Come lunch, Edward smoothly slides into the empty seat on Alice's left side. The putrid smell of cafeteria food mixes idly with the citrus scent of Alice's favorite hair gel. Even Forks's sleet and snow can't prevent Alice from exercising her fashion whims.
Edward twitches as the sweet smell that naturally emanates from the granite skin of all vampires strengthens when Alice leans in close to whisper something in his ear.
It's a pointless, human gesture from a life Alice can never remember, and one Edward sometimes wishes he could forget. Edward would usually prefer to dispense with the formalities and just view her visions through her thoughts, but there's a certain stubborn look in her eye and she won't stop reciting the Persian alphabet backwards.
"How was class?" She gives him a mega-watt smile and Edward sees at least three different Forks students melt in his peripheral vision at her radiance.
"Stop playing games, Alice. What did you see?"
She rolls her eyes, but doesn't lose the mega-watt smile despite Edward's growing annoyance.
"Don't you worry about it. You'll figure it out soon anyway." She grins and motions toward the cafeteria entrance with her head, in a tiny motion imperceptible to any humans.
Edward hears her before he sees her. Jessica Stanley, throwing her head back in a round of uproarious laughter, follows Angelica Weber into the room. The doors slam shut behind them, but she doesn't seem to notice.
Edward growls low in his throat. He still remembers the comment she made during class. Edward had already written Jessica off as one of many who have fallen for the good looks his vampirism had blessed him with, in exchange for his soul. The comment on his inhumanity came out of the blue.
It almost felt like betrayal, if such a word could be applied to his situation.
Jasper bites his tongue at the sudden shift in Edward's mood. The black storm cloud that usually hangs over his brother's head seems to double in size and strength, adding to it a gale of wind and an impending hurricane.
"What about her? Alice you need to tell me if it's something important."
Alice grins unrepentantly and waves at Emmett and Rosalie as they exit the lunch line with their trays in hand.
"Why don't you just go and talk to her yourself to find out?" Alice has moved on to reciting outdated botanical techniques from a book in Carlisle's library; it was printed in the 1930s.
Edward groans in disgust and takes a bite of the tip of his pizza.
It tastes like dirt.
He groans again, and vows never to do that when Emmett begins laughing at the look on his face.
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me? an update schedule? hahaha.
tbh i will try update this more often as reading ur reviews and not writing makes me feel guilty as hell. turns out that's a great motivator. thanks for reading and favoriting and reviewing and following. ur all amazing.
also fun fact: i wrote the first chapter of this fic at 3am with no plans for anything more than a oneshot. plot is hard. anyone have any suggestions?