I tried to ignore them but Eden was loud enough that the whole school could hear.
"I will not. Go. Out. With Michelle." Then he set off to his locker fuming.
Presley stomped off; but noticed that I had been watching, so she put her nose up in the air.
I ignored it, figuring that it wasn't any of my business.
I suddenly heard a slight cough and looked over, but no one was there, I heard it again, and turned the opposite way to find Eden, smiling a toothy grin. "H-How did you do that?"
"I certainly don't know what you mean. But, anyway you look different today; I like the white dress, it looks fluttery sort of like angel wings." He implied a statement within a question. Wait—did he just say what I think he just said?
"You think so?" I asked trying to give off not to much interest, but, once again questioning my very own sanity.
"Yeah—." He paused for a second, then I saw his eyes change black for a spilt subsequent, almost as if a signal. "—and I absolutely love it."
I was silent for a moment, my head becoming putty. "You, I, this, Did you? Uh, never mind. Have a good day." I went to class, utterly confused on the subject.
I didn't pay attention to one thing in my next two classes. I didn't know the teacher's names or even what the names of the classes were. I was to preoccupied with the fact that I had a ninety-nine-point-nine-percent chance that Eden knew about the dream. That, that dream was real.
As the bell rang for lunch I slowly gathered my things walking out the door, to notice Eden leaning on the doorframe. "So, Can I walk you to lunch?" He said all too casually.
"Uhh, sure."
It was a quiet walk to the lunch room, seeming very awkward with every pitter patter our feet made. My head being turned the other way so I couldn't catch a glimpse of Eden. It was a good thing I did stay looking the opposite way of Eden too, because I could feel his overly gaze staring straight upon me, trying to catch my attention.
I hate to say it but his plan was working, I turned my head and looked into his eyes and spoke very seriously, and down to the point. "I know you had something to do with the dream, that's why your acting the way you are. Just tell me what this is all about."
"Well, you catch on quickly. How should I put this, well really if you remember the dream clearly, which you probably do, then I shouldn't have to explain anything, you should already know." He said simply.
He was right I did remember it all clearly, oddly enough. "So tell me then, was it real, what I mean is, is it true?" I questioned sincerely.
"To put it simply yes, everything I said to you in that dream was true, every word I spoke." He emphasized the word 'everything' very thoroughly.
"Everything, huh? Why though? Why, now? Why am I here on this planet, if everything you said was real? Another thing, how could what you said, about-- well you know-- be true, you barely know me and we've only known each other for not even forty-eight hours?" I questioned going into deep thought. I know now how I treated him yesterday was a mistaken belief of what he was really going to say when I got out of his car.
"I've known you much longer than you think Rose, and to explain the rest of your question I'll be at your house to explain everything around nine o'clock tonight. I hope it's not too late for you, because it's really urgent upon the matter."
Nine tonight kept running through my head trying to think of a way to get him around my mom and being able to allow him into my room unnoticed. "Umm, well, I mean, I guess, but you're gonna have to be kind of quiet about it, wouldn't want my mom to know of a friend, let me remind you a guy, in my house at nine o'clock tonight. Yeah seems like no problem at all." I said sarcastically.
"I promise I'll be quiet as can be." He said smiling widely and so beautifully.