edward cullen.

THE TOWN DEMANDS new gossip. an INFLUX of fish down at the river seemed EXCITING enough without the addition of fresh BLOOD. and he CERTAINLY garnered enough attention. rich boy from a BIG city. it’s what little PLOTS of land thrived on ;; a FRESH face to claw at, TEAR apart. carlisle had attempted to SMOOTH the way for him – it was like a foreign EXCHANGE. perhaps CHICAGO was foreign enough to BRUNSWICK.
he draws a CROWD. it’s EXPECTED ;; it still does LITTLE for his nerves that he prepares himself. he is ANNOYED and BORED with the lot of them by lunch. it’s an entirely unexpected twist when he notices HER. ‘ that’s BELLA SWAN. she doesn’t like ANYONE, ’ says rosalie next to him when prompted and he WONDERS at her tone. anyone who gains rose’s IRE deserves his fascination. that INTEREST takes a nose dive when she displays an absolute AVERSION to him in their shared biology class.
but he OBSESSES over it – he isn’t a SOCIAL person, not at all interested in the prospect of building LASTING relationships past the ones he already has. but he’s come to expect INTEREST. perhaps that’s conceited. SHALLOW. yet, when she finally DOES speak to him, it’s no surprise that he reacts READILY – angled toward her, eyes focused, EXASPERATED with drawn brows and frowning lips.
“ are you REALLY pulling the it’s not YOU, it’s ME card on a STRANGER? ” see how that grimace BRIGHTENS just so in the corner, mouth curving minutely. “ i’m EDWARD. ”

❛ – yeah. i guess i am. ❜ she pairs her words with a hint of a smile, though pink-tinted lips press firmly together as she looks forward in an attempt to readjust her mind to debate about how she should act – even in her human years, holding up a conversation wasn’t her greatest talent. years spent in isolation didn’t help, either. — but she finds herself WANTING that. wanting to talk to somebody, if only about the weather.
❛ you think that’s invalid, though? it’s not you, it’s me? —- you say that like it’s a MOCKERY. what if it was just my own influences causing my distaste? ❜ she draws swirls on her notebook, before honey-gold hues glance up to meet his gaze again. a smile reforms upon her lips, with almost a taunting tone – but rather, she doesn’t want to seem as SERIOUS as she’s sounding. ❛ how else should i word it? ❜ after only a short moment, she snickers and goes back to her doodling. ❛ well. nice to meet you, edward. ❜
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