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Chapter Seven: Third Time, NOT the Charm
The party music was pounding in time with Jessica's too fast heart beat, something she was sure was making James infinitely more excited. In fact, she could feel how much fun he was having at her futile squirming against his marble arm. He was grinning broadly at her ear, the venom dripping down singed it painfully and he was eagerly breathing near her neck like an excited dog with a bone. A too-cold hand was pressed against her mouth to stop her from screaming for help (not that anyone could help if they tried) and her tears were sliding off it and on to the grass.
"This won't hurt a bit," he lied with a chuckle before plunging his fangs into her shoulder.
Jessica awoke with a shriek on the same frequency as her currently blaring alarm clock. Her hands scrambled at her neck and shoulders and only felt the fabric of her leotard from last night. She looked around the room, finding only her vanity table with celeb photos jammed into the mirror frame, her trophy shelf filled with…well trophies as well as metals dangling from their golden necks.
Eugh. Necks. Jessica cringed as she placed another shaky hand on the now seemingly extra vulnerable part of her body. Vulnerable because of…vampires. One who wanted to eat her and one she still wanted date…probably…maybe. Her rational mind was hesitant, at least.
But…
But even before when he didn't like her as much, Edward never made her feel as petrified as James did. His eyes could be cruel, but never evil. Then again, he still ate people.
Jessica pulled her knees up to her chest and slammed her head against the bones. Her head was pounding in time with music and her ear was stinging with venom—
She snatched up her still irritatingly ringing alarm clock and flung it against the far wall, causing it to break apart and crash to the hardwood floor. She closed her eyes tightly as her headache waned, before falling back into the bed, covering her face with a groan.
Oh her life was going to hell.
So, to recap, she'd fallen hard in love with a boy. That boy has apparently been dead for decades and had fangs, just like his little friends who had trapped her in a game of hide and seek.
Okay, that last part technically wasn't Edward's fault. She'd like to say she would've been prepared if she'd known about the vampire stuff earlier, but she had no garlic or wooden stakes on her so that was just a plain lie.
And…God, she'd said that she was okay with Edward being a vampire last night but…
Her hand touched her ear. There was a burn spot there, where James's venom had dripped onto it. Could she and Edward even kiss? Was that even possible? Was her whole plan—?
No, no, no! She could not and would not be having doubts! She was a winner, a winner! She couldn't…not get Edward Cullen to date her!
She rolled onto her belly and screamed into the pillow though, just to get the excess frustration out of her system. When that wasn't enough, she punched it viciously in tandem and gnashed at the pillow case fabric like a rabid dog.
Her therapeutic session abruptly ended when her phone started vibrating. Jerking her head up and spitting out the pillow, Jessica picked up her phone from the night table and squinted at the caller ID before gasping, flipping open the cover and jabbing the "talk" button.
"Ohmygosh, you never call me!" Jessica exclaimed excitedly.
"I called you last night," Edward's beguiling voice replied with a hint of amusement in it.
"Uh-uh. I called you. That doesn't count."
"I didn't have to answer."
"Yes you did. I would've kept going until you picked up."
There was an entertained scoff on the other line before he asked, "Care for a ride to school?"
Her immediate response was a "hell yes" but she found her tongue going heavy. Her brows furrowed and she let a finger trace from her burnt ear to the jugular at her neck.
"Jessica?"
Jessica kicked her anxiety to the curb before blurting out. "Oh! Yeah! Absolutely! I'll be ready in five."
"I'll be here."
The line went dead as Jessica fell back onto the bed again. Inhaling, exhaling, and smacking her cheeks. Edward wasn't James. Edward wouldn't hurt her! If he was going to, he would've done it ages ago, right?
…right?
"God," Jessica groaned before opening her night table drawer and taking out her Questions for Edward journal. For good measure, she decided to cross out question number five (Ideal kissing spots?) before writing in cramped letters above it what would I have to do to make sure you don't eat me? She also crossed out and replaced several other questions that posed varying degrees of importance.
Boom. There. And now all she had to do was make sure she didn't make herself delicious in the wrong ways! Voila problem solved!
Smiling to herself, Jessica went to her dresser to change. God, she was a genius.
Leaning against the side of his silver Volvo, Edward ended their call. Alice had informed him that his role as guardian angel would have to start early, seeing as how without his nudging, the girl would remain inside for at least her entire week of freedom worrying herself crazy about vampire stalkers.
"Wouldn't it be safer if she just stayed there?" Edward had asked.
"Surviving isn't the only thing Jessica Stanley has on her schedule," Alice had replied with a mysterious smile and a pop-song blaring in her head, so clearly it had something to do with their relationship. "Besides, they won't bother her, I've checked."
Edward was admittedly not as aghast about the thought of dating Jessica as he once was having gotten to know the girl and her…quirks. Still, though, he didn't like Jessica in that way and beyond that, with the threat of that James bastard…
"You're Cullen's boy, ain't yeah?"
Edward was pulled out of his musings by the sound of a vaguely familiar male voice. Looking up from his crossed arms, he watched Mr. Stanley walking towards him, twirling car keys around and around his finger. He nodded at the Volvo. "That's a nice ride you got there."
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir," Edward confirmed as he stood up straighter and dropped his arms to look non threatening.
"Which one? The quiet one, the loud one, or the creepy one?" Mr. Stanley prompted.
Edward frowned briefly in confusion before catching his meaning from the images and descriptions from his thoughts. He offered a wane smile. "The quiet one, sir."
Mr. Stanley nodded slowly. "I saw you here already. Month or so ago, was it?"
"Yes, sir."
"'Yes sir,'" he mimicked before chuckling. He stood before Edward and sized him up, eyes slowly scanning him from head to toe. They were the same shade as Jessica's but bore none of the captivating vivacity hers did. "Tryna butter me up, boy?"
Edward had to go brain surfing to gleam his meaning again. At the forefront there was a very irritated thought about "damn kids and their sex obsession" as well as concern Jessica's grades would be ruined by this distracting turn of events. "I assure you, your daughter and I are just friends—"
"I didn't mention Jess," Mr. Stanley said, eyebrows raised.
"Passive aggressive fathers interrogating the mysterious new boy in their daughter's life? I've seen the movies, Sir."
Mr. Stanley burst into laughter."'I've seen the movies!'" he repeated, cackling. "We got a comedian over here!"
"Dad?"
Edward's smile lost a good deal of its edge when he glanced over Mr. Stanley's shoulder to find Jessica peering between him and her father with a false smile plastered on. Her mind was repetitiously swearing. "Good morning, Jessica," Edward said, forcing down a laugh at the juxtaposition between her mind and face. "Are you ready?"
"Ready?" Mr. Stanley repeated. He stepped back and crossed his arms before darting his gaze between the two. "What exactly should we be ready for, hm?"
"School, Mr. Stanley," Edward said simply as Jessica sped-walked passed him, probably, Edward could assume, so the man wouldn't see her roll her eyes as she thought, 'fucking duh.' He didn't bother hiding his amused smile this time, and he slid into the drivers' seat before Mr. Stanley could say anything else.
"I'm sorry about him," Jessica sighed. "He's so…ugh."
"He's a rather confrontational fellow, no?" Edward quipped as he pulled out of the driveway. The man watched with a faux smile and a wave before heading to his own car once they'd turned down the street.
Jessica let out a heavy breath and sank somewhat in her seat. "Yeah." She then cleared her throat and straightened up. "So! A couple more questions before I die."
Edward sobered up immediately and he sharply said, "You aren't going to die."
Jessica snorted. "No need to give me false—"
"You aren't." Edward said firmly, giving her an intense look. Her eyes widened and he could acutely hear her heart picking up speed. "I won't let that happen, Jessica."
Jessica scratched at her ear and smiled weakly. "No?"
"Never."
Jessica smiled a bit wider before looking away with a slight hum. Edward sifted through the screeching jumble of her mind and found images of her and he on the back of a white stallion, him clad in armour and her in a white gown.
Edward barked out a laugh and Jessica quickly turned him with a frown. "What's so funny?"
He considered for a moment, before finally settling on, "Nothing." The poor girl didn't need anymore stress in her life, and learning that most if not all of her embarrassing thoughts were loud and clear to him nigh 24/7 would certainly do just that.
She gave him a suspicious squint.
Edward cleared his throat. "Your questions?"
Jessica shook out of her thoughts and said, "Oh! Right, okay. Um…I just came up with this one today but question…what questions were we on again?"
"Six"
"Right, right, okay. Uh, question Six, what are the vampire dos and don'ts?"
Edward gave her a confused look.
"What things can I avoid doing so you don't kill me," she clarified, and Edward's face twisted into a bitter mixture of self-disgust and mild hurt. He instinctively shifted to the left of his seat and tore his gaze away as her mind began to loudly screech.
"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean it like—ugh," Jessica sighed into her hands and ran them up her face as her mind went back to swearing. "I'm sorry. Okay, I just—" she'd gone back to scratching her ear, and only then did Edward notice the angry red mark. "I just want to know how…you work so that we can work."
Edward hesitated, then placed a cold marble finger on the red region of her ear. She flinched back automatically, and though she quickly opened her mouth to apologize again, he cut her off. "The best thing to do would be to stay away from me. But I know that isn't possible with James hunting you, so until we can deter him—"
"You'll need me to make you comfortable, yeah?" Jessica pressed.
Edward snorted bitterly as he brought his hand back. "Make me comfortable?"
"I know you don't like being a vampire you made that pretty clear," Jessica said. "I just want to make sure you don't…I want you to feel like a normal human boy when you're around me, okay?"
Edward turned to glance at her and she smiled encouragingly. After a brief moment of hesitation, he said, "I actually don't feel any inclination to bite you."
Jessica blinked at him, smile gone and face a stony expressionless statue. "Oh." Edward tilted his head to the side and sifted through her head to find out what the bland expression meant. 'Is that…like a vampire-y insult? Does my blood smell bad or something?'
His lips twitched upwards before he said out loud, "Your scent is masked by your cosmetics— it makes you easy to be around. Easier than most."
"Oh," Jessica repeated, this time with a small, pleased smile. She sat straighter in her seat and preened a bit.
He'd thought it before, and he would think it several times over: Jessica and Rosalie would get along just fine if they learned how to put their differences aside. "Either way, I wouldn't be inclined to biting you, however. Unlike James and his coven, my family and I don't drink human blood—only animals."
Jessica's shoulders slumped to a large degree and she let out a breathy laugh. "Oh! Oh I didn't…think that was…wow okay. So I don't help you bury any bodies?"
Edward gave her a sideways glance. "Was that question seven?" He asked in a dry, half accusing tone.
Jessica frowned before avoiding his gaze and admitting, "Ten," in an embarrassed voice.
A pause, and then Edward's mouth split into a grin before turning his eyes back to the road.
"Why are you always laughing at me?" Jessica asked in a voice near whining tone.
"Is that questions number seven?"
"No!" Jessica snapped in frustration. She then sighed and glared out the window. Edward didn't need to be a mind reader to gauge her mood now.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It wasn't my intention to offend you."
Jessica bit her lip and turned back to him with a sigh. "Yeah I'm…sorry too. I know you didn't. Anyway, question—"
"You're entertaining," Edward cut her off again.
Jessica paused and looked up from her notebook with a curious hum.
"That's why you make me laugh. You…you are just so endearingly absurd…" Edward chuckled and shook his head. Jessica smiled slightly from the corner of his eye and flushed slightly. "Oh."
"Is that you're favorite word?"
Jessica opened her mouth to retort before clamping it shut and smiling smugly before turning back to her notebook. "Next question," Jessica said. "Favourite movie?"
Edward snorted. "That's a shockingly mundane one compared to the ones before."
"Hey, I asked you about our favourite colour before, remember?"
"Touche," Edward said, and tilted his head to the side in thought. Movies, movies…he'd never though too much about movies. "I'm not sure."
"I guess that makes sense—you're like, a bazillion years old, you'd have watched too many movies to pick a favourite, right?"
Edward hummed with a frown. "No. I've just never been overly interested in them."
Jessica blinked at him owl eyed. "Huh?"
"I don't really watch movies," Edward said with a shrug. "I prefer books."
Jessica snorted. "Of course you would. Okay, we're rectifying that this Friday—we're going to the movies for our re-do date numero…" She paused, and Edward could hear her mind scrambling to find the Spanish word for three.
Edward let out an amused breath through his nose. "Tres."
Jessica blushed before straightening her shoulders. "Yeah, I knew that. Anyways, we're going to the movies, okay?"
"Whatever you say, mistress."
"Well it's not like you offer up any ideas!"
"It's you who refuses to let us remain simply as friends. Thus, it is you who gets to decide the ways in which you can convince me to see your vision."
Jessica harrumphed, another self-satisfied smile on her lips. "And, mind you, I'm going to win."
"We'll see," Edward responded casually. Alice seemed to think so, and she was rarely wrong. But to get Jessica more tangled into this world—more than she was already—seemed utterly selfish.
As they neared the school parking lot, Jessica took out a compact mirror from her purse, as well as a tube of lip gloss. Edward watched in mild fascination as she applied it expertly despite the moving vehicle. She then held it higher up so she could see the rest of her face and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Edward inhaled sharply as a handful of strands brushed across his nose. It smelled of peach shampoo and several other products, but ironically, after he'd just finished telling Jessica it protected her, he was—he could also—
It was times like these when Edward was forced to remember their identities beyond the cheerful bubble of their conversations. Even if he was not James, Edward was not good and Jessica was but a human.
Jessica was unaware of his hands tightening around the steering wheel, and as the car came to a halt, she half-opened the door and asked, "Final question?"
Edward nodded around a swallow.
"Is red my colour, or does it make me look like a slut?" She said, pointing to her lips.
Edward frowned and shook his head. "You musn't call yourself that."
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Do I look good?" she rectified.
Edward scanned her face in thought before stating, "I think a soft pink would look better but—"
"Fuck! I knew it!" Jessica snapped as she wiped away the tinted gloss with the back of her hand and slammed the car door. She was angrily lamenting in her head over the fact that she would now have to spend the rest of the day with "ugly chapped ass lips" because she hadn't brought a different shade with her.
Edward sighed. He should've just said she looked good—she did. He simply wasn't the fondest of makeup in general, that was all. He hadn't meant for his personal preferences to—ah well. Before he could exit the car, the passenger side opened once more and Alice slipped in. She smiled brightly at him before handing him a lip gloss tube in baby pink.
Edward raised an eyebrow. "And how do I explain why I have this?"
"Tell her you bought it before coming here," Alice said. "Your comment was just a cute hint at what you had in store." She gave him a dazzling grin before slipping out again and skipping to where Jasper waited, hooking arms with him as they entered the school.
Edward glanced at the tube of lip gloss before pocketing it. He supposed so long as James remained at large, he could indulge this odd thing he had with Jessica Stanley.
Now, to get a quick bite to eat before entertaining the drudgery that was high school.
"So."
Jessica glanced over her shoulder where Lauren was frowning judgmentally at her back. Jessica scowled back. "What?"
"You've been holding back on me?"
Coach Clapp blew from her whistle and the class stopped running laps to stand side by side each other. "What?" Jessica repeated a second time, this time with a brow puckered in confusion. She and the rest of the class stretched to the side as instructed as she hissed, "Holding back on what?"
"Everyone saw you and Cullen, don't play innocent."
Jessica snorted as she brought her leg up for a tree pose. "That? That was nothing. I'm hoping to snag him this Friday, though."
"You're going on another date?" Lauren asked incredulously.
Jessica shot her scowl. "What's wrong with you? I told you I was going to make this work."
Lauren narrowed her eyes and didn't say anything else as they moved on to a warrior pose. Realization hit Jessica then, and she scoffed. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you, L."
Lauren shot her a venomous look. "Neither is that smeared shit on your lips."
Jessica's eyes widened and she smacked at the side of her face to confirm if she really did have lip gloss on her cheek. Instead of getting an answer, the force of her self-slap sent her off balance and crashing to the ground with a shriek of surprise.
Lauren was not the only one in school to suspect something was officially up between she and Edward. Angela kept giving her questioning looks, Tyler clapped her on the shoulder and Ben whooped by way of congratulations, while Mike kept sending her wounded puppy dog looks everywhere. He also gave pissed off looks to Edward—a glare that intensified when her future boyfriend handed her a lip gloss he'd apparently planned to give her. Aw!
But they could believe whatever—Jessica wasn't really picky. It was going to happen anyway so it was alright, she felt, for Edward to get used to the attention.
"You're not like, too bothered by this, right?" Jessica asked as eyes followed them from school and to his waiting car.
Edward smiled wanly. "Not too," he agreed.
"Don't you think it feels…right?" Jessica pressed, hooking their arms and pressing up against his shoulder. She smiled and batted his eyes at him, while he looked down at her with a pair of raised eyebrows.
Her eyes widened and her heartbeat exploded in her ears as he leaned towards her. Her mind had become scrambled, and the only thing repeating over, and over, and over again was ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Her lips parted and she moved her face towards him, but then at the last minute he grabbed her forearm with the hand tangled between them and twirled her around and away from him. Jessica shrieked and had spread her arms wide to steady herself as Edward, now ahead of her, tossed an impish grin over his shoulder. "You'll need to try a little bit harder than that," he called, holding his thumb and index finger a smidge apart.
Jessica scoffed, face flushed from both embarrassment and the brief memory of how close his lips were to hers. She then crossed her arms tightly and walked after him with a determined purse to her lips.
Challenge still and forever accepted.
Unsurprisingly, when it came to Jessica, Alice was more than willing to not show movie spoilers in her head.
"I don't know what you two are going to watch!" Alice insisted, laying on her back atop the sofa as she flipped through a fashion magazine. "She's being very persnickety about it and really wants to impress you. That's why I can't see anything." Edward wasn't sure if he fully believed her—she was reciting passages from Paradise Lost over and over again in her head. "Just in case she decides while you're still around!" She'd defended when he called her out.
"I don't get it," Rosalie said with a scowl. She was passing by the living room when they'd started the conversation, and of course wanted to stop on her way to her car to dish out some angry two-cents. "I don't get why you're still entertaining that girl. I get watching to make sure those other vampires don't get to her but he won't try hunting her again until next week."
"You trust him?" Edward asked dubiously.
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Why do you care so much if he has her? She's just one girl."
"Why do you care?" Edward challenged.
Rosalie scoffed before storming out of the house and shutting the door harder than necessary. "Rose!" Esme called in disapproval, and a terse apology could be heard in response.
Alice flipped off the couch and spun gracefully with smile as she smoothed down her clothes. "Times to get dressed!" She chirped as she flitted towards the stairs. "I have just the look."
Once he'd been subjected to being Alic's mannequin, Edward drove off to pick up his date. She was waiting for him on the porch in a pink jean jacket and white tank top underneath, mind excitedly chattering. It was only when she'd trotted down the steps, showcasing a short jean skirt and white low tops, that Edward realized something she did the moment she slipped into the passengers' seat.
"Ah! We're matching!" Jessica cried in delight as she gestured to her outfit than his—a dark version of her jean jacket, and a pant version of her skirt. Their sneakers were both identical. "Talk about fate. Look at us being a couple already!" Jessica said as she shut the door and beamed up at him.
Edward let out an amused breath and shook his head. Ah, Alice.
"So, I have a few ideas on what we're going to watch…not sure which one I want to settle on yet, though."
"I'm sure it'll be fine, whichever you choose." Edward coughed suddenly, wrinkling his nose as a cloying scent spread through the car, spurred on by the heater. "Did you…? You have a lot of perfume on."
"Oh yeah," Jessica said. "You told me my cosmetic stuff made it easier for you to be around me soooo I put a little extra just in case." She gave an awkward laugh. "Our one-on-one times tend to…end in vampire shenanigans and I didn't want to risk anything."
Edward smiled bitterly. "You think there's a chance I might kill you, and yet you still want me to be your boyfriend?"
"Yes," Jessica said automatically. Edward shook his head and scoffed in partial amusement. Insane. Absolutely insane. Still, he didn't object when Jessica opted to lacing her fingers with his, and even felt a sense of comfort over the fact that she hadn't flinched at the feel of his smooth, frigid skin.
He smiled lightly and squeezed back.
Jessica's heart was running faster than the speed of light—she was serious! God for an un-dead boy he sure knew how to get hearts thumping. And it was all based on the simple fact that he was actively holding her hand as they watched the most boring movie she could find on the schedule. It was a biopic on some author but she figured Edward would like it what with him liking books, black and grandma—erm—classical music.
Her gaze kept falling from the screen of the two characters whose names she'd already forgot, instead mesmerized by she and Edward's hands clasped atop the arms of their seats, a large bag of popcorn resting just behind the circle they made. The vague light cast by the movie screen made his skin look especially ghostly—so ghostly it looked almost transparent, even compared to her own already fair complexion.
To think she hadn't even thought about him being otherworldly until the day she'd totaled his car—wait a minute, how'd he fix it so fas—?
Anyway. That wasn't important.
Jessica spent a moment more on their hands before smiling at his side profile. He was like the world's most prettiest statue staring impassively at the kissing actors in front of them. Pretty. So, so, so, pretty it hurt. Even with the fangs and the oppressive feeling of danger weighing on her shoulders ad nauseum.
She took a handful of popcorn and swallowed before asking, "Don't you want some?"
Edward blinked as if coming out of a dream before turning towards her. "Hm?"
"Popcorn?" Jessica titled her head towards the large bag she was not going to finish on her own unless she wanted to gain weight and ruin her gym grades.
Edward glanced at the bag, then her, then the bag again before lifting his eyebrows sardonically. Jessica blushed and looked away quickly.
Right. Vampire.
Dumbass.
Jessica crammed another handful of popcorn into her mouth and promptly choked on a kernel going down her windpipe. She wheezed as the sharp, overly salted food shard scratched at her throat, and didn't even have the ability to turn over her shoulder and glare at the woman hissing, "Shh!"
A straw was jammed between her lips and she quickly chugged down several pints of ice cold water before pulling away with a wet gasp. "Shh!" The woman behind her hissed again, and this time Jessica did glare over her shoulder. She then turned to the side where Edward had lowered the cup from her face and was gazing at her worriedly. "Are you alright?"
Jessica coughed one more time before nodding. "When did I buy that?"
"I got it for you just now," Edward said, putting the drink in the cup holder, though he still looked her over once more with a pinched brow.
"Got it for me just—" Jessica stopped her confused question. Right. Super speed because…vampire.
Dumbass.
"Thanks," she said with a weak smile. He nodded and turned back to the movie while she sank a bit in her seat. It was bad enough the movie sucked cantaloupe sized balls, on top of that she was being embarrassing.
Okay, Jess, be a Winner! Turn the situation around!
Because she was such a genius, the idea came to her almost immediately. Smiling slyly, Jessica fished in her purse for her compact mirror and smashed it against the arm of the chair. Edward's face jerked towards her in confusion as the woman hissed "Shh!" again. "What are you doing?" He asked as Jessica shook a couple shards into her palm.
"Giving you a snack," Jessica said, finding an especially nice shard for her deed. "Don't worry I have a million—"
His face instantly became stormy and contorted. "What?" He demanded, and darted forward to stop her from jabbing her finger with the glass. He snatched her wrist and squeezed so bone crushingly hard that Jessica cried out and dropped the piece of glass to the ground. He quickly released it and jolted back as if she'd burned him. "Sorry," he said in shaking voice. "I'm sorry."
Jessica rubbed her wrist in a stunned humiliation and sat back in her seat. She stuffed more popcorn into her mouth. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Jessica," Edward murmured in a serious voice as he leaned towards her pathetically slumped form. "What on Earth were you thinking?"
"I-I just wanted…since you didn't want the popcorn…I…" Jessica face was so hot that her small jean jacket was getting over bearing. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and hit her head against the seat again and again with a low groan before answering. "Sorry, okay? I just thought—"
"If I bite you," Edward said in a sharp, quavering hiss. "You'll be filled with my venom. You will—" she heard him swallow harshly and she opened her eyes to see him squeezing his eyes shut too, a clenched fist repeatedly tapping at the arm rest. "And I'd—if—"
"I'm sorry," Jessica said reaching for his clenched fist to try and get their fingers twined again. He pulled away, resting it on his bouncing lap instead. "I'm sorry, okay? No blood!"
"Shhh!" the woman hissed so loudly this time that Jessica could hear phlegm rattling her throat. Jessica wanted to give her a piece of her mind, but she wanted to focus on Edward going hysterical.
"Sorry," Jessica repeated, placing a hand on his chest to slow his heart—shit it wasn't even beating now! He was going to di—
Oh.
Vampire.
Jessica slowly pulled away her hand from his chest to look up Edward. He had on the most pained expression she'd ever seen—one that even rivaled his brother Jasper's.
"I'm sorry," Jessica repeated in a soft voice. "I—"
"No." Edward shook his head. "I am."
When she blinked next he was gone, only the slight feeling of wind chilling her skin. "Edward?" she asked the empty seat. She got no response.
Stunned, Jessica went back leaned back into her seat, covered her face with her hands, and shrieked.
"Sh—"
"Fuck off!" Jessica screeched red faced at the woman before rushing out the theatre.
God she was an idiot! A total idiot! She'd said she wanted Edward to me a normal boy around her but—gah! She was the biggest moron on the planet!
Jessica kicked a a garbage can so hard it flipped into the air before landing with a thud, then when she stormed out into the night and noticed that Edward's Volvo was gone—and by extension her ride home—she took off her jean jacket, crumpled it into a ball and slammed it against the sidewalk before screaming at the stars.
AN: That...could have gone better lol.
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