milliways_bar [OOM]
Bella didn't get it. She kept replaying the day's events over and over in her head in an attempt to make them fit.
Edward Cullen is staring at you.
Tell me something I don't know, she'd wanted to say, but to Jessica and the rest of the sane world there was no way she could've predicted anything about Edward Cullen because she hadn't seen him in a entire week. And if he'd been staring at her, well, that gave him something in common with every other boy in this stupid town. The novelty of the new girl hadn't quite worn off for most of them.
She'd spent all of Biology trying to figure out if there was any remotely possible way that any of those weird dreams or whatever they'd been had been real, but there was no good way to work Hey, have you been to any weird bars lately? into casual conversation.
H-how do you know my name?
She'd tried for subtle, only to be rebuffed by the most obvious of answers.
Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive.
Of course.
Of course there wasn't any stupid bar at the end of the universe, and of course Edward Cullen hadn't been holding some kind of weird grudge against her. He'd probably just been coming down with something last week. Maybe that explained the eyes -- maybe they'd just looked darker because he was tired, or something.
Whatever the explanation, she doubted it involved the kind of personality transplant that would've been necessary to explain the discrepancy between the Edward who had been polite, even seemingly interested in conversation, with the one who'd been unable to utter two words to her that weren't some variation on "go away." The only explanation was that one of the two didn't exist, and since there were reliable witnesses to her Biology class conversation, she was guessing the other one was the figment.
Which was pretty embarrassing, honestly -- it was one thing to dream up some fantastical place inside one's head, but to randomly place some guy you'd met all of once in it and cast him as your mysterious archnemesis? Lame. Super-lame, even.
It was a darn good thing that Edward guy couldn't read minds.
Edward Cullen is staring at you.
Tell me something I don't know, she'd wanted to say, but to Jessica and the rest of the sane world there was no way she could've predicted anything about Edward Cullen because she hadn't seen him in a entire week. And if he'd been staring at her, well, that gave him something in common with every other boy in this stupid town. The novelty of the new girl hadn't quite worn off for most of them.
She'd spent all of Biology trying to figure out if there was any remotely possible way that any of those weird dreams or whatever they'd been had been real, but there was no good way to work Hey, have you been to any weird bars lately? into casual conversation.
H-how do you know my name?
She'd tried for subtle, only to be rebuffed by the most obvious of answers.
Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive.
Of course.
Of course there wasn't any stupid bar at the end of the universe, and of course Edward Cullen hadn't been holding some kind of weird grudge against her. He'd probably just been coming down with something last week. Maybe that explained the eyes -- maybe they'd just looked darker because he was tired, or something.
Whatever the explanation, she doubted it involved the kind of personality transplant that would've been necessary to explain the discrepancy between the Edward who had been polite, even seemingly interested in conversation, with the one who'd been unable to utter two words to her that weren't some variation on "go away." The only explanation was that one of the two didn't exist, and since there were reliable witnesses to her Biology class conversation, she was guessing the other one was the figment.
Which was pretty embarrassing, honestly -- it was one thing to dream up some fantastical place inside one's head, but to randomly place some guy you'd met all of once in it and cast him as your mysterious archnemesis? Lame. Super-lame, even.
It was a darn good thing that Edward guy couldn't read minds.