foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

I held on to the car with weak legs, no wonder he got out of the car and gave me the sober drink and sandwich that Esme said was made by himself, because he was afraid that I was busy protecting my life and accidentally wasting her heart.Ah, the old fox!

Edward is very satisfied with the sight of me going crazy. Yesterday he was tossed and collapsed by me.This is nothing in comparison.

He leaned closer to my ear and said very softly: "If you don't remember, how can the charming Chris remember Esme?"

Oops!

There was a thunder in my heart at his words, and I was sober inside and out.

"Hey, Chris~" Alice greeted first, and Jasper also got out of the car with a smile.

Jasper's state today seemed like yesterday's riot was a fake, and the Karens also came to the school to park their cars one after another.They looked very happy, though Rosalie snorted when she saw me.

Seeing me frozen in place as if petrified, they all looked curiously at Edward, who was the opposite of me, smiling brightly.

"Come with us after school. I'll be with you in the last class. Don't try to run away." Edward nodded at me after warning, and left with the Karens satisfied, leaving a poor lonely The miserable me is messy in the wind.

This led me to enter the classroom door stepping on the class bell, and sat down in my seat in fear of Ms. Ian's sharp gaze.Huh...Uncle Mike, your niece is very tired.

"Chris—here!" A girl with black hair and curly hair wearing a beige sweater jacket whispered. "Just now in the parking lot, I saw you get out of Edward Cullen's car."

I squinted and searched for the name of the girl with flickering eyes in my mind. Forgive me for not being here for a long time and only thinking of being a passerby. After thinking for a few seconds, I remembered that she and Mike often played together.

"Angela?"

"Yes, it's me." She seemed to have something important to say, and after holding back for a while, she turned her head and looked at the blackboard.Seeing that Ms. Ian was still writing math equations on the blackboard, Angela breathed a sigh of relief before finishing the rest: "You...are you with Edward?"

"Heh..." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but I thought it was something important so I kept listening carefully.Seeing that she was still staring at me, but I no longer wanted to appreciate those flickering eyes, I answered her frankly: "No."

"Huh—" Hearing this answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone instantly became polite, "Thank you."

After Angela finished speaking, she didn't turn around again.

"..."

Classmates, do you want to be so obvious? Hey! ?

Is this girl's charm so weak? I gulped down the hangover tea prepared by Esme depressedly.

"Hey, honey lemon..." I smacked my mouth, remembering that I haven't eaten breakfast yet.I took a peek at Ms. Ian, who was as serious as usual, and happily ate the sandwich.

Huh...there is actually ham...and fried eggs, so happy.

The chirping of birds outside the window was very pleasant, and it was only when I heard the last class that Edward and I formed a group of biological experiment courses that I remembered the threat that Edward had ordered me to leave school in the morning.It's like the existence of a death notice, you know it but you can't hide it, torturing you until the last second.

"Pfft—" He laughed lowly.

"..." I stared at him aggressively at the last second, this girl was stimulated by his peach blossoms today, be careful... I will take your ugly photo and send it to her!

"..." Edward looked at me strangely as if he had eaten a fly. "Do you know that you can't take ugly photos of me?"

"Huh, what nonsense are you talking about!" I buried my head to observe the onion slices under the microscope, trying to get back.

...Wait, what I just said seems to be an inner monologue, right? !

Edward propped his chin lazily with his hands, and watched me staring up at him in horror, unable to speak.

"You you you..." Why did I hear my inner os again!

I remember that I had already tried it yesterday. If I remember correctly, Edward didn't hear me scolding him in my heart.

He frowned, glanced casually at the microscope, and wrote down the stages of the onion slicing.

I wrote down his answer, but accidentally wrote Edward's name.My mind was in a mess, and I was in a hurry to write it again.