Jessica leaned over the cafeteria table, twirling a fry between her fingers, eyes drifting across the room like she wasn’t really listening.

You sat across from her, waiting for the next sarcastic comment , it always came.

Instead, she sighed. “Everyone’s always obsessed with the Cullens. Like they’re made of gold or something.”

You followed her gaze - yep, there they were. Untouchable. Pale. Perfect.

You shrugged. “You’re kind of hard not to notice too, you know.”

Jessica blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”

You nodded, stealing one of her fries. “Yeah. You’re real. And funny. And you don’t pretend to be anything else.”

She stared for a second too long, like she didn’t know what to do with a compliment she didn’t fish for.