3. Bad Company
by Bad Company
Edward - quite surprisingly - didn't feel stupid at all as he once more stood in the art school building. He and his friends usually ate there because they had the best cafeteria, however, lately he had been… inspired… to go there more often.
Nobody seemed to know her, to be fair, the campus was fairly large. Nevertheless, even though they didn't know her, they had a lot of opinions. Apparently, she was a bitch who turned her nose up at everyone. Which brought the question "why am I here?" to mind. Answer? Edward thought they were wrong. He had seen her for the first time as she was walking away from him, he had been in shock for a while, simply staring. Then he had smiled.
After a shitty day, his mother calling about his grandfather whose condition was getting worse with every ragged breath the old man drew… Momentarily, Edward closed his eyes, his fingers closing around the neck of his guitar. His grandfather wouldn't be fine. Edward knew this. However, after a shitty day, the young sarcastic woman whom he had only interacted with twice made him grin.
He had seen her more often, the music and art buildings were next to each other, and one of his classes was held in one of the bigger lecture halls in the very building he was standing. Mostly, she was quiet, observing instead of interacting. Nonetheless, he had overheard her deeply sarcastic and witty conversations with the small, black-haired woman she spent her time with. At the same time as she clearly used humor to shield herself, she was surprisingly warm and… kind, towards her friend.
It didn't exactly hurt that she was absolutely, carelessly gorgeous either. Edward found her far too interesting not to mildly stalk. His mother - ever the psychologist - would say this was a way for him to avoid the emotions he was currently going through. Maybe she was right, but when the young blond walked through the door, automatically walking around people in her way, never letting them move out of her way, he couldn't help but to grin. She was putting her iPod in her pocket, seemingly unconsciously smiling down at the little musical square.
"What're you listening to?" he asked when she moved closer, he observed how her brow slightly furrowed, how her eyes flickered to his face.
She got an incredulous expression on her face, which fairly quickly morphed into a smile. "Bad company."
He got a real good look at her face for the first time, she didn't stop moving and he didn't expect her to. As she had almost passed him, he called out, "Song, album or band?"
"All of the above."
For some reason, this was why Edward was able to smile as he called his grandfather that night.