It was strange to be back. After two years I was sort of hoping never to see the place again. I guess that's what happens when you let yourself hope.
"Bella!" a voice screamed.
"What?!" I unlatched the window just as a small handful of pebbles were thrown full force at my head. "Gah!" I stuck my head out the window, probably not the best idea after the rocks, and went "What is your—oh."
Alice Cullen was standing on the lawn three stories down with her hands on her hips, her brother, Emmett Cullen, behind her ready to lob more rocks into my room. "Bella!" she calls out. "He's back!" No, no, no. She must've seen the expression on my face because she dashed into the house calling "Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen you will get down here and you will talk to him!"
Actually Alice, I was thinking more along the lines of climbing out the window and running for my life. Because the last person I want to see right now is him.
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I frantically threw all the various articles of clothing I had unpacked into the suitcase on my bed. I had red shirt, a white lacy thing (skirt, maybe?), tailored black pants, an old T-shirt, some weird blue thing, a scarf or two, and a jewelry box in my hand when my door swung open. I screamed. Everything I held fell to the floor.
Alice was standing there looking angry as… well, something really angry. All four feet ten inches of her was blocking my door out of pure fury, her spiky black hair standing up on edge. She looked ready to kill. "Bella Swan! You did not come all the way here to flake out the way you did before especially not when this time we all really, really need you!!"
I sank to the floor beneath my bed and my fingers found the fabric of the silky red blouse. "I guess not," I mumbled.
"Now come over here and let me fix your hair. We've got an engagement to break."