the unofficial edward of vandy.

So my first week at Vandy I saw this guy whose striking resemblance to Rob Pattinson cannot be exaggerated. Vandy Edward dresses exquisitely, blazers, vests, scarves, every day of the freakin week.
It goes without saying that I made it a goal that I would become friends with him... Failure wasn't an option. To my great satisfaction, I discovered that I had become friends with someone (Chris) who was friends with VandyEdward. One morning, a serendipitous miracle occured in which I found myself sitting at a table with Chris and VandyEdward. Our first conversation went as follows:
me: [I sit down and look at him overeagerly because I know this secret about him.] "Hi. I'm Brittany."
VandyEdward: [Just looks at me and smiles... LIKE HE KNOWS THAT I HAVE THIS GIRLISH IDEA OF HIM. Note-VandyEdward doesn't introduce himself to me. I still don't know his name.]
me: [Thinking to self- "Crap. He's reading my mind. and I'm only thinking up retarded conspiracy theories about him being a vampire." I continue smiling and ask Chris about a math concept that I need help with.]
I run off to class texting Anabelle feverishly to tell her that I finally managed to meet Edward. She wants a picture. Edward and I aren't close enough for that yet. Far from it, as one can tell, because I still have to call him my his nickname. Thus: Goal Status: Underway, not yet attained.

My second time meeting him I decided that since he clearly wasn't going to admit anything I would just have to observe with elaborate scrutiny his every action and side conversation. Get this though... HE sat down next to ME. Granted, I was sitting with Chris again... Which Edward clearly used as a justification for sitting with me since he would have otherwise felt to uncomfortable to sit with me (ie. be alone with me and my delicious blood).
This particular morning I notice that, once again Edward is only drinking coffee. NO FOOD. Obviously he has a tendency to like hot drinks, and conveniently enough, coffee is darker than blood. It would be only too easy to dye blood black and call it socially acceptable to drink in public.
He sits down. And this time, I'm prepared for his mind games. I ask him for his name ("Sorry, I don't remember what you said you're name was..."). His name is Clayton.

The third breakfast. Scene opens. I'm sitting with Chris. Edward/Clayton is sitting in the same secluded spot as he was the previous two breakfasts. How had I not noticed this before? He avoids eating and socializing with humans. Except for me and Chris. Mostly Chris, but again, this is all just a fantastic strategy to get to "know" me. This breakfast is normal. Coffee again. Two cups. He's wearing a blazer that I wouldn't have had enough fashion sense to pick out.

Morning four. Chris skips breakfast. BUT Edward and I have spoken on 3 different occasions by this time, so perhaps it is time to take the relationship to the next level. I go to the secluded table. Of course he's there. I sit down.
me: [after some preliminary chit-chat] "I saw this morning that it was 45 degrees out, so I bundled up a little." (or some variation of this)
Edward: "I love the cold. I come to breakfast really early in the morning when no one is in here just to enjoy the cold and quiet." (again, a variation)
me: (to self- "?!?!?!"). Really? You wake yourself up for that?
Edward: "I don't like to sleep very much."
me: (to self- "This isn't real. Seriously? It's like he's trying.") [Silence].
Edward: "So how are you liking the cold weather?"
me: (I think I died.)

So far, this is it. If I go missing, you'll know why...