II. Dali
During English and lunch, Abby had figured out three of Edward's siblings: a gorgeous blonde, a handsome bulky brunette, and a beautiful petite, spiky haired brunette. She wondered if that was all. She had figured out that the bulk-man and the blonde were a couple, never leaving each other's side but isn't that incest? Oh wait, she heard a couple of girls talking about how they're all adopted. A strange bunch they were - they all looked the same but weren't related? Odd.
Abby slowly made her way to lunch and decided she'd spend her lunch and her free period after lunch in the library but first, she wanted some Vitamin water. She was supposed to have Biology II after lunch but Mr. Molina was still away so his first day would be tomorrow. Abby dreaded Biology - dreaded most sciences actually.
She walked into the lunchroom without drawing much attention from her classmates because they were all focused on the newbies of her school, thank God. She could do without the looks.
"Oh, my god, Abby!" Oh no, here comes Queen Bee Lauren. Abby closed her eyes in annoyance before opening them and turning around to face the pretty brunette who had newly made blonde highlights in her hair.
Her sickle sweet voice dripped with pity as she gripped tightly onto Abby's shoulders, "I'm so sorry for your loss! I tried calling you over the summer, but I guess you never got them." Oh, I got them, Abby thought to herself. Suddenly, Lauren grasped her in a bear hug whispering, "It's all gonna' be okay."
Abby patted her back, twice, before muttering out a, "Thanks,"
Lauren pulled away and feigned a sad look, "Are you gonna' come sit with us for lunch today?"
Shit. "Um," Abby drawled, "I can't -"
"She promised me she'd save me a seat." Oh my, god, could this get any worse? Did he have to show up? Really? Abby's head was going to explode when she swiveled around and saw Edward Cullen interrupting Lauren.
"Um," Abby drawled out, once again, but this time with Lauren, who looked at Edward in awe.
Lauren cleared her throat and said, with a flirty smile intact, "Are you sure you don't wanna' bring Abby and join us?"
"I'm sure, thank you for the offer." Edward flashed her that same crooked smile that Abby saw him wear in the morning. It blew her away, again. This time, however, Abby focused on his eyes; his topaz eyes that seemed almost surreal.
"Oh." Lauren mumbled, sounding defeated, "Okay, I'll catch up with you later Abby." The shorter brunette gave Lauren a two-finger salute wave and Lauren smiled at her before leaving to her table with Jessica and the rest of her friends (who were actually her friends and not Lauren, who had actually despised Abby since third grade).
Abby then turned to the lovely human being and arched an eyebrow, "I don't recall promising you a seat."
"I got you out of that situation." Edward shot back, almost cockily.
"I had it under control." Abby grunted, almost pouting. Almost.
"Right," Edward commented, semi-sarcastically. "Now, where is the seat you promised me?"
Abby was stunned. He talked to her like no one ever has because well, no one was like Edward, and she kind of liked it. No. What was she doing? Five periods of the day gone, and her walls were already falling because of the new guy.
"Your seat is over," Abby dragged out the last word, looking throughout the lunchroom, and finding the people she needed to find, "there." Edward slightly turned around to see his family somewhat glaring at him while finding his current issue amusing. He raised an eyebrow at his family and then turned around to see Abby speed walking away. Edward's eyes widened, and he resisted the urge to gap as he saw the retrieving figure of the shorter brunette.
"Edward," he heard a hiss, he turned around to see Rosalie's burning slits. "Come here, now." No human would've caught that, but Edward did, however, he seemed entranced. He didn't know whether to follow Abby or get his head chopped off by Rosalie by not listening to her. He decided that he liked his head where it was, and he would talk to Abby as soon as he could.
Edward made his way over to his family and was immediately swatted on the head by his blonde sister. The vampire barely flinched as he turned to glare at her, "Can I offer you some assistance, Rose?"
"A human? A human!?" Rosalie snarled, her lips curling back as her topaz eyes turned into a darker shade.
"I didn't do anything." Edward nonchalantly stated, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, we saw how she walked away from you." Rosalie huffed, with a slightly impressed tone. The brunette girl had something more to offer than drool while staring at a vampire, but Rosalie wasn't so sure she liked her. She could already tell Edward was taken by the girl, but the safety of her husband and family came first.
"There's nothing wrong with talking to our fellow classmates," Edward argued, smirking slightly.
"Those looks weren't screaming, 'what was our homework,' Eddie." Emmett snorted. "Bro, it's been a day and you want her."
"I don't want her. I wouldn't mind getting to know her -"
"Edward -"
He cut Rosalie off, "I wasn't done speaking. I don't want to kill her -"
"Such a relief," Jasper chuckled.
Edward rolled his eyes, particularly annoyed that everyone kept interrupting him, and said firmly, "She's interesting and she smells absolutely incredible." They all stared at him as if he was growing an arm out of his eyeball. He sighed, frustrated, "What?"
Alice decided to speak up, "You're telling us, that her smell, which smells 'absolutely incredible', isn't making your hunger irresistible?"
"That's what I'm trying to say," Edward stated, liking the turn of this conversation, "her scent is like no other. I, for whatever reason, can't seem to read her mind but her blood? It attracts me but the kind of attraction that isn't particularly...hunger. She profoundly intrigues me."
"Is that even possible?" Jasper wondered. "Edward, do you think she's your human mate?"
"I'm not quite sure honestly," Edward sighed, once again. "I've never come across someone like her in my entire given lifetime, but I intend to know her; I intend to find out if there is something more to uncover and if that comes across as a problem to any of you, I suggest you keep your snide comments to yourself. I've done nothing wrong."
"You're going to fall in love with her," Rosalie added, distastefully. "Even if she does know how to dress, I don't approve." Edward smirked at her thoughts. Rose was going to take a liking to the cute brunette, he could feel it.
"I, for one, approve," Emmett grinned, "she's adorable, and if Rose approves of her outfit that's gotta' mean she dresses better than Ro-" Rosalie whacked his head, a whack that almost ricocheted off the walls of the cafeteria and made the table burst into laughter sans Emmett.
"She is really pretty; her hair is so bouncy! I wonder how she gets it like that." Alice wondered, somewhat deep in thought about hair products when her hair will forever stay perfect.
"She's beautiful," Edward concluded, with his infamous smile thinking of the smaller brunette that enraptured his thoughts.
Abby walked into her last period class with a true smile coming across her face. Art class: the one place, the one thing she could call her own. She was always proud of her art because of her parents, friends, and teachers' encouragement. Art made her forget, even if it was for the slightest moment.
While she was taking out her supplies she needed that day, a familiar, silky voice whispered, "Fan of art?" Abby suppressed the urge to jump and turned her head to see Edward sat next to her, and she almost smiled - almost.
She sighed, "I just can't get rid of you, can I?" Edward saw her lovely dark brown doe eyes dance with mirth and knew that she wasn't at all serious, and he was okay with whatever response she granted him with.
He slightly chuckled, "Actually, I have a drastic need to learn about art and the seat next to you was conveniently empty."
Abby gave him a side glance, "I pegged you more of a classical music kinda' guy."
Edward was close to give her a horrified look because he wondered if she could hear his thoughts. Could she? You are the most beautiful creature to ever walk on this earth, he thought and looked over at her, nothing. Okay, so she made a very accurate hunch.
The vampire leaned closer to her, his cheek almost brushing her arm that was fixing her canvas and discreetly took a whiff of her heavenly, warm scent. Why she smelt like a flower and not a meal was beyond him, but he would enjoy this extreme rarity since she was just as equally beautiful as her scent.
"Who's your favorite artist?" Edward casually wondered, watching as her eyes snapped to meet his with a sparkly glint in them and then, he knew he caught her interest. But the little shimmer in her eyes was gone as quick as it came. He just prayed she would answer.
"I have many," close enough.
"Choose one,"
"Why?"
"Why not?" He smirked.
She quirked her lips as she stared at the incredibly handsome persistent man. Edward sure was something...something that definitely caught her eye, but she couldn't let herself believe that, she was okay with being ignorant to the obvious world around her. But with Edward, she just, she couldn't – there was just something about him.
Abby poked her tongue to her cheek, wondering who she should decide on as her favorite artist. As Edward watched the brunette ponder in her own thoughts, he couldn't help but think she was going to be the hardest person to crack; but, he was all right with that. He just wanted to know her.
"Salvador Dali," she answered, slowly nodding her as she revealed her answer.
Edward released a brief chuckle, "He was a bit insane."
"You talk like you knew him."
I did, Edward wordlessly responded, but telling the girl that he knew a dead man from the 1900's wouldn't really turn out to be a decent conversation starter.
Edward grinned, looked down at the tiled covered ground, and looked back up to meet her challenging gaze, "His art was a bit absurd. What's your preferred piece by him?"
Abby bit her bottom lip, suppressing the threatening smile. No one was ever this interested in asking her about art – ever. "The Basket of Bread,"
Edward furrowed his eyebrows, "Really? Of all his creativity and his surrealism, The Basket of Bread is your favorite?"
"I mean," Abby smirked, "Hitler Masturbating is another riveting piece." Edward couldn't help but release a chuckle as he pictured the wild painting that Salvador Dali created back in the 1930's.
"Tell me why," Edward grinned, "one of his simplest pieces is your favorite."
Abby closed her eyes and for the first time in weeks she realized a smile was forming on her lips without permission. She opened her eyes to catch his topaz ones staring at her and she couldn't help the rush of blood filling her cheeks.
She cleared her throat and whispered, "It's because it's just that: simple. The light contrasting with the dark, the domestic scene, and bread being a staple in most meals during the forties – he could've drawn anything about the war, yet he chose to draw bread."
Edward crooked smile didn't leave his face as he stared at the girls' lovely features and knew he was about to make the biggest mistake, but he was okay with it. He was sure he would make a hundred mistakes for her. "Would it be brash of me to invite you for a cup of coffee after class?"
The brunette's head snapped up and she raised an eyebrow. Did he just ask her out? Doesn't he know about her yet? His family wasn't the only news in school. Why would he care to ask her out?
She looked down, shook her head and softly said, "You don't want to go out with a girl like me."
"Who say's anything about going out?" Edward crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm new to this town. I would like to see what this place offers, and I think what I've been searching for is 'northern hospitality'."
Abby glanced up at the man and bit her bottom lip to stop the onslaught of laughs.
A/N: Alright, guys, I really wonder what you guys think of this story so definitely leave reviews, makes alerts, favorite it - all the good stuff! Leave a review, please and thank you!
