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Lost In Translation

Coincidence would have never done its play.

Resting on the cot that serves as my nesting place, enjoying the comfort of the soft cool throw and the downy pillow, the dim illumination from the sun through the window was just enough to spark my imagination and get my brain racing with thoughts of......Edward. God I need to stop thinking. Oh damn it's Friday, I have his class today.

It may all be just in my head. Maybe he's just being nice to me to help me. Some professors do that right? They all feel bad for there students that have to walk 5 miles on campus, so they offer them a ride. They all bring their students breakfast. Oh god I feel like Aria from pretty little liars. Except I'm not in high school I'm in college. Which makes it kind of legal? Well I am legal, Bella calm down nothing even happened. You're just over reacting as usual.

I need coffee. I need some energy. I somehow made my way to the kitchen half alive. Started the coffee machine.

The soothing aroma caresses my nasal passages, seeping through my lungs like a silk sheet. My mouth water as the coffee nears my quivering lips only to be taken in by a desperate yearning in my mouth. The coffee warms my tingling tongue as it slips through my ever welcoming throat. The satisfaction cannot be foretold with words as I am lacking in utter content of the very essence. Coffee to me is like the sun melting a long winter's snow.It warms the heart . I now must do decaf but the feeling is the same.Like being with your one and only true love. The passion it gives is like coming together for the first time. What love I have for this charming beverage. And the energy it'll hopefully give me soon, because I have class in two hours and I'm still in my jammies.

The way he looked at me yesterday wasn't normal. He sat right next to me, close to me. Staring, scanning, analyzing? There was something really strange about that. Like he has a mouth full of words to say but couldn't say it. Almost like he planned this whole thing from the beginning. Something doesn't add up.

He's body posture will shift as if he is shrinking, he will look tense, look around with suspicion, moving he's head, maybe crisping he's hands. He-he, he would look like as if he is having a conversation in he's head, I saw doubt in his eyes.

I'm definitely overthinking this. Bella he's just trying to be nice. Just overly nice I don't know why.

I picked up my cosmopolitan magazine and started reading an article about flirting:

  any type of talking, looking or slight touching that indicates an interest in another person romantically.

This can be done with cheesy lines, questions about the person, frequent or repeated compliments, a touch of the shoulder or back, or a playful look into someones eyes.

'Giving a person a certain look, hair flipping, leaning in towards the person, a quick touch on the arm or hand, a big smile, funny banter with a bit of innuendo'- Robin from Indiana quoted

Well this wasn't the best thing for me to read.

What did the text message mean? So he had a good day cause he saw me in the morning? But why would he tell me? None of this actually makes sense in my head. I'm starting to lose my mind.

"Bella, the package came for you." My mom yelled

I ran downstairs, without thinking.  I opened the huge white box and inside lay folded perfectly inside was a champagne golden gown folded into a square. I drew it out of its box and shook it out, then it revealed its true glory as I took in the beauty of it. The way the sequenced fabric flowed was elegant. If words could describe perfection, this would be it. I was itching to try it on. Suddenly, I felt excited.