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The Cullens.
They walked in like models on a runway, all dolled up in the finest designer clothes. Tall, collected, and statue-like.
The first to cross the door was Emmett. Giant was the immediate thought. He towered over the rest, his broad shoulders stretching the limits of human proportion. His build belonged on a stage, not a classroom—more Mr. Olympia than high-school senior.
Rosalie followed at his side. She was flawless in a way that felt cruel. Golden hair fell around her face like it had been arranged by an artist's hand, features so precise they seemed unreal. Her expression was cool, distant—beautifully unapproachable. The kind of face that made people hesitate, afraid of rejection before they'd even spoken.
The two walked hand in hand. They looked good together.
Following them came Alice and Jasper. They looked like polar opposites. The petite Alice was all smiles and giggles, her short hair full of life, bouncing after each step she took. While Jasper looked like a martyr in constant agony—rigid in his walk, each step calculated. His eyes never left Alice—as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the room.
Finally came Edward. Bronze hair, perfectly disordered. A face carved sharp and beautiful, eclipsing the other guys without trying. He was the kind of handsome that turned heads instinctively, that made girls forget how to breathe and boyfriends clench their jaws. A faint, crooked smile touched his lips, as if he knew something no one else did.
I decided then and there that I would never make him meet my girlfriend. Not like I didn't trust her. I did.
It's just that, knowing her, she would totally tell me I'm better looking—when I clearly knew I wasn't.
She'd say it casually, like it was obvious. Like it wasn't even up for debate. She'd mean it too, which somehow made it worse. I'd smile, maybe laugh it off, pretend I believed her, all while knowing she was lying for my sake.
But as quickly as the thought came, it went away, replaced by fear.
I might act indifferent, calm even, already forming a plan to test whether his passive legilimency worked on me—or if I was like my twin, Bella. But the truth was, I was currently shitting my pants. They could snap me in half before I even registered the pain. Before my brain could catch up with what was happening.
Okay, Beau. It's now or never.
I encouraged myself, the plan already forming in my head.
Standing up, I gathered the trash from the entire table—mine and Bella's—and started walking toward the bin beside the Cullen table. Every step felt louder than the last. Every nerve in my body screamed that this was a terrible idea.
I dumped everything into the trash except the apple I was still munching on.
Then I turned, walking back toward our table, taking the last bite as I went.
At the last second, I glanced over my shoulder and threw the apple with all my strength.
I hoped to miss—but not obviously. I knew with the force I put behind it, there was no way I'd make the bin. And if I faked it, if I held back even slightly, they might catch the minuscule difference. Vampires didn't miss things like that.
Fwup.
Bang.
The half-eaten apple struck the side of the trash can and bounced off, skidding across the floor before coming to rest right at the feet of the Cullen table.
The silence in the cafeteria was deafening.
Heat rushed to my face, sharp and immediate. Embarrassment burned through me, but I forced myself to keep moving. This was part of it. This was necessary.
"Damn—sorry," I muttered.
I walked back toward their table and crouched down to grab the apple. My heart pounded so hard I was sure it would give me away.
As I crouched, keeping my expression neutral, my breathing steady, I thought—quietly, naturally, the same way I'd think any other word—
'Edward, right?'
Nothing flashy. No emphasis. Just the name, in my normal mental voice. If he reacted, he could hear me. If he didn't, I was in the clear.
Before I could even finish picking up the apple—
"No need to apologize." The voice was smooth. Silky. Too calm. Edward.
"It was pretty funny," another commented.
My hand froze for half a second.
I straightened slowly, apple in hand.
"My name's Edward," he continued, eyes on me now, curious but easy. "You must be new. I've never seen you around before."
There it was.
Confirmation he hadn't responded to my though.
He hadn't heard it.
Not even a flicker.
I forced a small, embarrassed smile. "Yeah. Just moved."
Edward nodded, still amused. "Gonna try again?" he asked, nodding toward the apple.
Not one to make a fool of myself twice, I handed it to him. "Think you can do better?" I asked.
With quiet confidence, he took it from my hand and tossed it without care, barely trying.
Whoosh.
A perfect shot.
"Clean," I said, already turning, preparing to leave.
But Edward's gaze lingered longer than it should have.
Not on my face—but through it. Like he was waiting for something to surface. A reaction. A thought. Anything.
Nothing came.
The faint crease that had formed between his brows deepened, almost imperceptibly.
He was listening.
I could tell by the stillness. By the way his focus sharpened, his posture subtly shifting as he reached—out of habit—for the noise that was always there for him.
And found nothing.
Edward blinked once, slow and deliberate. His eyes flicked away from me, scanning the room, then back again. Confusion crossed his face, gone almost before it appeared.
I felt it then—the shift.
Not fear this time.
Awareness.
He wasn't hearing me.
Edward tilted his head slightly, studying me with a new kind of attention. No longer casual. No longer idle. The smile he'd worn faded, replaced by something more guarded.
Edward Cullen had spent a century hearing every thought within reach.
And for the first time—
There was silence.
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As I slid back into my seat beside Bella, the questions started immediately.
"What did he say?"
"What happened?"
"Why were you over there so long?"
I shrugged, keeping my voice light, casual — recounting it with as little drama as possible. The last thing I needed was Jessica turning this into some cafeteria-wide rumor before last period.
"Nothing," I said. "I missed the trash can. He threw it out for me. That's it."
It wasn't even a lie. Just… not the whole truth.
I felt the attention linger a second longer than I liked.
Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I slipped it out under the table and glanced down.
Jen.
Just seeing her name made something in my chest loosen.
Her first message popped up, rapid-fire like always — You picked the worst day to move??
Then another. You literally will not believe what just happened.
I angled the phone lower, shielding the screen from anyone nosy enough to try looking.
Try me, I typed back.
The reply came almost instantly.
Food war.
I blinked.
No way.
Yes Way, she shot back. Full chaos. Mashed potatoes. Chocolate milk. Someone threw a whole pizza.
A small smile tugged at my mouth.
Who started it?
The typing bubble appeared immediately, like she'd been waiting.
Alex, obviously. Tried to throw a tater tot at Mark. Missed.
Another message stacked on top of it.
Mark grabbed his entire plate and threw it back. It hit Alex and exploded — gravy everywhere.
It even hit Coach Ramirez.
I pressed my lips together, fighting the smile threatening to break through.
You're lying.
I swear, she sent. He just stood there. Covered in gravy. Like he was reconsidering every life choice.
Another buzz.
I got video.
My chest tightened — homesick and amused all at once. Of course this would happen the second I left.
Send it. Now.
After school. WiFi here sucks.
Unbelievable. First day gone and you guys start a war.
Sucks to be you.
A quiet snort escaped me, just enough to catch Bella's attention as she leaned slightly closer, trying to peek at my screen.
Yeah, yeah. Tell me if anyone gets suspended.
Already rumors. Principal looked like he was gonna combust.
Then, after a pause, one more message appeared.
God, I miss you, you idiot. You would've at least helped me get all this gunk out of my hair.
I typed back before I could overthink it.
You mean help smear it all over your face?
Then, a beat later my thumbs hovering over the screen a second longer.
Miss you too.
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By the end of the day, the bright mood I had cultivated was hanging on by threads.
Bella walked beside me, shoulders drawn tight, fingers nervously twisting the sleeve of her jacket like she was trying to make herself smaller.
"Do I smell weird?" she asked suddenly, not looking at me.
The question caught me off guard.
"Of course you do," I said, clear mirth in my voice. "Just realized. Real strong. Like…gym socks after a double practice."
She made a face, shoving my shoulder — not hard, but enough to count.
"Be serious."
"I am serious. It's devastating. I don't know how we made it through the whole day without evacuating the building."
Her mouth twitched.
Good. Slight improvement.
Then it faded again.
Her mouth pressed into a thin line, eyes fixed on the floor like the tile patterns might spell out whatever answer she thought she was missing.
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
I exhaled slowly.
So it happened. Of course it happened. First day. Her and Edward. The start of their… whatever it was.
I wanted to tell her she should be proud. That she should be relieved. That somewhere in Biology, a guy had spent the better part of a day fighting every instinct in his body to not kill her.
Bella kicked lightly at a crack in the sidewalk as we walked toward the parked orange chevy.
"I just…" She swallowed. "People don't usually react to me like that."
You have no idea, I thought.
"Bella," I said instead, keeping my voice steady, normal, teasing just enough, "you didn't do anything wrong."
She let out a shaky breath and nodded, like she wanted to believe me.
Getting into the driver's side, I caught her pausing, glancing around the parking lot, searching for the culprit of her worries. But the Cullens were long gone.
I honked the horn. "Come on, I'm starving here."
Her gaze snapped back to me. She rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath, and slid into the car, leaving the empty lot behind.