I went three days in high school with no incidents. Three days.
"How do you know?"
Edward Cullen had cornered me in the women's bathroom. Weird. No respect for women's boundaries, obviously. You'd expect someone from the 1900s to not drag barely teenage girls into bathrooms to interrogate.
He was reading my mind, obviously. His facial features perfectly display his reactions to my buzzing thoughts. Oh, there. He just attempted to pull a blank fade.
He didn't seem vicious or blood thirsty or anything. Which I figured was a good thing. Maybe out of character for him, were my thoughts really that unthreatening?
"Know what?" I decided to play dumb.
Wait. It wouldn't work, he could read my mind.
"I know nothing."
…He knows that's not true. Idiot. Something else.
"How about the truth?"
Ugh. Not that, why would I tell the truth? How would that sound? Haha, yeah, I read about this in a book.
"In a book?"
No. "No." I didn't need to say that out-loud.
"What book?"
Stop reading my mind.
"No."
Creep. Why do you like reading young girls' minds, hm? You're like 120 at this point! I'm fourteen. Physically.
"Physically?"
"No. You didn't hear that." How do you turn off an internal monologue? I wish I had an iPhone. "I'm not answering any more questions. Or I'll… tell my sister you're… being weird?"
Edward obviously did not care. I wouldn't either. Abigail was five foot and like 110 pounds soaking wet. And she talked like a valley girl. He'd probably also heard her thoughts about Jasper at least once, since they were in the same grade and everything.
"I have."
Gross.
So, Edward doesn't care. Or he does, but he doesn't see me as a threat. Probably because he can hear my thoughts and knows that I was going to do nothing. The rest of his family can't hear my thoughts, and don't know this. So I'm assuming he's the first round before they let Rosalie or Jasper at me. I would have preferred Alice.
Or Emmett. At least he's funny.
Edward seemed to disagree. Probably because he had a stick up his ass. Get a sense of humor, Eddie.
"Don't call me that."
Get a sense of privacy, Eddie.
Edward looked ready to respond, but instead he straightened up, eyes darting to the door. He huffed — purely for dramatics, I knew he didn't breathe — and shuffled himself gracefully into a bathroom stall.
"Okay… what are you doing?"
He didn't answer my question. The bathroom door being pushed open did. A gaggle of girls the grade ahead of me were having a lovely conversation, leaving Edward Cullen trapped in the bathroom stall.
I made sure to laugh loudly in my head as I left.
