"Edward!" I walked faster, and the demon with the fucking camera followed. My car came into sight, and I made a dash for it. I pressed the unlock button on my keys, pulled open the driver-side door and slid inside in one smooth move.
A white flash went off out side the back window and I took a deep breath to calm myself. My temper had been flaring up a lot more lately, and to be honest, I was like a ticking time bomb. Anything could set me off, and the fact that cameras are following me everywhere I go meant that when I did loose it, everyone in America was going to be watching it on they're fucking TVs. I started the car and drove to my favorite coffee place in New York.
I stepped out of my car and kept my head down so no one could see my face. And that's probably the reason I didn't see the most beautiful woman in the world rushing out of Mimi's. Her small body ran right into mine and I reached out to steady her as an automatic reaction, and when I looked at her, all of my breath left my body in a gush. It was like time had slowed down to allow me to study her angelic features.
She had long dark brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, which allowed me to see her face better. She had pale, smooth skin, large intelligent brown eyes, a cute little nose, and pink, full, kissable lips.
I found myself leaning in without actually telling my body to do so, but time decided it would speed back up and the beautiful stranger straightened herself and rushed off, yelling her apologizes to me over her shoulder.
What the fuck just happened? Was I the only one that felt that? Did she not feel the overpowering attraction? I knew it was vain, but why didn't she react to who I was? I usually got some reaction, whether it's good or bad, they usually stop to ask for an autograph, or to tell me how much they love, or sometimes, how much they hate me. I was a celebrity, and people usually reacted in someway to people who have been on TV.
I walked into the cozy caf and took my usual seat by the window. About a minute later, a young girl with blond hair and dark roots came up to my table to take my order. She smiled at me, but then scowled at the floor.
"Bella left her damn had again." She said while picking up a green hat with Mimi's written across the front. I couldn't help but wonder if Bella was perhaps the beautiful girl I had run into earlier; she was wearing the same uniform as the waitress, just without the hat.
"Excuse me sir, I'll be right back." As she walked off, I realized that she had not reacted to who I was either. What on earth was going on? Did they train their staff to no act star struck? I lifted my hand to run it through my hair, and then remembered I still had my hood up and my glasses on. You could barely see my face. I felt the back of my neck heat up with embarrassment as I removed my sunglasses and let my hood fall back.
The waitress, I was guessing her name was Lauren from what her nametag said, rushed back to me, but stopped dead in her tracks.
"OH MY FRIGGIN GOD!! IT'S EDWARD CULLEN!" Everyone turned to see if she was telling the truth. Everybody was murmuring, and pointing at me like I was a different species and a couple in "I love New York" t-shirts came tripping over to ask for an autograph. The waitress, Lauren, practically shoved them to the ground as she came to take my order.
"Hi Mister Edward Cullen, I'm Lauren, and I'm a huge fan of yours Mister Cullen, what can I get for you Mister Cullen, you can have anything you want Mister-" I cut her off before she could say "Mister Cullen" one more time.
"Coffee and a blueberry muffin please. That's all," I added when she didn't move and continued to stair at me with big eyes. She turned an unpleasant shade of red as she went to fetch my order.
As soon as she left, I let my mind wonder back to the angel that might be called Bella. Bella, I thought. It suited her perfectly. I couldn't get over the instant obsession I had with her. Many people had run into me, and I never thought twice about it. But the only explanation I could come up with was love at first sight. I believed in it, only because I had witnessed in first hand between my sister and her husband, Jasper.
She was my "date" for some Hollywood party and as soon as we walked in the door, she looked right at Jasper, and they were drawn to each other like a magnet. It was an amazing thing to witness. The only difference between Bella and me was that it was one sided. When Jasper and Alice met, he was instantly just as infatuated with her as she was with him.
Maybe she didn't feel it because she only glanced briefly at me, or because she couldn't really see my face. But she must have felt that spark, right? Ugh, I was giving myself a headache over a stranger.
Lauren came back and set my coffee down in front of me along with my muffin and the check. I gave her my credit card, hoping she would leave. I thought a lot better without someone staring right at me.
As I left Mimi's I came to the very pathetic conclusion that I was going to call Demetri, the best privet detective in New York. I felt like a huge stalker, but this was the only way I could find out more about if the beautiful girl, who I had been calling Bella. And to be honest, the very thought of finding the one I was meant to be with exited me. I was so alone. I had no real friends, and the only people I talked to where my family members and there spouses. Actually, the only people I talked to in my family were Alice, Jasper, my agent Esme, and maybe my dad, but I usually only called him if I had a medical question to ask. I haven't had a real conversation with my mother since I got my first major role as a vampire in the teen movie, Twilight. I don't even know where Emmett and Rosalie are.
I drove home, and took another calming breath on my way to my apartment as a camera went off, temporally blinding me. Sometimes, I really hated my job.