Edward Cullen was an arrogant cunt. He thought he was the king and school was his kingdom, and he had the biggest ego ever. So big he filled the entire room, even when he wasn't there. All you could hear were the girls talking about him or his hair or his muscular body. "Have you seen him? Edward Cullen did this." Or "Have you heard it yet? Edward Cullen flirted with that girl." No wonder Edward Cullen flirted. He always flirted. He was the most famous guy in the whole fucking school and only flirted with the most beautiful girls, which basically were the tanned cheerleaders with legs going all the way up to the end of the universe. He didn't flirt with the nobodies. And since he never flirted with me, that made me a nobody.
I've known Edward Cullen for a really long time. We have been sitting in each other's class since… forever basically. We had been friends and we still talk sometime. And argue. A lot. We just never have been really close. He wasn't really important for me anyway.
I didn't particularly hate on Edward Cullen, I just didn't really like him. So, why was it that I couldn't keep my eyes off him?