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stacked　them　into　a　pile。　He　handed　them　to　me；　his　face　hard。　

〃Thank　you；〃　I　said　icily。　

His　eyes　narrowed。　

〃You're　wele；〃　he　retorted。　

I　straightened　up　swiftly；　turned　away　from　him　again；　and　stalked　off　to　
Gym　without　looking　back。　

Gym　was　brutal。　We'd　moved　on　to　basketball。　My　team　never　passed　me　the　
ball；　so　that　was　good；　but　I　fell　down　a　lot。　Sometimes　I　took　people　
with　me。　Today　I　was　worse　than　usual　because　my　head　was　so　filled　with　
Edward。　I　tried　to　concentrate　on　my　feet；　but　he　kept　creeping　back　into　
my　thoughts　just　when　I　really　needed　my　balance。　

It　was　a　relief；　as　always；　to　leave。　I　almost　ran　to　the　truck；　there　
were　just　so　many　people　I　wanted　to　avoid。　The　truck　had　suffered　only　
minimal　damage　in　the　accident。　I'd　had　to　replace　the　taillights；　and　if　
I'd　had　a　real　paint　job；　I　would　have　touched　that　up。　Tyler's　parents　
had　to　sell　their　van　for　parts。　

I　almost　had　a　stroke　when　I　rounded　the　corner　and　saw　a　tall；　dark　
figure　leaning　against　the　side　of　my　truck。　Then　I　realized　it　was　just　
Eric。　I　started　walking　again。　

〃Hey；　Eric；〃　I　called。　

〃Hi；　Bella。〃　

〃What's　up？〃　I　said　as　I　was　unlocking　the　door。　I　wasn't　paying　
attention　to　the　unfortable　edge　in　his　voice；　so　his　next　words　took　
me　by　surprise。　

〃Uh；　I　was　just　wondering…　if　you　would　go　to　the　spring　dance　with　me？〃　
His　voice　broke　on　the　last　word。　

〃I　thought　it　was　girls'　choice；〃　I　said；　too　startled　to　be　diplomatic。　

〃Well；　yeah；〃　he　admitted；　shamefaced。　

I　recovered　my　posure　and　tried　to　make　my　smile　warm。　〃Thank　you　for　
asking　me；　but　I'm　going　to　be　in　Seattle　that　day。〃　

〃Oh；〃　he　said。　〃Well；　maybe　next　time。〃　

〃Sure；〃　I　agreed；　and　then　bit　my　lip。　I　wouldn't　want　him　to　take　that　
too　literally。　

He　slouched　off；　back　toward　the　school。　I　heard　a　low　chuckle。　

Edward　was　walking　past　the　front　of　my　truck；　looking　straight　forward；　
his　lips　pressed　together。　I　yanked　the　door　open　and　jumped　inside；　
slamming　it　loudly　behind　me。　I　revved　the　engine　deafeningly　and　
reversed　out　into　the　aisle。　Edward　was　in　his　car　already；　two　spaces　
down；　sliding　out　smoothly　in　front　of　me；　cutting　me　off。　He　stopped　
there　—　to　wait　for　his　family；　I　could　see　the　four　of　them　walking　this　
way；　but　still　by　the　cafeteria。　I　considered　taking　out　the　rear　of　his　
shiny　Volvo；　but　there　were　too　many　witnesses。　I　looked　in　my　rearview　
mirror。　A　line　was　beginning　to　form。　Directly　behind　me；　Tyler　Crowley　
was　in　his　recently　acquired　used　Sentra；　waving。　I　was　too　aggravated　to　
acknowledge　him。　

While　I　was　sitting　there；　looking　everywhere　but　at　the　car　in　front　of　
me；　I　heard　a　knock　on　my　passenger　side　window。　I　looked　over；　it　was　
Tyler。　I　glanced　back　in　my　rearview　mirror；　confused。　His　car　was　still　
running；　the　door　left　open。　I　leaned　across　the　cab　to　crank　the　window　
down。　It　was　stiff。　I　got　it　halfway　down；　then　gave　up。　

〃I'm　sorry；　Tyler；　I'm　stuck　behind　Cullen。〃　I　was　annoyed　—　obviously　
the　holdup　wasn't　my　fault。　

〃Oh；　I　know　—　I　just　wanted　to　ask　you　something　while　we're　trapped　
here。〃　He　grinned。　

This　could　not　be　happening。　

〃Will　you　ask　me　to　the　spring　dance？〃　he　continued。　

〃I'm　not　going　to　be　in　town；　Tyler。〃　My　voice　sounded　a　little　sharp。　I　
had　to　remember　it　wasn't　his　fault　that　Mike　and　Eric　had　already　used　
up　my　quota　of　patience　for　the　day。　

〃Yeah；　Mike　said　that；〃　he　admitted。　

〃Then　why　—〃　

He　shrugged。　〃I　was　hoping　you　were　just　letting　him　down　easy。〃　

Okay；　it　was　pletely　his　fault。　

〃Sorry；　Tyler；〃　I　said；　working　to　hide　my　irritation。　〃I　really　am　going　
out　of　town。〃　

〃That's　cool。　We　still　have　prom。〃　

And　before　I　could　respond；　he　was　walking　back　to　his　car。　I　could　feel　
the　shock　on　my　face。　I　looked　forward　to　see　Alice；　Rosalie；　Emmett；　and　
Jasper　all　sliding　into　the　Volvo。　In　his　rearview　mirror；　Edward's　eyes　
were　on　me。　He　was　unquestionably　shaking　with　laughter；　as　if　he'd　heard　
every　word　Tyler　had　said。　My　foot　itched　toward　the　gas　pedal…　one　
little　bump　wouldn't　hurt　any　of　them；　just　that　glossy　silver　paint　job。　
I　revved　the　engine。　

But　they　were　all　in；　and　Edward　was　speeding　away。　I　drove　home　slowly；　
carefully；　muttering　to　myself　the　whole　way。　

When　I　got　home；　I　decided　to　make　chicken　enchiladas　for　dinner。　It　was　
a　long　process；　and　it　would　keep　me　busy。　While　I　was　simmering　the　
onions　and　chilies；　the　phone　rang。　I　was　almost　afraid　to　answer　it；　but　
it　might　be　Charlie　or　my　mom。　

It　was　Jessica；　and　she　was　jubilant；　Mike　had　caught　her　after　school　to　
accept　her　invitation。　I　celebrated　with　her　briefly　while　I　stirred。　She　
had　to　go；　she　wanted　to　call　Angela　and　Lauren　to　tell　them。　I　suggested　
—　with　casual　innocence　—　that　maybe　Angela；　the　shy　girl　who　had　Biology　

with　me；　could　ask　Eric。　And　Lauren；　a　standoffish　girl　who　had　always　
ignored　me　at　the　lunch　table；　could　ask　Tyler；　I'd　heard　he　was　still　
available。　Jess　thought　that　was　a　great　idea。　Now　that　she　was　sure　of　
Mike；　she　actually　sounded　sincere　when　she　said　she　wished　I　would　go　to　
the　dance。　I　gave　her　my　Seattle　excuse。　

After　I　hung　up；　I　tried　to　concentrate　on　dinner　—　dicing　the　chicken　
especially；　I　didn't　want　to　take　another　trip　to　the　emergency　room。　But　
my　head　was　spinning；　trying　to　analyze　every　word　Edward　had　spoken　
today。　What　did　he　mean；　it　was　better　if　we　weren't　friends？　

My　stomach　twisted　as　I　realized　what　he　must　have　meant。　He　must　see　how　
absorbed　I　was　by　him；　he　must　not　want　to　lead　me　on…　so　we　couldn't　
even　be　friends…　because　he　wasn't　interested　in　me　at　all。　

Of　course　he　wasn't　interested　in　me；　I　thought　angrily；　my　eyes　stinging　
—　a　delayed　reaction　to　the　onions。　I　wasn't　interesting。　And　he　was。　
Interesting…　and　brilliant…　and　mysterious…　and　perfect…　and　beautiful…　
and　possibly　able　to　lift　fullsized　vans　with　one　hand。　

Well；　that　was　fine。　I　could　leave　him　alone。　I　would　leave　him　alone。　I　
would　get　through　my　selfimposed　sentence　here　in　purgatory；　and　then　
hopefully　some　school　in　the　Southwest；　or　possibly　Hawaii；　would　offer　
me　a　scholarship。　I　focused　my　thoughts　on　sunny　beaches　and　palm　trees　
as　I　finished　the　enchiladas　and　put　them　in　the　oven。　

Charlie　seemed　suspicious　when　he　came　home　and　smelled　the　green　
peppers。　I　couldn't　blame　him　—　the　closest　edible　Mexican　food　was　
probably　in　southern　California。　But　he　was　a　cop；　even　if　just　a　
smalltown　cop；　so　he　was　brave　enough　to　take　the　first　bite。　He　seemed　
to　like　it。　It　was　fun　to　watch　as　he　slowly　began　trusting　me　in　the　
kitchen。　

〃Dad？〃　I　asked　when　he　was　almost　done。　

〃Yeah；　Bella？〃　

〃Um；　I　just　wanted　to　let　you　know　that　I'm　going　to　Seattle　for　the　day　
a　week　from　Saturday…　if　that's　okay？〃　I　didn't　want　to　ask　permission　—　
it　set　a　bad　precedent　—　but　I　felt　rude；　so　I　tacked　it　on　at　the　end。　

〃Why？〃　He　sounded　surprised；　as　if　he　were　unable　to　imagine　something　
that　Forks　couldn't　offer。　

〃Well；　I　wanted　to　get　few　books　—　the　library　here　is　pretty　limited　—　
and　maybe　look　at　some　clothes。〃　I　had　more　money　than　I　was　used　to　
having；　since；　thanks　to　Charlie；　I　hadn't　had　to　pay　for　a　car。　Not　that　
the　truck　didn't　cost　me　quite　a　bit　in　the　gas　department。　

〃That　truck　probably　doesn't　get　very　good　gas　mileage；〃　he　said；　echoing　
my　thoughts。　

〃I　know；　I'll　stop　in　Montesano　and　Olympia　—　and　Taa　if　I　have　to。〃　

〃Are　you　going　all　by　yourself？〃　he　asked；　and　I　couldn't　tell　if　he　was　
suspicious　I　had　a　secret　boyfriend　or　just　worried　about　car　trouble。　

〃Yes。〃　

〃Seattle　is　a　big　city　—　you　could　get　lost；〃　he　fretted。　

〃Dad；　Phoenix　is　five　times　the　size　of　Seattle　—　and　I　can　read　a　map；　
don't　worry　about　it。〃　

〃Do　you　want　me　to　e　with　you？〃　

I　tried　to　be　crafty　as　I　hid　my　horror。　

〃That's　all　right；　Dad；　I'll　probably　just　be　in　dressing　rooms　all　day　—　
very　boring。〃　

〃Oh；　okay。〃　The　thought　of　sitting　in　women's　clothing　stores　for　any　

period　of　time　immediately　put　him　off。　

〃Thanks。〃　I　smiled　at　him。　

〃Will　you　be　back　in　time　for　the　dance？〃　

Grrr。　Only　in　a　town　this　small　would　a　father　know　when　the　high　school　
dances　were。　

〃No　—　I　don't　dance；　Dad。〃　He；　of　all　people；　should　understand　that　—　I　
didn't　get　my　balance　problems　from　my　mother。　

He　did　understand。　〃Oh；　that's　right；〃　he　realized。　

The　next　morning；　when　I　pulled　into　the　parking　lot；　I　deliberately　
parked　as　far　as　possible　from　the　silver　Volvo。　I　didn't　want　to　put　
myself　in　the　path　of　too　much　temptation　and　end　up　owing　him　a　new　car。　
Getting　out　of　the　cab；　I　fumbled　with　my　key　and　it　fell　into　a　puddle　
at　my　feet。　As　I　bent　to　get　it；　a　white　hand　flashed　out　and　grabbed　it　
before　I　could。　I　jerked　upright。　Edward　Cullen　was　right　next　to　me；　
leaning　casually　against　my　truck。　

〃How　do　you　do　that？〃　I　asked　in　amazed　irritation。　

〃Do　what？〃　He　held　my　key　out　as　he　spoke。　As　I　reached　for　it；　he　
dropped　it　into　my　palm。　

〃Appear　out　of　thin　air。〃　

〃Bella；　it's　not　my　fault　if　you　are　exceptionally　unobservant。〃　His　
voice　was　quiet　as　usual　—　velvet；　muted。　

I　scowled　at　his　perfect　face。　His　eyes　were　light　again　today；　a　deep；　
golden　honey　color。　Then　I　had　to　look　down；　to　reassemble　my　nowtangled　
thoughts。　

〃Why　the　traffic　jam　last　night？〃　I　demanded；　still　looking　away。　〃I　
thought　you　were　supposed　to　be　pretending　I　don't　exist；　not　irritating　
me　to　death。〃　

〃That　was　for　Tyler's　sake；　not　mine。　I　had　to　give　him　his　chance。〃　He　
snickered。　

〃You…〃　I　gasped。　I　couldn't　think　of　a　bad　enough　word。　It　felt　like　the　
heat　of　my　anger　should　physically　burn　him；　but　he　only　seemed　more　
amused。　

〃And　I'm　not　pretending　you　don't　exist；〃　he　continued。　

〃So　you　are　trying　to　irritate　me　to　death？　Since　Tyler's　van　didn't　do　
the　job？〃　

Anger　flashed　in　his　tawny　eyes。　His　lips　pressed　into　a　hard　line；　all　
signs　of　humor　gone。　

〃Bella；　you　are　utterly　absurd；〃　he　said；　his　low　voice　cold。　

My　palms　tingled　—　I　wanted　so　badly　to　hit　something。　I　was　surprised　at　
myself。　I　was　usually　a　nonviolent　person。　I　turned　my　back　and　started　
to　walk　away。　

〃Wait；〃　he　called。　I　kept　walking；　sloshing　angrily　through　the　rain。　But　
he　was　next　to　me；　easily　keeping　pace。　

〃I'm　sorry；　that　was　rude；〃　he　said　as　we　walked。　I　ignored　him。　〃I'm　not　
saying　it　isn't　true；〃　he　continued；　〃but　it　was　rude　to　say　it；　anyway。〃　

〃Why　won't　you　leave　me　alone？〃　I　grumbled。　

〃I　wanted　to　ask　you　something；　but　you　sidetracked　me；〃　he　chuckled。　He　
seemed　to　have　recovered　his　good　humor。　

〃Do　you　have　a　multiple　personality　disorder？〃　I　asked　severely。　

〃You're　doing　it　again。〃　

I　sighed。　〃Fine　then。　What　do　you　want　to　ask？〃　

〃I　was　wondering　if；　a　week　from　Saturday　—　you　know；　the　day　of　the　
spring　dance　—〃　

〃Are　you　trying　to　be　funny？〃　I　interrupted　him；　wheeling　toward　him。　My　
face　got　drenched　as　I　looked　up　at　his　expression。　

His　eyes　were　wickedly　amused。　〃Will　you　please　allow　me　to　finish？〃　

I　bit　my　lip　and　clasped　my　hands　together；　interlocking　my　fingers；　so　I　
couldn't　do　anything　rash。　

〃I　heard　you　say　you　were　going　to　Seattle　that　day；　and　I　was　wondering　
if　you　wanted　a　ride。〃　

That　was　unexpected。　

〃What？〃　I　wasn't　sure　what　he　was　getting　at。　

〃Do　you　want　a　ride　to　Seattle？〃　

〃With　who？〃　I　asked；　mystified。　

〃Myself；　obviously。〃　He　enunciated　every　syllable；　as　if　he　were　talking　
to　someone　mentally　handicapped。　

I　was　still　stunned。　〃Why？〃　

〃Well；　I　was　planning　to　go　to　Seattle　in　the　next　few　weeks；　and；　to　be　
honest；　I'm　not　sure　if　your　truck　can　make　it。〃　

〃My　truck　works　just　fine；　thank　you　very　much　for　your　concern。〃　I　
started　to　walk　again；　but　I　was　too　surprised　to　maintain　the　same　level　
of　anger。　

〃But　can　your　truck　make　it　there　on　one　tank　of　gas？〃　He　matched　my　pace　
again。　

〃I　don't　see　how　that　is　any　of　your　business。〃　Stupid；　shiny　Volvo　owner。　

〃The　wasting　of　finite　resources　is　everyone's　business。〃　

〃Honestly；　Edward。〃　I　felt　a　thrill　go　through　me　as　I　said　his　name；　and　
I　hated　it。　〃I　can't　keep　up　with　you。　I　thought　you　didn't　want　to　be　my　
friend。〃　

〃I　said　it　would　be　better　if　we　weren't　friends；　not　that　I　didn't　want　
to　be。〃　

〃Oh；　thanks；　now　that's　all　cleared　up。〃　Heavy　sarcasm。　I　realized　I　had　
stopped　walking　again。　We　were　under　the　shelter　of　the　cafeteria　roof　
now；　so　I　could　more　easily　look　at　his　face。　Which　certainly　didn't　help　
my　clarity　of　thought。　

〃It　would　be　more…　prudent　for　you　not　to　be　my　friend；〃　he　explained。　
〃But　I'm　tired　of　trying　to　stay　away　from　you；　Bella。〃　

His　eyes　were　gloriously　intense　as　he　uttered　that　last　sentence；　his　
voice　smoldering。　I　couldn't　remember　how　to　breathe。　

〃Will　you　go　with　me　to　Seattle？〃　he　asked；　still　intense。　

I　couldn't　speak　yet；　so　I　just　nodded。　

He　smiled　briefly；　and　then　his　face　became　serious。　

〃You　really　should　stay　away　from　me；〃　he　warned。　〃I'll　see　you　in　class。〃　

He　turned　abruptly　and　walked　back　the　way　we'd　e。　

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5。　BLOOD　TYPE　




I　made　my　way　to　English　in　a　daze。　I　didn't　even　realize　when　I　first　
walked　in　that　class　had　already　started。　

〃Thank　you　for　joining　us；　Miss　Swan；〃　Mr。　Mason　said　in　a　disparaging　
tone。　

I　flushed　and　hurried　to　my　seat。　

It　wasn't　till　class　ended　that　I　realized　Mike　wasn't　sitting　in　his　
usual　seat　next　to　me。　I　felt　a　twinge　of　guilt。　But　he　and　Eric　both　met　
me　at　the　door　as　usual；　so　I　figured　I　wasn't　totally　unforgiven。　Mike　
seemed　to　bee　more　himself　as　we　walked；　gaining　enthusiasm　as　he　
talked　about　the　weather　report　for　this　weekend。　The　rain　was　supposed　
to　take　a　minor　break；　and　so　maybe　his　beach　trip　would　be　possible。　I　
tried　to　sound　eager；　to　make　up　for　disappointing　him　yesterday。　It　was　
hard；　rain　or　no　rain；　it　would　still　only　be　in　the　high　forties；　if　we　
were　lucky。　

The　rest　of　the　morning　passed　in　a　blur。　It　was　difficult　to　believe　
that　I　hadn't　just　imagined　what　Edward　had　said；　and　the　way　his　eyes　
had　looked。　Maybe　it　was　just　a　very　convincing　dream　that　I'd　confused　
with　reality。　That　seemed　more　probable　than　that　I　really　appealed　to　
him　on　any　level。　

So　I　was　impatient　and　frightened　as　Jessica　and　I　entered　the　cafeteria。　
I　wanted　to　see　his　face；　to　see　if　he'd　gone　back　to　the　cold；　
indifferent　person　I'd　known　for　the　last　several　weeks。　Or　if；　by　some　
miracle；　I'd　really　heard　what　I　thought　I'd　heard　this　morning。　Jessica　
babbled　on　and　on　about　her　dance　plans　—　Lauren　and　Angela　had　asked　the　
other　boys　and　they　were　all　going　together　—　pletely　unaware　of　my　
inattention。　

Disappointment　flooded　through　me　as　my　eyes　unerringly　focused　on　his　
table。　The　other　four　were　there；　but　he　was　absent。　Had　he　gone　home？　I　
followed　the　stillbabbling　Jessica　through　the　line；　crushed。　I'd　lost　
my　appetite　—　I　bought　nothing　but　a　bottle　of　lemonade。　I　just　wanted　to