Wide awake

Chapter Fifteen Sourly Cinnamon

B.P.O.V

Edward never mentioned the toothbrush Thursday.

When I climbed up to his room, he was waiting there for me, like always. Hungry, bored and sketching. I was on his couch watching him eat, when I began struggling to imagine Edward at the party tomorrow. In my head I was putting together the perfect hangover remedy. But I didn’t want to pry, so when he was done we just talked about a new album he got. Anything but the party.

I almost felt resentful that I couldn’t be downstairs with him enjoying it. But I pushed that bitterness aside, because once the night was over, I would be the one he’d come to. When Edward closed his sketchbook at the end of the night, he looked really very tired, so I made my way to the bathroom, hoping to find my toothbrush still nestled in beside his.

I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting him to do with it, but I was happy when it was still there, just sitting next to his looking happy as a clam. I smiled at it before I plucked it up and finished my nightly routine.

We crawled into bed like always, turning off the light and scooping each other up. I didn’t get past the first verse of the song before Edward was asleep.

Friday started badly. When the alarm clock went off and Edward pulled away, I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the couch like always. But I stubbed my toe on the bed frame. I hopped the rest of the way to the sofa to get my bag, muttering low profanities that made Edward drowsily snicker from the bed. I glowered at him.

It was like the omen for my entire day. I slipped off the lattice 4 steps too early and landed on my back. It didn’t hurt me. Physically. Though my pride surely took a hit. I burned my wrist making bacon for Esme after I got home. Stupid splattering grease. I felt so betrayed.

On the way out the door to school with Alice, I hit my hip on the doorknob. Hard. I glowered at it sourly, and got into the yellow Porsche, just knowing. This was going to be one of those days. I couldn’t enjoy Alice’s enthusiasm over the whole Jasper situation on the way to school. And that just made me even more sour.

I failed my Trigonometry quiz rather thoroughly. It was my very first fail, and I shot daggers at the mocking red ‘F’ all first period. It was pouring all day, making my boots slippery, and my footing horrible. I nearly tripped twice in second period, which is saying a lot because I only stood up once. When I passed Edward out in the quad, he was entirely drenched, slippery black leather jacket and hair that I was dying to smooth back out of his eyes. And looking anywhere but at me.

I slopped into lunch with my hoodie weighing three times what it was meant to, and dripping like a wet cat over to Alice’s table. I flopped in my seat with a disgusting ‘splat’. I could almost hear her quirk an eyebrow at me, but I didn’t look up, just got out my book and opened it, my hair dripping little wet circles into the white pages. I really just wanted this day to be over. To be in Edward’s bed warm and dry and smelling him.

But when I walked into Biology, I found the universe really did hate me. Because Edward was already in his lab stool, and I slipped right in front of him. One second I was slopping towards the lab table, the next I was landing face first on the cold floor with another disgusting ‘splat’. I didn’t move at first. I just closed my eyes and laid there in my own self-induced puddle, sparing myself a few seconds to loathe my existence. Everyone else in the room was chuckling and snickering, but I didn’t care.

I slowly dragged myself off the cold – now wet – floor, and swatted the wet tendrils from my face furiously. I chanced a peek at Edward and he was glaring at everyone else in the room with his fists clenched tight at his sides. I felt my face soften when I realized he was mad that they were laughing at me. It made the rest of the class bearable.