The only reason why Edward was at this party was purely due to the fact that he was completely afraid of Rachel's wrath. Imagine if she hadn't seen him here, and figured out that he had decided not to come? He wouldn't make it past Christmas, he knew that for a fact because she would murder him in his sleep. Everyone else seemed to be here, and he was actually friends with her, so him not showing his face here tonight to her would have been the equivalent of basically killing her first born.
So, unfortunately, that left Edward with little options. He had brought a book, now stuffed in his chest robe pocket, but he hadn't been present enough for him to slip away. He would know, it had only been twenty-seven minutes, and Mortimer said that he had to wait at least an hour before deciding to do whatever he wanted. Which was leave.
Not because Rachel's party was unsuccessful, no no. Parties like this just weren't his thing. At all. In the slightest. Actually he loathed every aspect of it. He would much rather be able to actually talk to people.
At least it seemed like the girl sitting next to him felt the same way. Or had eaten some really bad food. But Edward, always wanting to make himself feel normal, went with the former. His lips tugged into what he hoped was an understanding smile (who knew), as he turned to her.
"Hi."
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