I blink at him, confused. "What?"
"Edward, from what you've stated in the last 30 minutes or so, Isabella is not who you thought she was."
"Well, no one is. But she's just as smart and thoughtful as I presumed."
"Yes, but you also used the words frustrating and crazy."
"...she is a little crazier than I thought." I admit.
"And?"
"...And?"
He sighs. "Just this conversation is making you tense. Is there anything else that's going on?"
"I-"
"Before you say whatever you're about to say, I can detect your bullshit from a mile away."
Closing my gaping mouth, I frown at him.
Maybe he is as bad as Jasper.
Leaving Dr. Garrett's office, I reflect on our conversation.
Before I left, he made me admit something that I didn't want to.
I'm an analytical thinker. I dissect. I deduce. I gather information and genuinely come up with the conclusion that majority of the people around are annoying as fuck.
But, Isabella...well she's a whole other thing entirely.