Edward Cullen was now my stalker.
He frowned at me for that thought, across the cafeteria. I figured that he didn't bother to tell the rest of his family I knew, mainly because the rest of the Cullens hardly bothered to give me a second glance. So either Edward was really stupid, or he didn't want to worry them.
We were making direct eye contact, only interrupted by another high schooler walking in between us. We were sat on total opposites of the cafeteria, too, so that meant that Edward's mind reading went as far as his hearing.
He'd follow me through the hallways, as if creeping after me to make sure I didn't snitch, and would stand beside his expensive Volvo and watch as I got into Abigail's car. I made sure not to think anymore about how I knew.
I thought about anything but how I knew, or the future. Anything. I recited bad poetry, attempted to fine tune my mock accents, and had a heated debate with myself over the existence of aliens.
Edward Cullen did not let up. He never directly talked to me, but he stared. So, I started to stare back.