Tanya is a beautiful girl. Blessed with good genes, nice hair, skin, body and athletic type. She knew her physical strong points but she had them combined with a good mind. Tanya is not a bimbo and I...almost wish she was. I told you they are a perfect much. Both beautiful and smart and...sexy as hell.
The got paired up during junior year when Tanya moved here from Alaska. Nobody was very surprised but a lot of people, especially the female population – probably not only the students- were disappointed. Edward Cullen never had a "girlfriend" till then. I knew. I was one of them, secretly of course.
"Don't worry about the card. Your mother doesn't need it here. We all know how much she has helped the Library," I told him and took the book checking the bar-code.
All this time I was trying not to look him in the eyes or were his left hand was. I knew were it was. Around Tanya's delicate, thin waist, his long fingers almost grazing her hip. Tanya looked a little...flushed. I couldn't blame her. He was hot as fire.
"Is there something else Esme would like to get?" I asked, trying to distract myself and stop looking like a miserable virgin.
"No, that is all for my mother, Tanya do you want anything? He asked the girl with a low...seductive tone.
"No, nothing from here anyway," she answered, looking straight at me.
"Okay, thank you Bella, good night," he said and turned to leave, playfully pushing Tanya in front him.
"Good night Bella, enjoy your weekend," I heard her saying as they were reaching the door.
"Good night to you too," I replied and finished buttoning my coat.
"I'm sure you will both have a nice weekend... especially a nice Friday night," I mumbled.
Bitterness had started running through my system. The mix with frustration could become explosive.
Two different smells were left inside the room after their departure. An expensive female perfume and a less artificial, more natural smell, like soap and clean clothes. That was Edward's smell. I was studying it for two years.
I wanted to be away from that smell. I quickly turned all the lights off and locked.
Early September nights are usually chilly in Forks. My dry Chevy truck looked very inviting. In about ten minutes I was parking outside my house. While driving, I was thinking about the couple and the smells. I wondered if I was smelling nice. If people recognized me by my smell and if they...liked it.
That night went as usual. So did the weekend. So did the whole next week. The only exception was that I finally got rid of my braces and did some shopping.
It was Thursday and I went to my dentist in Port Angeles. I was waring "them" for five whole years due to an unusual structure of my upper teeth. They had small gaps. They were not THE problem but they could become in the future. My mother insisted I should suffer as a teen and not as a thirty something woman like her. She took them off before her second wedding.
I was so used to them that when I heard the doctor saying "give the pretty lady a mirror dear" to the his assistant, I thought he was talking for someone else.
They were gone, for good. I must have been holding that mirror for ages before Ellen, the assistant, gently took it and told me.
"You are done with them. Now who ever this lucky guy is he will be able to kiss you properly," she told me and winked. Was I so obvious that even a woman who had seen me a total of ten times could tell I had a crush one someone?
"Hmm... How did you assume...I... But I didn't finish my question. Ellen was already smiling with an "believe me I know" look on her face.
"Oh, don't worry dear. I'm older and know better. I hope he will be worthy of you, you are a nice girl Bella," she told me and gave me my papers. I just thanked yer and left. I was feeling relieved.
Not that suddenly the lack of braces would make the world look at me differently in a day, but it was a kind of progress. Renee would be thrilled, she had already send me some cash to celebrate the "event".
So, Bella Swan tried to go shopping. It was worst than the braces situation. I didn't know even the right numbers. I was ready to "abandon the ship" when a small girl approached me. She looked my age.
"Hi, I'm Alice and I just want to say that blue is definitely your color," she said and started bringing lots of blue things in front of me. Finally she told me she was working there for the summer, convinced me to try lots of dresses, shirts and jeans and I left with three bags and a 200 dollar bill in my wallet. She was the first person who had given me so much attention since I left Phoenix.
Monday was the first day of my senior year. I was up early as usual. After showering and eating breakfast with Charlie I left for school.
My program was about the usual senior courses plus the paper. This year I expected to have more authorities... if they would let me.
After the sixth period we had a meeting were this year's chief editor and the head of the design team would be announced. I was a candidate for the first but I knew I wouldn't get it. I was not popular...enough. The teachers usually didn't even remembered how I looked. Let's be honest. Things like that were important.
My suspicions were correct. I would still write my usual articles about new books and the news. Edward would be the head of the design team and to not my surprise, Tanya would be the chief editor. I told you, a perfect match. I was the first one to leave the room.
My tears belonged to me and I didn't want to share them with anyone else. I got in my truck and thew my head on the will. I had left it away from the other cars in the lot. It was old, and ugly and noisy. No need to hear their comments every morning.
I cried. A lot. I could suffer the coldness, the loneliness, even the tasteless comments about my clothes and my car, but I just couldn't stand this kind of rejection. I had worked so hard for that position. It would be perfect for my scholarship applications to colleges. Then I would just leave and they would forget about me. Was that much to ask?
I was feeling so... bad, I hardly heard someone knocking on my window.
With watery eyes and possibly a red nose, I slowly turned my head left and through the mess of my hair, I saw him looking directly at me with a very serious gaze.
I wanted to turn to dust. Of all the people it had to be him, the last person I would want to see me in that state. The worst thing was that I was positive he already knew why I was crying.
Edward Cullen
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