 Bella foolishly wore a white shirt to class today. I can't tell where her skin stops and the fabric of the tea starts. She's wearing a full body onesie. Edward introduces himself. Hello. He's very mysterious. And that turns me on. They're in a science lab, but the real chemistry taking place is between these two. Bella's now performing a sequence of body spasms, fidgets, and just acting like an all-around fucktard. She also can't seem to close her mouth completely. I don't know if it's some sort of an illness. Dedrick walks her to her locker. At this point, she has lost full control of her eyelids. Houston, we have a problem with her eyelids.