…And I realize…
He finds me at my locker on Friday.
"Get the truck fixed, yet?" he asks, leaning effortlessly against the metal lockers. His eyes capture my own, and I feel like a bird caught by a snake's stare.
Edward reminds me far too much of a snake. His lazy movements and dangerous allure. But like the bird, I am too entranced in his gaze to care about the danger.
"Should be all better by Monday."
"Do you need a ride home?" he asks. His tone is perfectly nonchalant. I'm sure I could tell him to go to hell, and he would only offer a lazy smile before sauntering away. It frustrates me. I want his heart to speed up and his face to warm. I want his words to come out broken and too fast. I want him to feel exactly as I do.
"Sure."
I catch the slighted growth of his eyes. He wasn't expecting me to say yes, but I don't want to fall into his expectations anymore.
Edward Cullen is showing interest in me.
Me.
The mousy police chief's daughter and I want to take advantage of it.