I followed her all day through other people’s eyes, barely aware of my own surroundings.

　　Not Mike Newton’s eyes, because I couldn’t stand any more of his offensivefantasies, and not Jessica Stanley’s, because her resentment toward Bella made me angryin a way that was not safe for the petty girl. Angela Weber was a good choice when hereyes were available; she was kind—her head was an easy place to be. And thensometimes it was the teachers who provided the best view.

　　I was surprised, watching her stumble through the day—tripping over cracks inthe sidewalk, stray books, and, most often, her own feet—that the people I eavesdroppedon thought of Bella as clumsy.

　　I considered that. It was true that she often had trouble staying upright. Iremembered her stumbling into the desk that first day, sliding around on the ice beforethe accident, falling over the low lip of the doorframe yesterday… How odd, they wereright. She was clumsy.

　　I didn’t know why this was so funny to me, but I laughed out loud as I walkedfrom American History to English and several people shot me wary looks. How had Inever noticed this before? Perhaps because there was something very graceful about herin stillness, the way she held her head, the arch of her neck…There was nothing graceful about her now. Mr. Varner watched as she caught thetoe of her boot on the carpet and literally fell into her chair.

　　I laughed again.

　　The time moved with incredible sluggishness while I waited for my chance to seeher with my own eyes. Finally, the bell rang. I strode quickly to the cafeteria to securemy spot. I was one of the first there. I chose a table that was usually empty, and wassure to remain that way with me seated here.

　　When my family entered and saw me sitting alone in a new place, they were notsurprised. Alice must have warned them.

　　Rosalie stalked past me without a glance.

　　  Idiot.

　　Rosalie and I had never had an easy relationship—I’d offended her the very firsttime she’d heard me speak, and it was downhill from there—but it seemed like she waseven more ill-tempered than usual the last few days. I sighed. Rosalie made everythingabout herself.

　　Jasper gave me half a smile as he walked by.

　　Good luck, he thought doubtfully.

　　Emmett rolled his eyes and shook his head.

　　Lost his mind, poor kid.

　　Alice was beaming, her teeth shining too brightly.

　　Can I talk to Bella now??

　　“Keep out of it,” I said under my breath.

　　Her face fell, and then brightened again.

　　Fine. Be stubborn. It’s only a matter of time.

　　I sighed again.

　　Don’t forget about today’s biology lab, she reminded me.

　　I nodded. No, I hadn’t forgotten that.

　　While I waited for Bella to arrive, I followed her in the eyes of the freshman whowas walking behind Jessica on his way to the cafeteria. Jessica was babbling about theupcoming dance, but Bella said nothing in response. Not that Jessica gave her much of achance.

　　The moment Bella walked through the door, her eyes flashed to the table wheremy siblings sat. She stared for a moment, and then her forehead crumpled and her eyesdropped to the floor. She hadn’t noticed me here.

　　She looked so…sad. I felt a powerful urge to get up and go to her side, tocomfort her somehow, only I didn’t know what she would find comforting. I had no ideawhat made her look that way. Jessica continued to jabber about the dance. Was Bellasad that she was going to miss it? That didn’t seem likely…But that could be remedied, if she wished.

　　She bought a drink for her lunch and nothing else. Was that right? Didn’t sheneed more nutrition than that? I’d never paid much attention to a human’s diet before.

　　  Humans were quite exasperatingly fragile! There were a million different thingsto worry about…“Edward Cullen is staring at you again,” I heard Jessica say. “I wonder why he’ssitting alone today?”

　　I was grateful to Jessica—though she was even more resentful now—becauseBella’s head snapped up and her eyes searched until they met mine.

　　There was no trace of sadness in her face now. I let myself hope that she’d beensad because she’d thought I’d left school early, and that hope made me smile.

　　I motioned with my finger for her to join me. She looked so startled by this that Iwanted to tease her again.

　　So I winked, and her mouth fell open.

　　“Does he mean you?” Jessica asked rudely.

　　“Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework,” she said in a low, uncertainvoice. “Um, I’d better go see what he wants.”

　　This was another yes.

　　She stumbled twice on her way to my table, though there was nothing in her waybut perfectly even linoleum. Seriously, how had I missed this before? I’d been payingmore attention to her silent thoughts, I supposed… What else had I missed?

　　Keep it honest, keep it light, I chanted to myself.

　　She stopped behind the chair across from me, hesitating. I inhaled deeply,through my nose this time rather than my mouth.

　　Feel the burn, I thought dryly.

　　“Why don’t you sit with me today?” I asked her.

　　She pulled the chair out and sat, staring at me the whole while. She seemednervous, but her physical acceptance was yet another yes.

　　I waited for her to speak.

　　It took a moment, but, finally, she said, “This is different.”

　　“Well…” I hesitated. “I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well doit thoroughly.”

　　  What had made me say that? I supposed it was honest, at least. And perhapsshe’d hear the unsubtle warning my words implied. Maybe she would realize that sheshould get up and walk away as quickly as possible…She didn’t get up. She stared at me, waiting, as if I’d left my sentence unfinished.

　　“You know I don’t have any idea what you mean,” she said when I didn’tcontinue.

　　That was a relief. I smiled.

　　“I know.”

　　It was hard to ignore the thoughts screaming at me from behind her back—and Iwanted to change the subject anyway.

　　“I think your friends are angry at me for stealing you.”

　　This did not appear to concern her. “They’ll survive.”

　　“I may not give you back, though.” I didn’t even know if I was trying to behonest now, or just trying to tease her again. Being near her made it hard to make senseof my own thoughts.

　　Bella swallowed loudly.

　　I laughed at her expression. “You look worried.” It really shouldn’t be funny…She should worry.

　　“No.” She was a bad liar; it didn’t help that her voice broke. “Surprised,actually…. What brought this on?”

　　“I told you,” I reminded her. “I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’mgiving up.” I held my smile in place with a bit of effort. This wasn’t working at all—trying to be honest and casual at the same time.

　　“Giving up?” she repeated, baffled.

　　“Yes—giving up trying to be good.” And, apparently, giving up trying to becasual. “I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.”

　　That was honest enough. Let her see my selfishness. Let that warn her, too.

　　“You lost me again.”

　　I was selfish enough to be glad that this was the case. “I always say too muchwhen I’m talking to you—that’s one of the problems.”

　　A rather insignificant problem, compared to the rest.

　　  “Don’t worry,” she reassured me. “I don’t understand any of it.”

　　Good. Then she’d stay. “I’m counting on that.”

　　“So, in plain English, are we friends now?”

　　I pondered that for a second. “Friends…” I repeated. I didn’t like the sound ofthat. It wasn’t enough.

　　“Or not,” she mumbled, looking embarrassed.

　　Did she think I didn’t like her that much?

　　I smiled. “Well, we can try, I suppose. But I’m warning you now that I’m not agood friend for you.”

　　I waited for her response, torn in two—wishing she would finally hear andunderstand, thinking I might die if she did. How melodramatic. I was turning into such ahuman.

　　Her heart beat faster. “You say that a lot.”

　　“Yes, because you’re not listening to me,” I said, too intense again. “I’m stillwaiting for you to believe it. If you’re smart, you’ll avoid me.”

　　Ah, but would I allow her to do that, if she tried?

　　Her eyes tightened. “I think you’ve made your opinion on the subject of myintellect clear, too.”

　　I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but I smiled in apology, guessing that Imust have offended her accidentally.

　　“So,” she said slowly. “As long as I’m being…not smart, we’ll try to be friends?”

　　“That sounds about right.”

　　She looked down, staring intently at the lemonade bottle in her hands.

　　The old curiosity tormented me.

　　“What are you thinking?” I asked—it was a relief to say the words out loud atlast.

　　She met my gaze, and her breathing sped while her cheeks flushed faint pink. Iinhaled, tasting that in the air.

　　“I’m trying to figure out what you are.”

　　I held the smile on my face, locking my features that way, while panic twistedthrough my body.

　　  Of course she was wondering that. She wasn’t stupid. I couldn’t hope for her tobe oblivious to something so obvious.

　　“Are you having any luck with that?” I asked as lightly as I could manage.

　　“Not too much,” she admitted.

　　I chuckled in sudden relief. “What are your theories?”

　　They couldn’t be worse than the truth, no matter what she’d come up with.

　　Her cheeks turned brighter red, and she said nothing. I could feel the warmth ofher blush in the air.

　　I tried using my persuasive tone on her. It worked well on normal humans.

　　“Won’t you tell me?” I smiled encouragingly.

　　She shook her head. “Too embarrassing.”

　　Ugh. Not knowing was worse than anything else. Why would her speculationsembarrass her? I couldn’t stand not knowing.

　　“That’s really frustrating, you know.”

　　My complaint sparked something in her. Her eyes flashed and her words flowedmore swiftly than usual.

　　“No, I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all—just because someonerefuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic littleremarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they couldpossibly mean…now, why would that be frustrating?”

　　I frowned at her, upset to realize that she was right. I wasn’t being fair.

　　She went on. “Or better, say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things—from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like apariah the next, and he never explained any of that either, even after he promised. That,also, would be very non-frustrating.”

　　It was the longest speech I’d ever heard her make, and it gave me a new qualityfor my list.

　　“You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?”

　　“I don’t like double standards.”

　　She was completely justified in her irritation, of course.

　　  I stared at Bella, wondering how I could possibly do anything right by her, untilthe silent shouting in Mike Newton’s head distracted me.

　　He was so irate that it made me chuckle.

　　“What?” she demanded.

　　“Your boyfriend seems to think I’m being unpleasant to you—he’s debatingwhether or not to come break up our fight.” I would love to see him try. I laughed again.

　　“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” she said in an icy voice. “But I’m sureyou’re wrong anyway.”

　　I very much enjoyed the way she disowned him with her dismissive sentence.

　　“I’m not. I told you, most people are easy to read.”

　　“Except me, of course.”

　　“Yes. Except for you.” Did she have to be the exception to everything?

　　Wouldn’t it have been more fair—considering everything else I had to deal with now—ifI could have at least heard something from her head? Was that so much to ask? “Iwonder why that is?”

　　I stared into her eyes, trying again…She looked away. She opened her lemonade and took a quick drink, her eyes onthe table.

　　“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.

　　“No.” She eyed the empty table between us. “You?”

　　“No, I’m not hungry,” I said. I was definitely not that.

　　She stared at the table her lips pursed. I waited.

　　“Could you do me a favor?” she asked, suddenly meeting my gaze again.

　　What would she want from me? Would she ask for the truth that I wasn’t allowedto tell her—the truth I didn’t want her to ever, ever know?

　　“That depends on what you want.”

　　“It’s not much,” she promised.

　　I waited, curious again.

　　“I just wondered…” she said slowly, staring at the lemonade bottle, tracing its lipwith her littlest finger. “If you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide toignore me for my own good? Just so I’m prepared.”

　　  She wanted a warning? Then being ignored by me must be a bad thing… Ismiled.

　　“That sounds fair,” I agreed.

　　“Thanks,” she said, looking up. Her face was so relieved that I wanted to laughwith my own relief.

　　“Then can I have one in return?” I asked hopefully.

　　“One,” she allowed.

　　“Tell me one theory.”

　　She flushed. “Not that one.”

　　“You didn’t qualify, you just promised one answer,” I argued.

　　“And you’ve broken promises yourself,” she argued back.

　　She had me there.

　　“Just one theory—I won’t laugh.”

　　“Yes, you will.” She seemed very sure of that, though I couldn’t imagineanything that would be funny about it.

　　I gave persuasion another try. I stared deep into her eyes—an easy thing to do,with eyes so deep—and whispered, “Please?”

　　She blinked, and her face went blank.

　　Well, that wasn’t exactly the reaction I’d been going for.

　　“Er, what?” she asked. She looked dizzy. What was wrong with her?

　　But I wasn’t giving up yet.

　　“Please tell me just one little theory,” I pleaded in my soft, non-scary voice,holding her eyes in mine.

　　To my surprise and satisfaction, it finally worked.

　　“Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider?”

　　Comic books? No wonder she thought I would laugh.

　　“That’s not very creative,” I chided her, trying to hide my fresh relief.

　　“I’m sorry, that’s all I’ve got,” she said, offended.

　　This relieved me even more. I was able to tease her again.

　　“You’re not even close.”

　　“No spiders?”

　　  “Nope.”

　　“And no radioactivity?”

　　“None.”

　　“Dang,” she sighed.

　　“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me either,” I said quickly—before she could ask aboutbites—and then I had to laugh, because she thought I was a superhero.

　　“You’re not supposed to laugh, remember?”

　　I pressed my lips together.

　　“I’ll figure it out eventually,” she promised.

　　And when she did, she would run.

　　“I wish you wouldn’t try,” I said, all teasing gone.

　　“Because…?”

　　I owed her honesty. Still, I tried to smile, to make my words sound lessthreatening. “What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

　　Her eyes widened by a fraction and her lips fell slightly apart. “Oh,” she said.

　　And then, after another second, “I see.”

　　She’d finally heard me.

　　“Do you?” I asked, working to conceal my agony.

　　“You’re dangerous?” she guessed. Her breathing hiked, and her heart raced.

　　I couldn’t answer her. Was this my last moment with her? Would she run now?

　　Could I be allowed to tell her that I loved her before she left? Or would that frighten hermore?

　　“But not bad,” she whispered, shaking her head, no fear in her clear eyes. “No, Idon’t believe that you’re bad.”

　　“You’re wrong,” I breathed.

　　Of course I was bad. Wasn’t I rejoicing now, that she thought better of me than Ideserved? If I were a good person, I would have stayed away from her.

　　I stretched my hand across the table, reaching for the lid to her lemonade bottle asan excuse. She did not flinch away from my suddenly closer hand. She really was notafraid of me. Not yet.

　　I spun the lid like a top, watching it instead of her. My thoughts were in a snarl.

　　  Run, Bella, run. I couldn’t make myself say the words out loud.

　　She jumped to her feet. “We’re going to be late,” she said, just as I’d started toworry that she’d somehow heard my silent warning.

　　“I’m not going to class.”

　　“Why not?”

　　Because I don’t want to kill you. “It’s healthy to ditch class now and then.”

　　To be precise, it was healthier for the humans if the vampires ditched on dayswhen human blood would be spilt. Mr. Banner was blood typing today. Alice hadalready ditched her morning class.

　　“Well, I’m going,” she said. This didn’t surprise me. She was responsible—shealways did the right thing.

　　She was my opposite.

　　“I’ll see you later then,” I said, trying for casual again, staring down at thewhirling lid. And, by the way, I adore you…in frightening, dangerous ways.

　　She hesitated, and I hoped for a moment that she would stay with me after all.

　　But the bell rang and she hurried away.

　　I waited until she was gone, and then I put the lid in my pocket—a souvenir ofthis most consequential conversation—and walked through the rain to my car.

　　I put on my favorite calming CD—the same one I’d listened to that first day—butI wasn’t hearing Debussy’s notes for long. Other notes were running through my head, afragment of a tune that pleased and intrigued me. I turned down the stereo and listened tothe music in my head, playing with the fragment until it evolved into a fuller harmony.

　　Instinctively, my fingers moved in the air over imaginary piano keys.

　　The new composition was really coming along when my attention was caught bya wave of mental anguish.

　　I looked toward the distress.

　　Is she going to pass out? What do I do? Mike panicked.

　　A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella’s limp body to thesidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her eyes closed, her skinchalky as a corpse.

　　I almost took the door off the car.

　　  “Bella?” I shouted.

　　There was no change in her lifeless face when I yelled her name.

　　My whole body went colder than ice.

　　I was aware of Mike’s aggravated surprise as I sifted furiously through histhoughts. He was only thinking of his anger toward me, so I didn’t know what waswrong with Bella. If he’d done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.

　　“What’s wrong—is she hurt?” I demanded, trying to focus his thoughts. It wasmaddening to have to walk at a human pace. I should not have called attention to myapproach.

　　Then I could hear her heart beating and her even breath. As I watched, shesqueezed her eyes more tightly shut. That eased some of my panic.

　　I saw a flicker of memories in Mike’s head, a splash of images from the Biologyroom. Bella’s head on our table, her fair skin turning green. Drops of red against thewhite cards…Blood typing.

　　I stopped where I was, holding my breath. Her scent was one thing, her flowingblood was another altogether.

　　“I think she’s fainted,” Mike said, anxious and resentful at the same time. “Idon’t know what happened, she didn’t even stick her finger.”

　　Relief washed through me, and I breathed again, tasting the air. Ah, I could smellthe tiny flow of Mike Newton’s puncture wound. Once, that might have appealed to me.

　　I knelt beside her while Mike hovered next to me, furious at my intervention.

　　“Bella. Can you hear me?”

　　“No,” she moaned. “Go away.”

　　The relief was so exquisite that I laughed. She was fine.

　　“I was taking her to the nurse,” Mike said. “But she wouldn’t go any farther.”

　　“I’ll take her. You can go back to class,” I said dismissively.

　　Mike’s teeth clenched together. “No. I’m supposed to do it.”

　　I wasn’t going to stand around arguing with the wretch.

　　Thrilled and terrified, half-grateful to and half-aggrieved by the predicamentwhich made touching her a necessity, I gently lifted Bella from the sidewalk and held her  in my arms, touching only her clothes, keeping as much distance between our bodies aspossible. I was striding forward in the same movement, in a hurry to have her safe—farther away from me, in other words.

　　Her eyes popped open, astonished.

　　“Put me down,” she ordered in a weak voice—embarrassed again, I guessed fromher expression. She didn’t like to show weakness.

　　I barely heard Mike’s shouted protest behind us.

　　“You look awful,” I told her, grinning because there was nothing wrong with herbut a light head and a weak stomach.

　　“Put me back on the sidewalk,” she said. Her lips were white.

　　“So you faint at the sight of blood?” Could it get any more ironic?

　　She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together.

　　“And not even your own blood,” I added, my grin widening.

　　We were to the front office. The door was propped an inch open, and I kicked itout of my way.

　　Ms. Cope jumped, startled. “Oh, my,” she gasped as she examined the ashen girlin my arms.

　　“She fainted in Biology,” I explained, before her imagination could get too out ofhand.

　　Ms. Cope hurried to open the door to the nurse’s office. Bella’s eyes were openagain, watching her. I heard the elderly nurse’s internal astonishment as I laid the girlcarefully on the one shabby bed. As soon as Bella was out of my arms, I put the width ofthe room between us. My body was too excited, too eager, my muscles tense and thevenom flowing. She was so warm and fragrant.

　　“She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing inbiology.”

　　She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.”

　　I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.

　　“Just lie down for a minute, honey,” Mrs. Hammond said. “It’ll pass.”

　　“I know,” Bella said.

　　“Does this happen often?” the nurse asked.

　　  “Sometimes,” Bella admitted.

　　I tried to disguise my laughter as coughing.

　　This brought me to the nurse’s attention. “You can go back to class now,” shesaid.

　　I looked her straight in the eye and lied with perfect confidence. “I’m supposed tostay with her.”

　　Hmm. I wonder… oh well. Mrs. Hammond nodded.

　　It worked just fine on her. Why did Bella have to be so difficult?

　　“I’ll go get you some ice for your forehead, dear,” the nurse said, slightlyuncomfortable from looking into my eyes—the way a human should be—and left theroom.

　　“You were right,” Bella moaned, closing her eyes.

　　What did she mean? I jumped to the worst conclusion: she’d accepted mywarnings.

　　“I usually am,” I said, trying to keep the amusement in my voice; it sounded sournow. “But about what in particular this time?”

　　“Ditching is healthy,” she sighed.

　　Ah, relief again.

　　She was silent then. She just breathed slowly in and out. Her lips were beginningto turn pink. Her mouth was slightly out of balance, her lower lip just a little too full tomatch the top. Staring at her mouth made me feel strange. Made me want to move closerto her, which was not a good idea.

　　“You scared me for a minute there,” I said—to restart the conversation so that Icould hear her voice again. “I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to buryit in the woods.”

　　“Ha ha,” she said.

　　“Honestly—I’ve seen corpses with better color.” This was actually true. “I wasconcerned that I might have to avenge your murder.” And I would have.

　　“Poor Mike,” she sighed. “I’ll bet he’s mad.”

　　Fury pulsed through me, but I contained it quickly. Her concern was surely justpity. She was kind. That was all.

　　  “He absolutely loathes me,” I told her, cheered by that idea.

　　“You can’t know that.”

　　“I saw his face—I could tell.” It was probably true that reading his face wouldhave given me enough information to make that particular deduction. All this practicewith Bella was sharpening my skill at reading human expressions.

　　“How did you see me? I thought you were ditching.” Her face looked better—the green undertone had vanished from her translucent skin.

　　“I was in my car, listening to a CD.”

　　Her expression twitched, like my very ordinary answer had surprised hersomehow.

　　She opened her eyes again when Mrs. Hammond returned with an ice pack.

　　“Here you go, dear,” the nurse said as she laid it across Bella’s forehead. “You’relooking better.”

　　“I think I’m fine,” Bella said, and she sat up while pulling the ice pack away. Ofcourse. She didn’t like to be taken care of.

　　Mrs. Hammond’s wrinkled hands fluttered toward the girl, as if she were going topush her back down, but just then Ms. Cope opened the door to the office and leaned in.

　　With her appearance came the smell of fresh blood, just a whiff.

　　Invisible in the office behind her, Mike Newton was still very angry, wishing theheavy boy he dragged now was the girl who was in here with me.

　　“We’ve got another one,” Ms. Cope said.

　　Bella quickly jumped down from the cot, eager to be out of the spotlight.

　　“Here,” she said, handing the compress back to Mrs. Hammond. “I don’t needthis.”

　　Mike grunted as he half-shoved Lee Stevens through the door. Blood was stilldripping down the hand Lee held to his face, trickling toward his wrist.

　　“Oh no.” This was my cue to leave—and Bella’s, too, it seemed. “Get out to theoffice, Bella.”

　　She stared up at me with bewildered eyes.

　　“Trust me—go.”

　　  She whirled and caught the door before it had swung shut, rushing through to theoffice. I followed a few inches behind her. Her swinging hair brushed my hand…She turned to look at me, still wide-eyed.

　　“You actually listened to me.” That was a first.

　　Her small nose wrinkled. “I smelled the blood.”

　　I stared at her in blank surprise. “People can’t smell blood.”

　　“Well, I can—that’s what makes me sick. It smells like rust…and salt.”

　　My face froze, still staring.

　　Was she really even human? She looked human. She felt soft as a human. Shesmelled human—well, better actually. She acted human…sort of. But she didn’t thinklike a human, or respond like one.

　　What other option was there, though?

　　“What?” she demanded.

　　“It’s nothing.”

　　Mike Newton interrupted us then, entering the room with resentful, violentthoughts.

　　“You look better,” he said to her rudely.

　　My hand twitched, wanting to teach him some manners. I would have to watchmyself, or I would end up actually killing this obnoxious boy.

　　“Just keep your hand in your pocket,” she said. For one wild second, I thoughtshe was talking to me.

　　“It’s not bleeding anymore,” he answered sullenly. “Are you going back toclass?”

　　“Are you kidding? I’d just have to turn around and come back.”

　　That was very good. I’d thought I was going to have to miss this whole hour withher, and now I got extra time instead. I felt greedy, a miser hording over each minute.

　　“Yeah, I guess…” Mike mumbled. “So are you going this weekend? To thebeach?”

　　Ah, they had plans. Anger froze me in place. It was a group trip, though. I’dseen some of this in other students’ heads. It wasn’t just the two of them. I was stillfurious. I leaned motionlessly against the counter, trying to control myself.

　　  “Sure, I said I was in,” she promised him.

　　So she’d said yes to him, too. The jealousy burned, more painful than thirst.

　　No, it was just a group outing, I tried to convince myself. She was just spendingthe day with friends. Nothing more.

　　“We’re meeting at my dad’s store, at ten.” And Cullen’s NOT invited.

　　“I’ll be there,” she said.

　　“I’ll see you in Gym, then.”

　　“See you,” she replied.

　　He shuffled off to his class, his thoughts full of ire. What does she see in thatfreak? Sure, he’s rich, I guess. Chicks think he’s hot, but I don’t see that. Too…tooperfect. I bet his dad experiments with plastic surgery on all of them. That’s why they’reall so white and pretty. It’s not natural. And he’s sort of…scary-looking. Sometimes,when he stares at me, I’d swear he’s thinking about killing me… Freak…Mike wasn’t entirely unperceptive.

　　“Gym,” Bella repeated quietly. A groan.

　　I looked at her, and saw that she was sad about something again. I wasn’t surewhy, but it was clear that she didn’t want to go to her next class with Mike, and I was allfor that plan.

　　I went to her side and bent close to her face, feeling the warmth of her skinradiating out to my lips. I didn’t dare breathe.

　　“I can take care of that,” I murmured. “Go sit down and look pale.”

　　She did as I asked, sitting in one of the folding chairs and leaning her head backagainst the wall, while, behind me, Ms. Cope came out of the back room and went to herdesk. With her eyes closed, Bella looked as if she’d passed out again. Her full colorhadn’t returned yet.

　　I turned to the secretary. Hopefully Bella was paying attention to this, I thoughtsardonically. This was how a human was supposed to respond.

　　“Ms. Cope?” I asked, using my persuasive voice again.

　　Her eyelashes fluttered, and her heart sped up. Too young, get a hold of yourself!

　　“Yes?”

　　  That was interesting. When Shelly Cope’s pulse quickened, it was because shefound me physically attractive, not because she was frightened. I was used to that aroundhuman females…yet I hadn’t considered that explanation for Bella’s racing heart.

　　I rather liked that. Too much, in fact. I smiled, and Mrs. Cope’s breathing gotlouder.

　　“Bella has gym next hour, and I don’t think she feels well enough. Actually, Iwas thinking I should take her home now. Do you think you could excuse her fromclass?” I stared into her depthless eyes, enjoying the havoc that this wreaked on herthought processes. Was it possible that Bella…?

　　Mrs. Cope had to swallow loudly before she answered. “Do you need to beexcused, too, Edward?”

　　“No, I have Mrs. Goff, she won’t mind.”

　　I wasn’t paying much attention to her now. I was exploring this new possibility.

　　Hmm. I’d like to believe that Bella found me attractive like other humans did, butwhen did Bella ever have the same reactions as other humans? I shouldn’t get my hopesup.

　　“Okay, it’s all taken care of. You feel better, Bella.”

　　Bella nodded weakly—overacting a bit.

　　“Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?” I asked, amused by herpoor theatrics. I knew she would want to walk—she wouldn’t want to be weak.

　　“I’ll walk,” she said.

　　Right again. I was getting better at this.

　　She got up, hesitating for a moment as if to check her balance. I held the door forher, and we walked out into the rain.

　　I watched her as she lifted her face to the light rain with her eyes closed, a slightsmile on her lips. What was she thinking? Something about this action seemed off, and Iquickly realized why the posture looked unfamiliar to me. Normal human girls wouldn’traise their faces to the drizzle that way; normal human girls usually wore makeup, evenhere in this wet place.

　　Bella never wore makeup, nor should she. The cosmetics industry made billionsof dollars a year from women who were trying to attain skin like hers.

　　  “Thanks,” she said, smiling at me now. “It’s worth getting sick to miss Gym.”

　　I stared across the campus, wondering how to prolong my time with her.

　　“Anytime,” I said.

　　“So are you going? This Saturday, I mean?” She sounded hopeful.

　　Ah, her hope was soothing. She wanted me with her, not Mike Newton. And Iwanted to say yes. But there were many things to consider. For one, the sun would beshining this Saturday…“Where are you all going, exactly?” I tried to keep my voice nonchalant, as if itdidn’t matter much. Mike had said beach, though. Not much chance of avoidingsunlight there.

　　“Down to La Push, to First Beach.”

　　Damn. Well, it was impossible, then.

　　Anyway, Emmett would be irritated if I cancelled our plans.

　　I glanced down at her, smiling wryly. “I really don’t think I was invited.”

　　She sighed, already resigned. “I just invited you.”

　　“Let’s you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don’t want him tosnap.” I thought about snapping poor Mike myself, and enjoyed the mental pictureintensely.

　　“Mike-schmike,” she said, dismissive again. I smiled widely.

　　And then she started to walk away from me.

　　Without thinking about my action, I reached out and caught her by the back of herrain jacket. She jerked to a stop.

　　“Where do you think you’re going?” I was almost angry that she was leaving me.

　　I hadn’t had enough time with her. She couldn’t go, not yet.

　　“I’m going home,” she said, baffled as to why this should upset me.

　　“Didn’t you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think I’m going tolet you drive in your condition?” I knew she wouldn’t like that—my implication ofweakness on her part. But I needed to practice for the Seattle trip, anyway. See if I couldhandle her proximity in an enclosed space. This was a much shorter journey.

　　  “What condition?” she demanded. “And what about my truck?”

　　“I’ll have Alice drop it off after school.” I pulled her back to my car carefully, asI now knew that walking forward was challenging enough for her.

　　“Let go!” she said, twisting sideways and nearly tripping. I held one hand out tocatch her, but she righted herself before it was necessary. I shouldn’t be looking forexcuses to touch her. That started me thinking about Ms. Cope’s reaction to me, but Ifiled it away for later. There was much to be considered on that front.

　　I let her go beside the car, and she stumbled into the door. I would have to beeven more careful, to take into account her poor balance…“You are so pushy!”

　　“It’s open.”

　　I got in on my side and started the car. She held her body rigidly, still outside,though the rain had picked up and I knew she didn’t like the cold and wet. Water wassoaking through her thick hair, darkening it to near black.

　　“I am perfectly capable of driving myself home!”

　　Of course she was—I just wasn’t capable of letting her go.

　　I rolled her window down and leaned toward her. “Get in, Bella.”

　　Her eyes narrowed, and I guessed that she was debating whether or not to make arun for it.

　　“I’ll just drag you back,” I promised, enjoying the chagrin on her face when sherealized I meant it.

　　Her chin stiffly in the air, she opened her door and climbed in. Her hair drippedon the leather and her boots squeaked against each other.

　　“This is completely unnecessary,” she said coldly. I thought she lookedembarrassed under the pique.

　　I just turned up the heater so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, and set the music toa nice background level. I drove out toward the exit, watching her from the corner of myeye. Her lower lip was jutting out stubbornly. I stared at this, examining how it made mefeel… thinking of the secretary’s reaction again…Suddenly she looked at the stereo and smiled, her eyes widening. “Clair deLune?” she asked.

　　  A fan of the classics? “You know Debussy?”

　　“Not well,” she said. “My mother plays a lot of classical music around thehouse—I only know my favorites.”

　　“It’s one of my favorites, too.” I stared at the rain, considering that. I actuallyhad something in common with the girl. I’d begun to think that we were opposites inevery way.

　　She seemed more relaxed now, staring at the rain like me, with unseeing eyes. Iused her momentary distraction to experiment with breathing.

　　I inhaled carefully through my nose.

　　Potent.

　　I clutched the steering wheel tighter. The rain made her smell better. I wouldn’thave thought that was possible. Stupidly, I was suddenly imaging how she would taste.

　　I tried to swallow against the burn in my throat, to think of something else.

　　“What is your mother like?” I asked as a distraction.

　　Bella smiled. “She looks a lot like me, but she’s prettier.”

　　I doubted that.

　　“I have too much Charlie in me,” she went on. “She’s more outgoing than I am,and braver.”

　　I doubted that, too.

　　“She’s irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she’s a very unpredictable cook.

　　She’s my best friend.” Her voice had turned melancholy; her forehead creased.

　　Again, she sounded more like parent than child.

　　I stopped in front of her house, wondering too late if I was supposed to knowwhere she lived. No, this wouldn’t be suspicious in such a small town, with her father apublic figure…“How old are you, Bella?” She must be older than her peers. Perhaps she’d beenlate to start school, or been held back…that wasn’t likely, though.

　　“I’m seventeen,” she answered.

　　“You don’t seem seventeen.”

　　She laughed.

　　“What?”

　　  “My mom always says I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged every year.” She laughed again, and then sighed. “Well, someone has to be theadult.”

　　This clarified things for me. I could see it now…how the irresponsible motherhelped explain Bella’s maturity. She’d had to grow up early, to become the caretaker.

　　That’s why she didn’t like being cared for—she felt it was her job.

　　“You don’t seem much like a junior in high school yourself,” she said, pulling mefrom my reverie.

　　I grimaced. For everything I perceived about her, she perceived too much inreturn. I changed the subject.

　　“So why did your mother marry Phil?”

　　She hesitated a minute before answering. “My mother…she’s very young for herage. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, she’s crazy about him.” Sheshook her head indulgently.

　　“Do you approve?” I wondered.

　　“Does it matter?” she asked. “I want her to be happy…and he is who she wants.”

　　The unselfishness of her comment would have shocked me, except that it fit in alltoo well with what I’d learned of her character.

　　“That’s very generous…I wonder.”

　　“What?”

　　“Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who yourchoice was?”

　　It was a foolish question, and I could not keep my voice casual while I asked it.

　　How stupid to even consider someone approving of me for their daughter. How stupid toeven think of Bella choosing me.

　　“I-I think so,” she stuttered, reacting in some way to my gaze. Fear…orattraction?

　　“But she’s the parent, after all. It’s a little bit different,” she finished.

　　I smiled wryly. “No one too scary then.”

　　She grinned at me. “What do you mean by scary? Multiple facial piercings andextensive tattoos?”

　　  “That’s one definition, I suppose.” A very nonthreatening definition, to my mind.

　　“What’s your definition?”

　　She always asked the wrong questions. Or exactly the right questions, maybe.

　　The ones I didn’t want to answer, at any rate.

　　“Do you think that I could be scary?” I asked her, trying to smile a little.

　　She thought it through before answering me in a serious voice. “Hmm…I thinkyou could be, if you wanted to.”

　　I was serious, too. “Are you frightened of me now?”

　　She answered at once, not thinking this one through. “No.”

　　I smiled more easily. I did not think she was entirely telling the truth, but nor wasshe truly lying. She wasn’t frightened enough to want to leave, at least. I wondered howshe would feel if I told her she was having this discussion with a vampire. I cringedinternally at her imagined reaction.

　　“So, now are you going to tell me about your family? It’s got to be a much moreinteresting story than mine.”

　　A more frightening one, at least.

　　“What do you want to know?” I asked cautiously.

　　“The Cullens adopted you?”

　　“Yes.”

　　She hesitated, then spoke in a small voice. “What happened to your parents?”

　　This wasn’t so hard; I wasn’t even having to lie to her. “They died a very longtime ago.”

　　“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, clearly worried about having hurt me.

　　She was worried about me.

　　“I don’t really remember them that clearly,” I assured her. “Carlisle and Esmehave been my parents for a long time now.”

　　“And you love them,” she deduced.

　　I smiled. “Yes. I couldn’t imagine two better people.”

　　“You’re very lucky.”

　　“I know I am.” In that one circumstance, the matter of parents, my luck could notbe denied.

　　  “And your brother and sisters?”

　　If I let her push for too many details, I would have to lie. I glanced at the clock,disheartened that my time with her was up.

　　“My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are going to bequite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me.”

　　“Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go.”

　　She didn’t move. She didn’t want our time to be up, either. I liked that very, verymuch.

　　“And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home, so youdon’t have to tell him about the Biology incident.” I grinned at the memory of herembarrassment in my arms.

　　“I’m sure he’s already heard. There are no secrets in Forks.” She said the nameof the town with distinct distaste.

　　I laughed at her words. No secrets, indeed. “Have fun at the beach.” I glanced atthe pouring rain, knowing it would not last, and wishing more strongly than usual that itcould. “Good weather for sunbathing.” Well, it would be by Saturday. She would enjoythat.

　　“Won’t I see you tomorrow?”

　　The worry in her tone pleased me.

　　“No. Emmett and I are starting the weekend early.” I was mad at myself now forhaving made the plans. I could break them…but there was no such thing as too muchhunting at this point, and my family was going to be concerned enough about mybehavior without me revealing how obsessive I was turning.

　　“What are you going to do?” she asked, not sounded happy with my revelation.

　　Good.

　　“We’re going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainier.”

　　Emmett was eager for bear season.

　　“Oh, well, have fun,” she said halfheartedly. Her lack of enthusiasm pleased meagain.

　　As I stared at her, I began to feel almost agonized at the thought of saying even atemporary goodbye. She was just so soft and vulnerable. It seemed foolhardy to let her  out of my sight, where anything could happen to her. And yet, the worst things that couldhappen to her would result from being with me.

　　“Will you do something for me this weekend?” I asked seriously.

　　She nodded, her eyes wide and bewildered by my intensity.

　　Keep it light.

　　“Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attractaccidents like a magnet. So…try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, allright?”

　　I smiled ruefully at her, hoping she couldn’t see the sadness in my eyes. Howmuch I wished that she wasn’t so much better off away from me, no matter what mighthappen to her there.

　　Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

　　She was offended by my teasing. She glared at me. “I’ll see what I can do,” shesnapped, jumping out into the rain and slamming the door as hard as she could behindher.

　　Just like an angry kitten that believes it’s a tiger.

　　I curled my hand around the key I’d just picked from her jacket pocket, andsmiled as I drove away.