Edward Cullen x Reader

Edward

At your locker, it took a few tries to open it. You hung your bag up on a hook and got ready for lunch. You wrapped a book in your arms and shut your locker. As soon as you turned around, he was there. He stared deep into your eyes, stopping you from leaving. His arms pinned you against your locker without touching you. You gasped and he cleared his throat. He reared away, his look apologetic. "Sorry, I kind of... slipped," he said, his voice velvety smooth. His eyes were like liquid gold, burning into yours. "Where are my manners? I should introduce myself," he smiled gently. "I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." You stared at him blankly, marveled by his movie-star looks. His face was only mere inches away from yours. "I-I'm (Y/N) (L/N). N-nice to meet you." you managed to choke out. He chuckled lightly before standing backwards far enough for you to breathe. He slightly tilted his head, as if to study your features a little more closely. You looked away. "I have to get to lunch..." you muttered. He nodded respectively, letting you pass. He stayed by your locker, watching your every move. He stared at you the whole way to lunch, not breaking eye contact. You noticed the brunette storm over to him, her face covered in jealousy. They started talking, but you were too far away to listen. Edward pointed in your direction a few times. The brunette glared at you and stomped off.