Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns these characters. I don't.
It's unlikely to know what people are thinking. Sometimes it's their body language that gives them away, or an expression that is undoubtedly legible.
But it begs to differ when you're searching for something and there is nothing to be received. I had searched for an expression but it was vacant. I had searched for a flighty movement of the body but it was still. I had searched for a gasp of breath or a squint of the eye or a sniffle of the nose or acknowledgment in the face but I had received nothing.
Nothing.
Now he stands there looking so pale; it's only until one of our professors gestures him along with the others and they clear the room.
Tables are brought out with food. It's all food that requires silverware and a table to sit at. They don't realize that students want finger food and juice but our school wants to stay classy so we have an hour at our tables dedicated to the appropriate time to eat.
The food is color appropriate with the event but it just makes my stomach curdle. I wait out the hour at a table with my friends, watching them as they watch me not eat the food. We drink the sparkling grape juice though. We drink it a lot. We fill up on it. It makes us feel light.
There is music and dancing and the students wave their hands in the air in a different way than in those abandoned building parties. They laugh a different way and they dance a different way and there is no graffiti on the walls.
The guy with the once football clutched to his chest now has a flower stitched to his pocket. He comes to my table and takes me by the hand. I go along, my toes following his step.
And we twirl. Or rather, he twirls me and I'm spinning and I find myself laughing. Emmett is large and my shoulders barely reach his chest but when he speaks to be he bends down to my ear. He may pose as question mark beside me but he whispers nice things to me and we laugh some more.
Then he's there and he's twirling Victoria.
Then he's sitting at the table with that crooked twist on his lips.
Then he's near the staircase with sparkling grape juice and he's talking with a friend.
He's always near and he's everywhere around me and he's eyeing me now.
He doesn't know it but he makes me feel important.
Only this time I don't want to feel this way.
Not from him.
Not ever.