Twilight: But it's a Thriller and I Never Read Twilight

((Trigger Warnings at the end of chapter. Expect updates on Sundays))

It was going to be a few weeks before we got the chance to go fishing together with all of Charlie's work in town, but at the very least, it gave me something to look forward to. But the issue that had arisen with Edward's blank stares was turning into another problem entirely. He had somehow managed to wedge himself into my head day and night. I shivered at the thought of being in the same room as him, but every day, bright an early I had to sit right next to him in the front of biology.

On the Monday I returned from the Quileute treaty land having spent the weekend checking out all of Jacob's favorite parts of La Push and the forest surrounding it, Edward leaned over to me during class, lowering his head as if to tell me a secret. His breath was cold and sent rising gooseflesh all over my arm as if he radiated the cold. But maybe that was just because I couldn't stand to be around him.

"Your Quileute friend, is he—"

I ducked away from him. "He's fine," I said, hoping he'd drop it.

Edward didn't move from his lowered position and from this angle, I couldn't see his eyes. That thought was almost worse, that he could see me, but I couldn't see those atrocious eyes. A moment passed and he didn't say anything. I thought he was done, but he just stayed there, close to me, and I was sure I heard him sniffle a bit like he was sniffing me.

"I was just wondering if your Quileute friend was Jacob Black," he said and backed up, straightening himself out once again.

He looked at me now with that unblinking gaze, waiting for me to answer as if he hadn't just proven to me that he really was some kind of creep. It was plausible that he knew Jacob Black and maybe even his whole family. It was even possible that he'd seen Jacob's name on my phone and connected the dots to figure out exactly who he was, but something about how he asked me stirred my stomach. The question felt like a threat. The way he'd reacted to learn I had a friend from the reservation at all had seemed like a warning. I didn't know how to respond, how to gage Edward's true intentions, whether he planned to hurt Jacob or not.

I settled for a straightforward probe. "Why do you ask?"

He nodded his head as if agreeing with me, as if there was anything to agree with. "It's a small town," he said. "Everybody knows everybody's problems."

I scoffed. "If you're trying to tell me he has some big dark secret, I don't want to hear it."

"No," Edward said. "It's just better you hang out with Jacob than other people over there." Over there.

I gritted my teeth and looked back to Mr. Molina. I had hoped this would stop, that someone would notice how uncomfortable Edward was making me, but no one seemed to do anything. Did they all, like Angela and Jessica, honestly believe he had some kind of awkward crush on me?

For the rest of class, I was quiet. Edward didn't add anything more and I didn't have anything to say to him. It wasn't until the bell rang above me that I got the nerve to say anything more to him. Getting up and slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I gave him a suspicious look.

"What's your problem?" I demanded after most of the students had left the room. Only Mr. Molina was still standing before the board, paying little attention to the scene I was making.

Edward glanced his way, probably looking for some support as I stared him down. He looked suddenly uncomfortable with everything that was happening like he never expected me to confront him about his weird stares and judgements. I just stood there, waiting for him to answer, my head seething and growing hotter with every moment he delayed.