"That's Edward." Jessica Stanley stated, matter-of-factly, "He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date." Well, apart from that one time… She added mentally. "Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him."
Jessica clearly was still a case of sour grapes. I thought back not so long ago to the time when I tried, ever so unsuccessfully, to turn her down…
It was the end of last year, a school day, not too far away from the dreaded tradition of Prom. Eager to not be left in the 'rejects' pile, Jessica was planning on getting in early on the competition before all the good guys were snatched away. Considering I was completely unavailable, I was her target. Perfect.
Jessica whipped out her makeup compact, applying and reapplying gloss to her already glossed lips, purposely in my line of vision. She jumped up from her chair so fast it clattered to the ground. Mike Newton laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough. Prancing across the cafeteria, she made a beeline towards our table, the loner table. This will be so embarrassing if I get turned down! She thought, Oh well, worth a try.
"Hi Edward. How you're doing?" Oh God, this better be one of his good days.
Emmett was in silent hysterics, his thoughts were barely decipherable. Alice glared down the over-confident lass.
"Fine thank you, Jessica." I replied sternly.
Shit. Now what? Um… ease into the topic, but casually. "I got my navel pierced last weekend."
Very casual. "That's interesting, Jessica. Was there something you'd like from me? A tutor in Spanish?"
Something I'd like from him, hey? Well, I don't mind if I do-
"Or Math?" I interjected hastily, desperate to block out her vile thoughts.
"Wow, you really are something, aren't you, Edward? Such a gentleman. But how would you know whether I needed a tutor? Have you been following me around in school?" Oh, I wish!
Yes, Jessica, you wish.
"Edward, could I have a word with you outside?" Rosalie asked, no, pleaded. Alone, she added.
I followed Rosalie out into the icy weather, watching her long locks shimmy. The luscious green trees in the distance had formed a large white blanket over themselves.
"Just in case my husband's thoughts have been overpowering that little…" She struggled to find a filthy word to use, "ones, I'll try to make you understand what sort of trap you've fallen into. It's so obvious!" Rosalie wailed, "She's trying to ask you out, so you'll see what's so… alluring," she shuddered, "about her and ask her to Prom."
Emmett came bustling into the now overcrowded area outside the cafeteria. "Go with it, bro. It could be fun. Show her your fangs!"
"We don't have fangs." I replied.
"Please be sensible, Edward. If you're going to follow through with this, you need to be on your best behaviour and not give anything away."
"Yeah, leave the fangs behind." Emmett added.
We'll see.
The three of us returned to our table to find Alice's nose scrunched up. Anyone who new that girl well understood that there were only two possible reasons for her expression; it was either a lovely human stench or an utter distaste in one's dressing ability. Now, though, it was the latter, and Jasper couldn't bear to imagine another afternoon spent shopping for a completely dire teenager.
"I'm so glad you're back!" Jessica gushed. Now, make a scene! Shoulders back, loud voice, everyone's listening. "I had something to ask you!"
"The atomic number of hydrogen?" I asked. What's that? Jessica mused.
"What 1 plus 1 is?" Emmett goofed. Idiot.
"Where you can find a pair of Tony Bianco pumps?" Now, that's a good question.
"Why the chicken crossed the road?" Emmett added.
"To get to the other side!" Jasper cheered. Assholes.
"No! Edward, what are you doing Saturday night?" Jessica blurted out, impatient.
Just give her a rational response, Edward. Rosalie warned.
"I haven't planned anything as yet."
"Good." Great. "Then don't. Why don't we go to La Bella Italia in Port Angeles? Say 8 o'clock?"
"That's fine."
Ha! I'll show you, Angela Weber. Now, what am I going to wear?
My mind was racing overtime. Shaking myself back to the present, I noticed a small, dark haired girl sitting next to Jessica. Bella, I heard someone call her. She was so beautiful, like a living doll. Bella was talking to her new friend, but her attention had been captured elsewhere. Somehow, as a delayed reaction, I was blushing underneath my rock hard façade when I realized that I was where her mind was at. No, not another girl to disappoint. And this one really grabbed my attention. Better divert my mind elsewhere. Oh yes, the date at La Bella Italia…
Jessica Stanley liked to babble. A lot.
"Wow, your car is like, so… shiny! And you're an excellent driver." Although, a bit fast, but I guess the speed turns me on.
Jess giggled at her own thoughts. If only she knew they were not private… that would shut her up at last!
"I bet it must cost you a lot to keep your Volvo looking so fabulous." And a hell of a lot of dosh for car insurance!
Or maybe only keep her quiet for a week.
"Oh wow, we're here already! I just love this restaurant. They make the best food. The staff here are all really friendly." And pretty. Oh bugger, I'll have to make sure they know that Cullen's with me.
"I'm sure they'll know, Jessica." Oops. She was too distracted to notice my slipup.
We walked inside, greeted by a wafting aroma of parmesan and olives. Ew.
Yum! "They have the best feta cheese here." Jessica cooed. "They don't have it, like, totally rock hard and cold and disgusting."
Hard and cold?
"You can't even bite into that stuff when it's like that!"
"Probably not."
A waitress approached Jessica and I at the doorway. Her fringe was matted to her forehead, sweat perspiring off her face and seeping into my throat. Delicious.
"A table for two?" Two nods. "Right this way." Emily, the nametag read, kept flashing glances at the two of us. What a catch! Bet he doesn't know what's good for him, out with this little slut. He'd be better off with me. I'd know what to do with him…
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