saccharine |edward cullen

9| inquisitive

9| inquisitive

    "So how are you liking the weather?" It had been quiet for too long between the two. In reality it was probably about a minute but both parties were getting anxious. Lux looked at him, brows furrowing. He cleared his throat, "Did I say something wrong?"

"You're asking about the weather?" Lux met his eyes for a brief moment before he shook his head, "Uh, I guess I am. It's too bad about the snow isn't it?"

Lux looked out the window. The snow had been extremely light, it was the cause of Mike's ranting today. The lack of snow sticking meant he couldn't have the snowball fight in the parking lot he had been excited about all morning. Lux didn't mind it too much. She was beginning to think she wasn't made for the cold weather, she missed the sun. "Not really."

"You don't like the cold." His tone of voice was stern, not a questioning manner but instead stating a fact.

"Or the wet."

"Forks must be a difficult place for you to live," he stated once again, leaving no room for questions. She only nodded, attempting to turn her attention away somewhere else. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to him, if anything on the contrary, but she couldn't help but feel as if something was off. Maybe she was letting her boredom get to her and create scenarios about him in her head that were completely wrong but she couldn't help but let questions flood her head.

"Why did you come here then?" He should've worded his question better, that was all he could think about after saying it. It was a mixture of wishing she hadn't come to Forks—so that he wouldn't have thought about the likeliness of killing her on her first day due to starving for a taste of her blood—and genuinely curious to find an answer to the questions he had. She looked up, she stared into his dark golden eyes for a moment, "My mom relocated."

"What does she do?" His questions were demanding, draining even but she still answered curious to see how their conversation would continue, "She works at the hospital in Port Angeles."

"Oh. And you didn't want to move." Another assumption. It was the second time he was able to pinpoint her faster than she could and it had her narrowing her eyes at him for a while. She shook her head, "No not really."

"I don't understand." His face said it all, but his need to find answers to his questions continued to drive him. "Where's your father? Couldn't you stay with him?"

She sighed, looking away, "No."

It was a short answer. One that told him not to press for further information. And he wasn't going to but he was dying to know more, anything, what sports she's played, her favorite author, favorite water temp. "Am I annoying you?" He asked, once the conversation had sizzled out. She shook her head looking back to him, "No. I just don't understand why you're so interested in my life story. It's a bit boring."

"I don't think so," he answered. Her brows furrowed, trying to understand what part of what she'd told him had been somewhat interesting. She'd barely noticed that he hadn't looked away from her once. Hadn't bothered to check the clock on the wall. Or at Mr. Molina who was helping a group behind them. Or if the snow had stopped. "I can usually read people easily, but I'm struggling to read you."

"Really?" Her brow arch, questioning him, "But I'm being up front."

"Mostly," Edward clarified.

By the time class came to an end, it was obvious to both side that separation wasn't ideal. Mike had come in intervening like he hadn't even seen Edward reaching for his things to join Lux. "That was awful," he'd muttered pushing her out the door gently and away from Edward, "They all looked the same. Bella should be glad she missed. And you, you're lucky you had Cullen as a partner."

"I didn't have any trouble with it," Lux shrugged, falling into step with Mike as he led the way to her locker. Mike only huffed, "Cullen seemed friendly enough today." Lux examined his facial expression for a moment, not missing the slight roll of his eyes. If anything it looked like he wasn't pleased to even mention Edward.

"I wonder what was with him last Monday."

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