Return To Sender.pdf

Return To Sender

By Melissa228

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4699388/1/

Chapter 1: All Shook Up

Bella’s POV:

Sigh. I am so sick of this.

“Do you think you can possibly BREATHE any louder?” I shouted at Mike.

Mike Newton stared at me, mouth half open, with his best “duh” look on. It isn’t

as if we haven’t sat next to each other for half the year and it is not as if I

haven’t had to tell him daily to close his mouth. If he would quit ogling me, his

rank breath wouldn’t make me so nauseous or his awake snoring wouldn’t piss

me off so bad.

“No, seriously because if you continue to breath all over me with that god damn

nasal shit, I am going to punch you in the mouth.” I stood up and started to walk

out of Biology.

Mr. Banner looked up at me and started to say something but I cut him off,

“Cramps.” That is all us girls have to say to turn any male into a jittery little

bitch.

He nodded and I kept on walking.

I got to the hallway and drew in a deep breath…..released. It was just one of

those days and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I decided that I needed a few

minutes to just chill. With the halls quiet, I started to walk.

The day started as shit. I slipped and fell on my way into school and got the

complete left side of my body muddy. Normally this would embarrass anyone but

me, and everyone else around me, is so used to my clumsiness that it is second

nature. It still didn’t stop people from laughing and as I was trying to gracefully

get up and failing, Edward Cullen appeared with that smart-ass crooked smile of

his.

“Ah...always flat on your back Swan...such a lady,” He chuckled, shaking his

head.

I scowled at him and gave him my middle finger. Asshole. Rich, pretty boy

asshole.

Mr. Edward Cullen walked around as God’s freaking gift to the world. Do not get

me wrong, the guy was fucking hotter than anything else around here was; tall,

built, bronze colored messy hair that hung just right and some green eyes that

just made girls cream. The problem was he knew this. The girls fawned all over

him and he used that to his advantage. In fact, I think I am one of the few that

hasn’t been all over his dick.

“Oh for shit sake Bella...are you ok?” said Jasper coming up behind me. He

reached his arms under mine and helped me up.

Jasper was an awesome guy. Not only because he was dating my best friend,

Alice but because he still had a bit of chivalry in him. However, chivalry still had

its moments. Alice and Jasper had been busted three times this year in various

parts of school enjoying each other. Alice came hopping over, completely in her

own fairy dust world.

“Fine,” I said as I was picking chunks of mud out of my hair. Perfect. Just fucking

perfect.

“Do you still keep that extra pair of jeans in your locker? You know, for

accidents….like this?” Alice asked.

She looked at me with those big eyes and short wild hair and it was impossible

not to love her. We had been friends since the day I started school here in Forks

two years ago. She took me under her wings, showed me the way and has had

my back ever since.

“Yeah, I still have the jeans. I guess I need them today, huh?” I sighed. A stifled

giggle was erupting next to me.

“I’d say so. Jesus, how hard is it to walk Bella?” It was Emmett. My big ole’ friend

Emmett. The guy was huge and thus made every kid in school nervous just by

looking at him.

“Though, I do find something so very erotic about seeing you covered in mud.

Mmm…Hey, did you guys ever see that porno, Lesbian Mud Wrestlers with

Attitude?”

Yup. That was Emmett. Eternally horny. If his never-ending hard on didn’t get

girls attention, it would be his endless monologue of everything to do with sex.

He was my friend and although he would never stop trying to get in my pants, I

knew it was all in good fun.

As I walked to my locker, I got a few murmurs about my attire. When Jessica

Stanley stopped and looked at me up and down I had to say something. I just

wasn’t in the mood to deal with her bullshit. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Not much. It just isn’t every day that you see trash

covered in so much mud.”

“Jessica, don’t you have a dick to suck on the football team or a new eating

disorder to discover?” I asked.

“Whatever Bella,” she said, tossing her hair and walking past me. Two of her

disciples followed.

I got to my locker, got the extra jeans and went to change. I felt exhausted

already and school hadn’t even started. I walked to the bathroom and as I

entered, I saw Rosalie standing in front of the mirror, applying her lipstick. Why

did she have to look so fucking perfect all the time?

She stood tall and slim with her long blonde hair hanging in perfect waves. Her

tight jeans were matched with a fitted white sweater. The v-neck hitting just

above her cleavage, her breasts pushed up just enough. Although her tits were

manufactured, it didn’t matter…she was stunning. I mean, did she ever go to

sleep at night? Because the way I figure it, she must stay up half the night

exfoliating, moisturizing and other shit like that to look so Barbie-like. She looked

at me in the reflection in the mirror and sighed.

“Bella.”

“Rosalie.”

Yeah, that was about the extent of our relationship. Rosalie had a hard, bitchy

way about her. I rarely see her be pleasant to anyone, well, except when she

knows Emmett has some blow to share. That was just her way. She never took to

liking me much in the last two years but she had known the others since they

were little.

They all grew up together. She didn’t like interference in her little group and that

is how she viewed me. In fact, I think I heard her say to Alice a few weeks after I

arrived that I should take my skinny white trash ass back to Phoenix. Nice. So,

with that we kept our distance from each other but exchanged a word or two

when needed.

I quickly changed my jeans, hurried back to my locker, got my stuff and headed

off to class. That was how my day started. In between the morning debacle and

Biology, I had managed to drop and break my iPod, misplace my Algebra

homework and shoot diet soda out of my nose. Emmett came up behind me at

lunch and licked the back of my neck...just as I was taking a sip. It scared the

ever-loving shit out of me. I know classy right.

The thrust that broke my cherry was Newton and his breathing, literally, down

my neck. The kid hadn’t taken any somewhat subtle or otherwise blatant hint in

years.

I walked slowly and took a few deep breaths, reminding myself that I just had

one more class to go for the day. One more class then I could go home, put on

my favorite yoga pants, crawl into bed and read. It was at this point that I knew I

needed to get back. Biology was almost over and I needed to get my things.

Turning back around, I walked, lightly running my fingers over the lockers as I

went. It is strange that the school could seem so peaceful with the halls empty

but in a matter of moments, the sexual energy and violate minds of American

teens could suck the life out of it. Oh, make no mistake about it I was no angel.

There was much of my history that no one, not even Alice, knew about in Forks.

It was best that way and part of the reason for being here, besides letting my

mom have her life with her new husband, was a free start. I did just that. I

moved in with my dad, Charlie and things seemed…chill and safe for the first time

in a long time. It had little to do with the fact that my dad was chief of police. No,

it had to do with the fact that I left the dark part of myself back in sunny Phoenix.

Now it was all but forgotten.

Almost back to class, my finger caught on one of the lockers I had been running

my hand over. Huh? It opened a bit…someone must not have closed it all the

way. I went to close it but just as I did, the locker caught on the bottom,

stopping me. I looked down and there was a white envelope blocking the closure.

I leaned to pick it up and put it back in but when I opened the locker, it was

empty.

Why would someone leave an envelope in an empty locker? Whatever. It isn’t any

of my business. No, none of my business. Nevertheless…I was vaguely curious. I

quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching and flipped the

envelope over. It wasn’t sealed.

Oh please, anyone would look.

Anyone who says it is an invasion of privacy or some shit like that are fucking

liars. I flipped open the envelope and pulled out a folded white piece of paper. I

opened it. It was hand written, neatly and carefully. I began reading.

“Oh my fucking shit!” I shouted.

My hand flew over my mouth and I felt tears starting to heat my eyes. My heart

was pounding out of my chest and as I looked once more to make sure no one

was around; I took the letter, shoved it in my pocket and ran to get back to class.

Chapter 2: Suspicious Minds

Bella's POV:

The rest of school was a blur. After I ran back to get my backpack and things

from Biology, I just took off to my next class. I could barely concentrate on what

was happening around me, all I could think about was the letter. The fucking

thing was just burning a hole in my pocket.

Shit, I don’t know why I took it. I mean, it obviously was not meant for me. Or

was it? No, of course not. That letter could have been for any other girl here. All I

knew was I had to get the hell out of there before someone saw me and I had to

take the letter with me. I had to be able to read it again when I was out of there

and back at home. Then I would try to figure out what to do.

What I don’t understand is why it was in an empty locker? Why didn’t it have

anyone’s name on it? Or why didn’t anyone sign it?

When I got home, the house was quiet. Charlie, my dad, wasn’t due home for a

while so I just went up to my room. I dug through the clothes scattered on my

floor until I found my comfortable, grey yoga pants and black tank top. I changed

out of my school clothes and plopped down on the bed. I closed my eyes and

replayed the day in my head.

Shit.

What the hell kind of day was this? Maybe a retrograde was going on or some

shit like that. I leaned over the side of my bed and grabbed the jeans I wore

earlier. Searching through the pockets, I found the envelope. I pulled the paper

out and unfolded it in slow and precise movements. Before I started, I reminded

myself to take it slow, to read each word as written. No one was home but me

and I could take all the time I needed.

Amore Mio,

It’s as if I only have this one chance to tell you how I feel before it is too late. I

have watched you and the pain that it is causing not being near you is making my

life unbearable.

You are so stunningly beautiful, absolute perfection. I lie awake night after night,

playing every one of my fantasies over in my mind. Some as simple as holding

your hand, telling you how I feel and wrapping my arms around you. Other times

I think about being with you in every way a man and woman should; kissing you

all over, making love to you and having you scream my name in ecstasy.

I wish you could see me…see deep inside me, past all the bullshit...but...I have

no reason to think that you would share the same feelings.

I see you and I adore every bit of you that God created. He sought perfection in

his creation of you. You are in my soul, my heart, my every breath…and you

don’t even know it.

All my love.

Holy shit.

I laid there in my bed and read it repeatedly. It was the most exquisite thing I

ever laid my eyes on. No classic I had ever read, no poetry, not any written word

compared to the beauty of the letter.

Someone, a man, wrote this for the woman he was in love with. It was filled with

so much pain and passion…so much longing and so much sadness. I took a deep

breath and felt a pang in my chest. I felt it too, everything that he was

describing. I felt it run through me and I shivered. Then the realization set in;

this letter was a private exchange between two people. The person, I am sure,

agonized over it, pouring every sensation and word into it.

These thoughts were meant for only one set of eyes to see and it wasn’t mine. I

stumbled upon the letter and instead of walking away, I intruded and read it. It

wasn’t any of my damn business. What if the girl was told to get the letter from

that locker? What if the guy left it there so no one would find it? It could have

been any number of scenarios. That did not include Bella Swan, walking down the

empty hallway, fondling the lockers and being a nosey little bitch by taking

something that was not hers.

Shit. Now what the hell do I do?

I went downstairs to start dinner for Charlie and myself. I needed a distraction

from thinking about the letter. Once home, Charlie and I ate and things were

even more quiet than usual. I cleaned up and told Charlie I was going to do

homework before turning in early. Truth be told, I could not stop thinking about

everything. No matter how hard I tried.

I did just what I said I would. Homework, a long hot shower and climbed into my

bed. I was an idiot to think that sleep would come to me easily. I ran through

things in my mind and the only thing I could figure was that I HAD to put the

letter back in the locker. I would write a short note myself, apologizing for taking

it and leave it at that. No one would know it was me who took it and the two

parties involved could continue on their way.

I know the writer would be pissed as hell that someone read his private thoughts

but…well; he left it there for anyone to read, really. Plus, I am putting it back and

apologizing. There. Done.

Once I had made peace with things, I felt myself relax and eventually slipped into

a deep sleep. I dreamt.

In my dream, a dream I had so often, I was slowly walking, barefoot in a long,

white gauze dress across a beautiful field of wildflowers. The sun was warm on

me and the breeze was blowing my hair gently. The ground was soft beneath me,

almost like sand. I stop and inhale. I smelled all the lovely scents around me,

sweetness, lemon, lavender and lily of the valley. I felt peace. I felt safety. I felt

me.

I continued walking and finding an open spot, I laid down, stretching myself from

limb to limb. I closed my eyes. I felt myself drift into a tranquil state. I don’t

know whether I fell asleep or if I was in meditation but I slowly became aware of

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