A Midnight Kiss ~Twilight Saga FanFiction~

Chapter Six

It has been a week since I last spoke to Edward. Since that moment in the school hallway, he has barely said a word to me. I'm lucky if he even acknowledges my presence with a brief hello; most of the time, he gives me a quick nod and walks away. It's been incredibly difficult to start a conversation with him. In class, whenever I attempt to speak to him, he remains silent and avoids looking at me. He also seemed to walk faster to put distance between us when we passed each other in the hallways. I can't shake the feeling that his behavior started because I mentioned his eyes, or has he always been like this? I mean, on my first day he was ignoring me then all of a sudden he was nice to me just to go back to ignoring me again. All of this confusing behavior all because I mentioned his eyes. It felt like a whirlwind of confusion. Oh, I hate that I wished I could just look into his eyes once more. It's been ages since I've seen his eyes up close-only from afar. I've noticed that they've darkened again, almost a dark bronzey type of color. It's driving me mad trying to understand how his eyes shift from black to gold and back to black. I've also observed that Edward's siblings have golden eyes, just like he does. It confuses me since they're not meant to be related, so why do they share the same peculiar eye color? I tried to ask Alice about it, but she always changed the subject. I've given up on getting any answers from her.

On the bright side, last Thursday, I managed to impress Coach Clapp and made it onto the cheer team — Lauren was not happy. Meanwhile, Bella seems to be growing closer to Jessica and her group of friends while Jessica and Lauren ignore me now. Bella now sits with her friends at lunch and goes to classes with them; she's never alone anymore which saves me from having to spend time with her during school hours. I often find myself sitting at their table, reading, doing my homework, or heading to class by myself. Mike and Eric still talk to me, their pretty persistent. It feels as though I've been cast aside by the girls just because Edward spoke to me once. Strangely, though, I don't mind all that much. Alice has been visiting me at home a few times this week, helping with homework or just hanging out.

We chat about school and fashion, and sometimes she brings Jasper along. He seems more relaxed around me now. He used to be so tense, standing by the doorway as if he were waiting for an excuse to leave, but now he'll crack a smile, sit comfortably on the couch, and even join in our conversations. On the other hand, Pumpkin has been hiding whenever they come over. She hisses and scurries under my bed, only coming out once they leave. I guess she might be nervous around strangers. Despite everything, I've been feeling pretty happy since switching schools. It feels good to be making friends who aren't part of Bella's circle. For the first time in a while, I feel like I have my own life again.

Sitting at my desk, I finally finished my math homework. It was my least favorite subject, so I was glad to be done with it. I leaned back and stretched my arms with a satisfied groan. "Ah, finally!" I yawned loudly, glancing over at Pumpkin on the floor. She was jumping around, chasing a toy ball that Dad had bought her. It was hard to believe just one week ago I found her abandoned, now she was safe and loved. It made me happy to have her, she was a part of the family. I put my books away and tidied up my room, throwing dirty clothes into the hamper and making my bed.

After a few minutes of cleaning, I noticed that Pumpkin had stopped playing. She had begun pacing back and forth, her ears twitching as if she was hearing something my own ears couldn't. All of a sudden, Pumpkin's little body went rigid, and she emitted a low, warning growl, her eyes locked onto my bedroom door. Her behavior reminded me of the night I had that unsettling nightmare, even though it was still broad daylight and not even noon yet. I followed her gaze but saw nothing unusual-just the door.

"What is it, girl?" I asked, my unease growing. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something-or someone-might be on the other side of the door. I tried to push the thought out of my mind, but Pumpkin's continued agitation kept me on edge. Suddenly, a light tapping came from the wooden doorframe. Pumpkin yowled, darting under the bed and growling and hissing in distress. My hand trembled as I reached for the door handle, hesitating for a moment before turning and yanking the door open as wide as it would go. Standing just inches from the door was Alice, holding a garment bag that draped over her arms. "Oh, Alice! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Relief washed over me as I took in her presence. Alice stood there with effortless grace, her pixie cut perfectly framing her face. She wore a fitted navy blue blazer that accentuated her petite figure, with a crisp white blouse peeking out from underneath. Her black trousers ended just above her sleek black wedges. It was a stunning outfit, and I couldn't help but admire her impeccable style.