The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Main Character: Bella
Word Count: 493
When someone calls a name that's not yours, you still tend to look, right? It's just instinct; someone calls out, and even if it's not your name, you'll probably look over your shoulder anyway.
This is especially true if a) you know almost everyone at the party and there are definitely no Jasmines, and b) they guy calling for Jasmine is this cute guy who's new in town.
So this guy, Edward—he's Alec's cousin, apparently—with his lanky limbs and sunburnt nose, is calling out "Jasmine" and, weirdly, looking right at me.
I tilt my head towards Victoria, and I try to speak without looking like I am so the words come out sort of smashed together. "Is he calling me Jasmine?"
"Uh, yeah." She tugs on one of her curls and it bounces like a spring. "Seems like it."
Well, that's awkward.
"Go with it," she says. "I dare you."
He's in front of me now. Smiling. His eyes are mostly green, but a little bit brown in the middle, and his front left tooth slightly overlaps the right one. Like they had a fight in his mouth over the best seats and there wasn't quite enough room for the left one but it wasn't going to budge. The same way Vic and I fight the boys over the backseat of the bus and even if it's forty degrees in the shade, I'll sit half on her lap the whole way home rather than have to sit somewhere else by myself.
"You're sunburnt," I tell him, because I'm a brilliant conversationalist. I don't mean to take up Victoria's dare. But he's so close and he's looking at me and he's smiling at me.
And he is also really, really red. Like cooked lobster red. Tomato red. Fire engine red. And other things that are very red.
So now it's too late. I've missed the chance to say, "Actually, it's Bella." I'm going to have to answer to Jasmine whenever I see this guy. Which, whatever. He's going to the local public school and I'm going to PLC now, so it's not like we're going to be sitting next to each other in Ancient History. Or Chemistry. Or the other subjects I signed up for this year but can't remember right now because this really cute boy who called me Jasmine is still smiling at me.
He rubs his nose and then winces, because like I said, sunburnt. "Yeah." He looks at his feet. He's wearing black Havis, like pretty much everyone else in the room. Except me. Mine are green.
From the corner of my eye I see Vic smirking at me, and I decide I want Edward to myself for a while.
"Hey," I say, "you wanna go outside?" And then, because I'm hilarious, I tap my nose. "Sun's set by now."
He shakes his head, but he follows me outside. Where he smiles at me some more.
A/N: IDK, maybe I left my run on this too late this year. We'll see. Thanks for reading. Shell x