And so, for the next few weeks, when we aren't on the bus together, we're dropping texts.

It's fun and mysterious and I must say that I am happier than I ever have been.

Alice and Jasper are wondering what the fuck is going on and I don't blame them.

I don't even fucking recognize myself anymore.

I pick up my phone as I walk into my bedroom, closing the door.

Hello Bella.

Whatcha want Hoody?

I swear I can hear his laugh from here.

Talk to me, beautiful

I frown.

Don't call me that.

My phone beeps and I sigh as I look at the message.

Why?

'Cause I'm not beautiful.

I'm plain.

Chocolate brown eyes, hair of the same colour, full lips, pale skin.

That's not beautiful.

And besides, I've never been wanted.

I swallow as my mind goes to a painful – for a whole other reason – memory.


Don't worry... next time, you get the memory.

Though I'm sure u don't want it.

:(

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