Time continued on. It wasn't the end of the world. It was just the end of hers.
Yet, he barged in and forced her to fix it like it was his job to.
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Or, in which, Edward asks out a girl that he doesn't stalk.
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It was a strange experience for Abby to watch Jason leave every morning - earlier than her - when he hasn't lived in Forks for seven years. The second he got accepted to Washington State, he left as fast as he could. He never liked Forks - he hated small towns. And now, here he was back for his little sister.
Abby would never tell him how unbearably guilty she felt for dragging him back to Forks just because she was 17 and a minor. But she needed him. She truly believed she couldn't handle a life without him and them. At the end of the day, she couldn't feel more grateful that he stopped his life in Seattle to come back to her. There was no one else in the world she'd live with in this empty house other than him.
She heard Jason's car pull out of the driveway and she grabbed a granola bar to eat for breakfast before reaching for her bag. She was just about to grab her books to get some early morning studying done when she suddenly heard a knock at her door. Abby raised an eyebrow at the door, wondering who the hell would be knocking at 7:15 in the morning.
She figured it couldn't be a criminal because what criminal knocks? In broad daylight? She walked over and opened it, withholding a gasp when she saw a familiar crooked smile upon a disastrously handsome man.
Abby was sure she standing at her doorway with her mouth hanging wide open like a fish so she shook her stunned expression off her face before asking, "Edward, what're you doing here?"
His slightly bushy brows pushed toward the middle of his head before he said, in a tone that almost sounded like a question, "I thought I said I was driving."
"Yes. After school," she emphasized. Abby then wondered, "How'd you even know where I live?" He was leaning against the doorframe and even a simple lean made her heart want to beat out of her chest. The thumping of her heart raging against her ribcage reminded her of a jackhammer, incessant and powerful.
Edward's smirk didn't leave his face as he answered, "It's a small town, Abigail. I just asked the school aid where I could find you because you," he suddenly held up her sketchbook that she didn't notice before, "dropped your sketchbook in the hallway after art yesterday and I saved it from getting trampled. So, you're welcome."
She walked closer to the door frame and instantly realized the height difference between the two of them. Abby was an average 5'4" compared to his clearly staggering height of over six feet and it took every bone in her body to not want his body to encompass hers, to protect hers. He was lean, in the best way - not skinny by all means because he had clear protruding muscles popping out of the burgundy crew neck sweater he wore today.
He made her want to dig a hole and lie in it forever.
"Thank you," Abby whispered, taking the book from him and almost stepped back when her fingers brushed against the tips of his. Maybe it was because he felt like ice, or maybe it was because she'd always liked the cold, or maybe it was because his butterscotch eyes were piercing her rather plain ones but she swallowed saliva into her rapidly drying throat thinking of how a deep red has now darkened her cheeks.
