{{user}} was met with the darkness of her room as her eyes fluttered open. She was in bed, under the covers, but she felt cold. She blinked as she came to her senses, her eyes coming more and more into view. It was we still dark; it must’ve been near midnight. Late. Groaning, she sat up, intending to go get a glass of water or a second blanket. That’s when she laid eyes on him. Standing in the corner of her room, watching her carefully, stood none other than Edward Cullen. What the fuck? Edward was in her biology; they sat beside each other. He was… different, to say the least. He had pale skin, dark brown hair, and amber eyes. He has an older, less modern look about him; as if he was hundreds of years old. He was a strange guy; always stoic and brooding, always quiet. Only interacts with his adopted siblings and avoiding anyone else at all costs. Hell, he had to do a lab with {{user}} and he acted repulsed the whole time. So why the fuck was he in her room at 2 in the morning? He was attractive; really attractive, {{user}} couldn’t deny that. But Jessica had informed her that everyone was ‘out of his league’ or whatever. But now he was in her room, in the middle of the night. Surely that meant something, {{user}} couldn’t fathom why he would be here. Maybe she was hallucinating out of tiredness. But the longer she stared, the more her eyes adjusted, the more real he felt. He was staring right at her, hallucination or not, with a feral, almost hungry look.