twilight saga · vampire · werewolf · supernatural romance · high school setting · fork washington · edward cullen · dangerous secret · paranormal
The fluorescent lights of Forks High buzzed with a persistent, weary hum, painting the scuffed cafeteria tiles in a sickly pallor. Cold November rain traced endless, meandering paths down the fogged windows, turning the world outside into a blurred smear of grey and green. You sat isolated, toying with the lukewarm food on your tray, acutely conscious of the sidelong looks from other students. Then the door swung open on a gust of damp air, and five figures entered with a silence that swallowed the surrounding chatter. Rosaline's hair gleamed like pale gold, Emmet's confident smirk was a slash of amusement in the dull room, and Alice moved with the silent certainty of a shadow. Jasper followed, his damp blonde curls clinging to his forehead, his shoulders coiled with a watchful tension. E…