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Chapter 7
BPOV
You walked in that cafeteria, and the first thing that came to my mind was the smell of flowers in the spring. That tick, signalling the change in season, when you inhale deeply and the air is not that cold, and you smell the first blossoms.
I remember spring in Forks, where life literally explodes. It's a demanding presence; demanding of air, space, water; nurturing. The leaves explode on trees with flowers, and the colours, the beautiful colours of the flowers, of the earth as it is resuscitated from its hibernation.
How many times had Charlie found me in the woods, and I shushed him saying that the faeries would hear us and we would stop their spring dance, and the flowers and trees would stop growing.
Silly me. Your eyes inquisitive, as to who I was and where I came from, as if I already wasn't front page in Forks High news, as well as the whole town. But you get lost in your thoughts and reality, like myself, isn't one of the most appealing items on your daily agenda.
I noticed that you had to turn around from me for you to take a breath. Why? I thought while Jessica's incessant babbling continued in my vicinity.
"Who's he?" I tried to feign indifference in vain. My eyes were locked with his lean form.
The spike haired girl from his table suddenly snapped her head and looked at me, narrowing her eyes. I looked away startled. I saw his lip twitch as he kept looking away. But I had the weird feeling he was eavesdropping in the conversation even though their table was all the way across the cafeteria.
Jessica went to eagerly explain how his untouchable Highness, Edward Cullen, was as elusive and slippery as an eel.
What are you? I asked him in my mind as my eyes hesitantly turned to take him in.