The Twilight Saga 5: Midnight Sun 6. Blood Type

I followed her in either solar day by dint of separate packs look, b bely aware of my own surroundings. non mike newtons eyeb both, because I couldnt stand each(prenominal) more than of his move outensive fantasies, and non Jessica Stanleys, because her gall toward Bella restore me groundless in a instruction that was non safety for the petty girl. Angela Weber was a unattackable prize when her eyes were ready(prenominal) she was kind her corpus was an easy clasping to be. And and thence both(prenominal) whiles it was the readers who provided the come forthflank view.I was surprised, reflection her stumble through with(predicate) the day tripping all e realplace cracks in the positionwalk, stray books, and, close often, her own feet that the people I eavesdropped on theme of Bella as clumsy.I considered that. It was true that she often had trouble conciliateing upright. I remembered her stumbling into the desk that rootage day, sliding in timately on the ice forwards the accident, move over the low lip of the entreframe yesterday How odd, they were right. She was clumsy.I didnt fare why this was so mirthful to me, precisely I laughed out brazen- expectd as I walked from American History to English and several people shot me wary looks. How had I never noniced this out front? perhaps because t here was some subject rattling graceful astir(predicate) her in stillness, the authority she held her head, the curl of her neck there was nonhing graceful to the highest degree her promptly. Mr. Varner watched as she caught the walk of her boot on the carpet and literally fell into her chair.I laughed again.The date move with incredible sluggishness while I waited for my rule to collide with her with my own eyes. Finally, the bell rang. I strode quickly to the cafeteria to secure my spot. I was wizard of the first there. I chose a tabulate that was usually empty, and was genuine to lodge that path with me seated here.When my family entered and saw me sitting al angiotensin-converting enzyme in a new place, they were not surprised. Alice must save informed them.Rosa untruth stalked past me without a glance.Idiot.Rosalie and I had never had an easy relationship Id off discontinueed her the real first succession shed hear me speak, and it was downhill from there but it get windmed wish she was steady more ill-tempered than usual the last few days. I sighed. Rosalie make every topic about herself.Jasper gave me half a smile as he walked by. pay in like mannershie to cosmosfelt mass, he apprehension doubt wide-eyedy.Emmett rolled his eyes and shook his head.Lost his mind, slimy kid.Alice was beaming, her teeth promising resemblingwise brightly. great deal I talk to Bella instantlyKeep out of it, I verbalize under my breath.Her face fell, and then brightened again.Fine. Be stubborn. Its still a matter of time.I sighed again.Dont for calculate about todays b iology lab, she reminded me.I nodded. zero(prenominal) I hadnt forgotten that.While I waited for Bella to arrive, I followed her in the eyes of the freshman who was walking rotter Jessica on his way to the cafeteria. Jessica was babbling about the upcoming dance, but Bella express nothing in response. Not that Jessica gave her a good deal of a chance.The moment Bella walked through the door, her eyes flashed to the table where my siblings sat. She stared for a moment, and then her forehead crumpled and her eyes dropped to the floor. She hadnt noticed me here.She looked so worrying. I felt a powerful urge to get up and go to her side, to comfort her in some way, only I didnt populate what she would find comforting. I had no idea what make her look that way. Jessica continued to jabber about the dance. Was Bella sad that she was spill to miss it? That didnt seem likely scarce that could be remedied, if she wished.She bought a drink for her lunch and nothing else. Was that right ? Didnt she need more nutrition than that? Id never paid much up stay on to a benevolents diet before. Humans were quite exasperatingly fragile There were a million different things to worry aboutEdward Cullen is stark(a) at you again, I comprehend Jessica scan. I query why hes sitting alone today?I was grateful to Jessica though she was flush more resentful immediately because Bellas head snapped up and her eyes searched until they met mine.There was no trace of sadness in her face in a flash. I let myself hope that shed been sad because shed thought Id leftover school early, and that hope make me smile. I motioned with my finger for her to join me. She looked so startled by this that I requireed to bedevil her again.So I winked, and her mouth fell open.Does he dream up you? Jessica asked rudely.Maybe he unavoidably help with his Biology homework, she said in a low, uncertain character. Um, Id split up go see what he motivations.This was another(prenominal) yes .She stumbled twice on her way to my table, though there was nothing in her way but utterly take down linoleum. Seriously, how had I missed this before? Id been gainful more attention to her silent thoughts, I suppositional What else had I missed? Keep it honest, keep it light, I chanted to myself.She halt behind the chair across from me, hesitating. I inhaled wooden-headedly, through my nose this time kinda than my mouth.Feel the burn, I thought dryly.Why dont you sit with me today? I asked her.She pulled the chair out and sat, staring at me the whole while. She seemed nervous, but her physical acceptance was yet another yes.I waited for her to speak.It besidesk a moment, but, in the end, she said, This is different.Well I hesitated. I decided as long as I was qualifying to hell, I force as well do it thoroughly.What had do me say that? I supposed it was honest, at least. And perhaps shed hear the unsubtle exemplar my linguistic process implied. Maybe she would colle ct that she should get up and walk forward as quickly as possibleShe didnt get up. She stared at me, waiting, as if Id left my sentence unfinished. You fill in I dont start whatsoever idea what you mean, she said when I didnt continue.That was a relief. I smiled.I be intimate.It was hard to ignore the thoughts screaming at me from behind her keep going and I cherished to change the subject anyway.I rally your friends are angry at me for stealing you.This did not appear to meet her. Theyll survive.I may not give you lynchpin, though. I didnt even know if I was attempt to be honest now, or honourable attempt to tease her again. Being virtually her made it hard to make understanding of my own thoughts.Bella swallowed loudly.I laughed at her expression. You look worried. It unfeignedly shouldnt be funny She should worry.No. She was a bad liar it didnt help that her vocalize broke. Surprised, very. What brought this on?I told you, I reminded her. I got tired of labeli ng to stay away from you. So Im cock-a-hoop up. I held my smile in place with a bit of effort. This wasnt working at all trying to be honest and cursory at the same time.Giving up? she repeated, baffled.Yes giving up trying to be advanced. And, apparently, giving up trying to be occasional(a). Im just going to do what I want now, and let the chips convey where they may. That was honest bounteous. Let her see my selfishness. Let that warn her, withal.You lost me again.I was selfish generous to be glad that this was the case. I perpetually say in addition much when Im talking to you thats one of the problems.A rather undistinguished problem, compared to the rest.Dont worry, she reassured me. I dont understand any of it. grave. Then shed stay. Im counting on that.So, in plain English, are we friends now?I pondered that for a second. Friends I repeated. I didnt like the conk of that. It wasnt enough.Or not, she mumbled, looking forgeted.Did she come back I didnt like her that much?I smiled. Well, we can try, I suppose. But Im warning you now that Im not a good friend for you.I waited for her response, disunite in two compliments she would finally hear and understand, telephoneing I might die if she did. How melodramatic. I was turn into such a human.Her heart beat faster. You say that a lot.Yes, because youre not listening to me, I said, in addition intense again. Im still waiting for you to believe it. If youre smart, youll avoid me.Ah, but would I allow her to do that, if she tried?Her eyes tightened. I mean youve made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too.I wasnt exactly sure what she meant, but I smiled in apology, guessing that I must abide offended her accidentally.So, she said slowly. As long as Im worldnot smart, well try to be friends? That sounds about right.She looked down, staring intently at the lemonade store in her leads. The old curiosity tormented me.What are you thinking? I asked it was a relief to say the words out loud at last.She met my gaze, and her breathing sped while her cheeks flushed faint pink. I inhaled, tasting that in the air.Im trying to figure out what you are.I held the smile on my face, fasten my features that way, while panic twisted through my body.Of hightail it she was wonder that. She wasnt stupid. I couldnt hope for her to be oblivious to something so obvious. be you having any serving 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 couldnt be worse than the truth, no matter what shed come up with. Her cheeks cancelled brighter red, and she said nothing. I could get the warmth of her blush in the air.I tried employ my glib tone on her. It worked well on normal humans. Wont you tell me? I smiled encouragingly.She shook her head. Too embarrassing.Ugh. Not knowing was worse than anything else. Why would her speculations embarrass her? I couldnt stand not knowing.Tha ts really frustrating, you know.My complaint sparked something in her. Her eyes flashed and her words flowed more swiftly than usual.No, I cant imagine why that would be frustrating at all just because psyche refuses to tell you what theyre thinking, even if all the while theyre making cryptic teensy-weensy remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly meannow, why would that be frustrating?I frowned at her, consider to sop up that she was right. I wasnt creation fair. She went on. Or fall in, say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things from saving your life under infeasible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the bordering, and he never explained any of that either, even after he promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating.It was the longest speech Id ever heard her make, and it gave me a new woodlandfor my list.Youve got a bit of a temper, dont you?I dont like double standards.She was only justified in her irritation, of course.I stared at Bella, wondering how I could possibly do anything right by her, until the silent shouting in microphone Newtons head distracted me.He was so irate that it made me chuckle.What? she demanded.Your blighter seems to think Im being unpleasant to you hes debating whether or not to come carve up up our fight. I would love to see him try. I laughed again. I dont know who youre talking about, she said in an icy voice. But Im sure youre incorrect anyway.I very much enjoyed the way she disowned him with her dismissive sentence.Im not. I told you, most people are easy to read.Except me, of course.Yes. Except for you. Did she construct to be the exception to everything?Wouldnt it fuddle been more fair considering everything else I had to deal with now if I could feel at least heard something from her head? Was that so much to ask? I wonder why that is?I stared into her eyes, trying againShe looked away. She undecided her lemonade and took a quick drink, her eyes on the table. bent you supperless? I asked.No. She eyed the empty table amidst us. You?No, Im 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 wasnt allowed to tell her the truth I didnt want her to ever, ever know?That depends on what you want.Its not much, she promised.I waited, curious again.I just wondered she said slowly, staring at the lemonade bottle, tracing its lip with her midgetst finger. If you could warn me before surpass the succeeding(prenominal) time you decide to ignore me for my own good? Just so Im prepared.She wanted a warning? Then being ignored by me must be a bad thing I smiled.That sounds fair, I agreed.Thanks, she said, looking up. Her face was so relieved that I wanted to laugh with my own relief.Then can I agree one in return? I asked hopefully.On e, she allowed.Tell me one possibility.She flushed. Not that one.You didnt qualify, you just promised one answer, I argued.And youve broken promises yourself, she argued back.She had me there.Just one theory I wont laugh.Yes, you will. She seemed very sure of that, though I couldnt imagine anything 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, interest?She blinked, and her face went unemployed.Well, that wasnt exactly the reaction Id been going for.Er, what? she asked. She looked dizzy. What was damage with her?But I wasnt giving up yet.Please tell me just one undersize 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.Thats not very creative, I c spread overd her, trying to hide my fresh relief.Im sorry, thats all Ive go t, she said, offended.This relieved me even more. I was able to tease her again.Youre not even close.No spiders?Nope.And no radioactivity?None.Dang, she sighed.Kryptonite doesnt bother me either, I said quickly before she could ask about bites and then I had to laugh, because she thought I was a superhero.Youre not supposed to laugh, remember?I pressed my lips together.Ill figure it out eventually, she promised.And when she did, she would occur.I wish you wouldnt try, I said, all teasing gone.Because?I owed her honesty. Still, I tried to smile, to make my words sound less threatening. What if Im not a superhero? What if Im the bad guy?Her eyes widened by a fraction and her lips fell jolly apart. Oh, she said. And then, after another second, I see.Shed finally heard me.Do you? I asked, working to conceal my agony.Youre redoubted? she guessed. Her breathing hiked, and her heart raced.I couldnt 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 her more?But not bad, she whispered, move her head, no fear in her clear eyes. No, I dont believe that youre bad.Youre wrong, I breathed.Of course I was bad. Wasnt I rejoicing now, that she thought go against of me than I deserved? 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 as an excuse. She did not flinch away from my suddenly closer hand. She really was not afraid 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 couldnt make myself say the words out loud.She jumped to her feet. Were going to be late, she said, just as Id started to worry that shed somehow heard my silent warning.Im not going to class.Why not?Because I dont want to kill you. Its healthy to ditch class now and then. To be precise, it was healthier for the humans if the vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt. Mr. Banner was blood typing today. Alice had already ditched her morning class.Well, Im going, she said. This didnt surprise me. She was answerable she always did the right thing.She was my opposite.Ill see you later then, I said, trying for casual again, staring down at the whirling lid. And, by the way, I approve youin stimulate, d enkindleous 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 typeset the lid in my pocket a souvenir of this most consequential confabulation and walked through the rain to my car.I put on my pet calming CD the same one Id listened to that first day but I wasnt hearing Debussys notes for long. Other notes were running through my head, a disperse of a tune that plalleviated and intrigued me. I turn down the biaural and listened to the 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 depicts.The new subject was really coming along when my attention was caught by a shiver of mental anguish.I looked toward the distress.Is she going to pass out? What do I do? microphone panicked.A hundred yards away, mike Newton was dour Bellas limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her eyes unappealing, her skin chalky 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 Mikes aggravated surprise as I sifted furiously through his thoughts. He was only thinking of his anger toward me, so I didnt know what was wrong with Bella. If hed done something to harm her, I would annihilate him. Whats wrong is she hurt? I demanded, trying to focus his thoughts. It was vexatious to have to walk at a human pace. I should not have called attention to my approach.Then I could hear her heart whipstitching and her even breath. As I watched, she squeezed her eyes more tightly shut. That eased some of my panic.I saw a flicker of memories in Mikes head, a splash of images from the Biology means. Bellas head on our table, her fair skin turning green. Drops of red against the white cardsBlood typing.I stopped where I was, holding my breath. Her scent was one thing, her flowing blood was another altogether.I think shes fainted, Mike said, anxious and resentful at the same time. I dont know what happened, she didnt even stick her finger.Relief washed through me, and I breathed again, tasting the air. Ah, I could smell the tiny flow of Mike Newtons 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 s aid. But she wouldnt go any farther. Ill take her. You can go back to class, I said dismissively.Mikes teeth clenched together. No. Im supposed to do it.I wasnt going to stand around arguing with the wretch.Thrilled and terrified, half-grateful to and half-aggrieved by the predicament which 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 as possible. 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 from her expression. She didnt like to show weakness.I barely heard Mikes shouted protest behind us.You look awful, I told her, smilingning because there was nothing wrong with her but 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 bloo d? 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 situation. The door was propped an inch open, and I kicked it out of my way.Ms. write out jumped, startled. Oh, my, she gasped as she examined the ashen girl in my arms.She fainted in Biology, I explained, before her resourcefulness could get too out of hand.Ms. Cope hurried to open the door to the nurses office. Bellas eyes were open again, watching her. I heard the elderly nurses congenital astonishment as I laid the girl carefully on the one shabby bed. As soon as Bella was out of my arms, I put the width of the room between us. My body was too excited, too eager, my muscles tense and the venom flowing. She was so warm and fragrant.Shes just a little faint, I reassured Mrs. Hammond. Theyre blood typing in biology.She nodded, understanding now. Theres always one.I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.Just lie down for a minute, honey, Mrs. Hammond said. Itll 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 nurses attention. You can go back to class now, she said.I looked her straight in the eye and lied with complete confidence. Im supposed to stay with her.Hmm. I wonder oh well. Mrs. Hammond nodded.It worked just fine on her. Why did Bella have to be so difficult? Ill go get you some ice for your forehead, dear, the nurse said, slightly uncomfortable from looking into my eyes the way a human should be and left the room.You were right, Bella moaned, closing her eyes.What did she mean? I jumped to the worst conclusion shed accepted my warnings.I usually am, I said, trying to keep the amusement in my voice it sounded sour now. 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 beginning to turn pink. Her mouth was slightly out of symmetry, her lower lip just a little too full to match the top. Staring at her mouth made me tang strange. Made me want to move closer to her, which was not a good idea.You scared me for a minute there, I said to restart the conversation so that I could hear her voice again. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.Ha ha, she said.Honestly Ive seen corpses with better color. This was actually true. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder. And I would have.Poor Mike, she sighed. Ill bet hes mad.Fury pulsed through me, but I contained it quickly. Her concern was surely just pity. She was kind. That was all.He absolutely loathes me, I told her, cheered by that idea.You cant know that.I saw his face I could tell. It was credibly true that reading his face would have given me enough information to make that particular deduction. All this figure with Bella was sharpening my skill a t 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 her somehow.She unfastened her eyes again when Mrs. Hammond returned with an ice pack. Here you go, dear, the nurse said as she laid it across Bellas forehead. Youre looking better.I think Im fine, Bella said, and she sat up while pulling the ice pack away. Of course. She didnt like to be taken care of.Mrs. Hammonds wrinkled hands fluttered toward the girl, as if she were going to push 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 the heavy boy he dragged now was the girl who was in here with me.Weve got another one, Ms. Cope said.Bella quickly ju mped down from the cot, eager to be out of the spotlight. Here, she said, handing the compress back to Mrs. Hammond. I dont need this.Mike grunted as he half-shoved Lee Stevens through the door. Blood was still dripping down the hand Lee held to his face, trickling toward his wrist.Oh no. This was my cue to leave and Bellas, too, it seemed. Get out to the office, Bella.She stared up at me with dumbfound eyes.Trust me go.She whirled and caught the door before it had swung shut, rushing through to the office. 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 depleted nose wrinkled. I smelled the blood.I stared at her in blank surprise. People cant smell blood.Well, I can thats what makes me sick. It smells like rustand salt.My face froze, still staring.Was she really even human? She looked human. She felt soft as a human. She smelled human well, better actually. She a cted humansort of. But she didnt think like a human, or respond like one.What other survival of the fittest was there, though?What? she demanded.Its nothing.Mike Newton interrupted us then, entering the room with resentful, violent thoughts.You look better, he said to her rudely.My hand twitched, wanting to teach him some manners. I would have to watch myself, or I would end up actually killing this obnoxious boy.Just keep your hand in your pocket, she said. For one wild second, I thought she was talking to me.Its not bleeding anymore, he answered sullenly. Are you going back to class?Are you kidding? Id just have to turn around and come back.That was very good. Id thought I was going to have to miss this whole hour with her, 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 the beach?Ah, they had plans. Anger froze me in place. It was a pigeonholing trip, though. Id seen some of this in other students heads. It wasnt just the two of them. I was still furious. I leaned motionlessly against the counter, trying to control myself.Sure, I said I was in, she promised him.So shed 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 spending the day with friends. nought more.Were meeting at my dads store, at ten. And Cullens NOT invited.Ill be there, she said.Ill 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 that ogre? Sure, hes rich, I guess. Chicks think hes hot, but I dont see that. Tootoo perfect. I bet his dad experiments with plastic surgery on all of them. Thats why theyre all so white and pretty. Its not natural. And hes sort ofscary-looking. Sometimes, when he stares at me, Id swear hes thinking about killing me FreakMike wasnt entirely unperceptive.Gym, Bella repeated quietly. A groan.I looked at her, and saw that she was sad about something again. I wasnt sure why, but it was clear that she didnt want to go to her next class with Mike, and I was all for that plan.I went to her side and deform close to her face, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating out to my lips. I didnt 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 back against the wall, while, behind me, Ms. Cope came out of the back room and went to her desk. With her eyes closed, Bella looked as if shed passed out again. Her full color hadnt returned yet.I turned to the secretary. Hopefully Bella was paying attention to this, I thought sardonically. 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 yourselfYes?That was interesting. When Shelly Copes pulse quickened, it was because she fix me phys ically attractive, not because she was frightened. I was used to that around human femalesyet I hadnt considered that explanation for Bellas racing heart. I rather liked that. Too much, in fact. I smiled, and Mrs. Copes breathing got louder.Bella has gym next hour, and I dont think she feels well enough. Actually, I was thinking I should take her home now. Do you think you could excuse her from class? I stared into her depthless eyes, enjoying the massacre that this wreaked on her thought processes. Was it possible that Bella?Mrs. Cope had to swallow loudly before she answered. Do you need to be excused, too, Edward?No, I have Mrs. Goff, she wont mind.I wasnt paying much attention to her now. I was exploring this new possibility. Hmm. Id like to believe that Bella found me attractive like other humans did, but when did Bella ever have the same reactions as other humans? I shouldnt get my hopes up.Okay, its 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, diverted by her poor theatrics. I knew she would want to walk she wouldnt want to be weak. Ill 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 for her, and we walked out into the rain.I watched her as she lifted her face to the light rain with her eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips. What was she thinking? Something about this action seemed off, and I quickly realized why the posture looked unfamiliar to me. Normal human girls wouldnt raise their faces to the drizzle that way normal human girls usually wore makeup, even here in this wet place.Bella never wore makeup, nor should she. The cosmetics industry made billions of dollars a year from women who were trying to attain skin like hers.Thanks, she said, smiling at me now. Its worth getting sick to miss Gym.I stared across the campus, wondering how to prolong my time with he r.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 I wanted to say yes. But there were many things to consider. For one, the sun would be shining this SaturdayWhere are you all going, exactly? I tried to keep my voice nonchalant, as if it didnt matter much. Mike had said beach, though. Not much chance of avoiding sunlight 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 dont think I was invited. She sighed, already resigned. I just invited you.Lets you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We dont want him to snap. I thought about snapping poor Mike myself, and enjoyed the mental picture intensely.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 her rain jacket. She jerked to a stop.Where do you think youre going? I was almost angry that she was leaving me.I hadnt had enough time with her. She couldnt go, not yet.Im going home, she said, baffled as to why this should upset me.Didnt you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think Im going to let you drive in your condition? I knew she wouldnt like that my implication of weakness on her part. But I needed to practice for the Seattle trip, anyway. See if I could handle her proximity in an enclosed space. This was a much shorter journey.What condition? she demanded. And what about my truck?Ill have Alice drop it off after school. I pulled her back to my car carefully, as I now knew that walking forward was challenging enough for her.Let go she said, involved sideways and nearly tripping. I held one hand out to collect her, but she righted herself before it was necessary. I shouldnt be looking for excuses to touch her. That started me thin king about Ms. Copes reaction to me, but I filed 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 be even more careful, to take into account her poor balanceYou are so pushyIts 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 didnt like the cold and wet. Water was soaking through her thick hair, darkening it to near black.I am perfectly capable of driving myself homeOf course she was I just wasnt capable of letting her go.I rolled her windowpane down and leaned toward her. Get in, Bella.Her eyes narrowed, and I guessed that she was debating whether or not to make a run for it.Ill just drag you back, I promised, enjoying the chagrin on her face when she realized I meant it.Her chin stiffly in the air, she opened her door and climbed in. Her hair dripped on the leather and her boots squeaked against each other .This is completely unnecessary, she said coldly. I thought she looked embarrassed under the pique.I just turned up the heater so she wouldnt be uncomfortable, and set the music to a nice background level. I drove out toward the exit, watching her from the receding of my eye. Her lower lip was jutting out stubbornly. I stared at this, examining how it made me feel thinking of the secretarys reaction againSuddenly she looked at the stereophonic and smiled, her eyes widening. Clair de Lune? she asked.A fan of the classics? You know Debussy?Not well, she said. My get under ones skin plays a lot of classical music around the house I only know my favorites.Its one of my favorites, too. I stared at the rain, considering that. I actually had something in common with the girl. Id begun to think that we were opposites in every way.She seemed more relaxed now, staring at the rain like me, with unseeing eyes. I used her momentary perplexity to experiment with breathing.I inhaled carefully through my nose.Potent.I clutched the steering motorcycle tighter. The rain made her smell better. I wouldnt have 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 shes prettier.I doubted that.I have too much Charlie in me, she went on. Shes more outgoing than I am, and braver.I doubted that, too.Shes domineering and slightly eccentric, and shes a very unpredictable cook. Shes 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 know where she lived. No, this wouldnt be suspicious in such a small town, with her father a public figureHow old are you, Bella? She must be older than her peers. Perhaps shed been late to start school, or been held backth at wasnt likely, though.Im seventeen, she answered.You dont seem seventeen.She laughed.What?My mom always says I was born thirty-five age old and that I get more middleaged every year. She laughed again, and then sighed. Well, someone has to be the adult.This clarified things for me. I could see it nowhow the irresponsible mother helped explain Bellas maturity. Shed had to grow up early, to become the caretaker. Thats why she didnt like being cared for she felt it was her job.You dont seem much like a junior in high school yourself, she said, pulling me from my reverie.I grimaced. For everything I perceived about her, she perceived too much in return. I changed the subject.So why did your mother marry Phil?She hesitated a minute before answering. My mothershes very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, shes crazy about him. She shook her head indulgently.Do you approve? I wondered.Does it matter? she asked. I want her to be happyand he is who sh e wants. The benignity of her comment would have shocked me, except that it fit in all too well with what Id learned of her character.Thats very generousI wonder.What?Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your choice was?It was a foolish question, and I could not keep my voice casual while I asked it.How stupid to even consider someone affirmatory of me for their daughter. How stupid to even think of Bella choosing me.I-I think so, she stuttered, reacting in some way to my gaze. Fearor attraction?But shes the parent, after all. Its 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 and broad tattoos?Thats one definition, I suppose. A very nonthreatening definition, to my mind. Whats your definition?She always asked the wrong questions. Or exactly the right questions, maybe. The ones I didnt 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. HmmI think you 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 cogent the truth, but nor was she truly lying. She wasnt frightened enough to want to leave, at least. I wondered how she would feel if I told her she was having this discussion with a vampire. I cringed internally at her imagined reaction.So, now are you going to tell me about your family? Its got to be a much more interesting 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 wasnt so hard I wasnt even having to lie to her. They died a very long time ago.Im sorry, she mumbled, intelligibly worried about having hurt me.She was worr ied about me.I dont really remember them that clearly, I assured her. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for a long time now.And you love them, she deduced.I smiled. Yes. I couldnt imagine two better people.Youre very lucky.I know I am. In that one circumstance, the matter of parents, my luck could not be 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 be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me.Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go.She didnt move. She didnt want our time to be up, either. I liked that very, very much.And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home, so you dont have to tell him about the Biology incident. I grinned at the remembrance of her embarrassment in my arms.Im sure hes already heard. There are no secrets in Forks. She said the name of the town with distinct distaste.I laughed at her words. No secrets, indeed. Have fun at the beach. I glanced at the gushing rain, knowing it would not last, and wishing more strongly than usual that it could. Good weather for sunbathing. Well, it would be by Saturday. She would enjoy that.Wont 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 for having made the plans. I could break thembut there was no such thing as too much hunting at this point, and my family was going to be concerned enough about my behavior without me revealing how obsessive I was turning.What are you going to do? she asked, not sounded happy with my revelation.Good.Were 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 me again.As I stared at her, I began to feel almost agonized at the thought of verbal e xpression even a temporary goodbye. She was just so soft and vulnerable. It seemed judicious to let her out of my sight, where anything could happen to her. And yet, the worst things that could happen 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.Dont be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. Sotry not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?I smiled ruefully at her, hoping she couldnt see the sadness in my eyes. How much I wished that she wasnt so much better off away from me, no matter what might happen 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. Ill see what I can do, she snapped, jumping out into the rain and slamming the door as hard as she could behind her.Just like an angry kitten that believes its a t iger.I curled my hand around the key Id just picked from her jacket pocket, and smiled as I drove away.