my appetite — I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade。 I just wanted to
go sit down and sulk。
〃Edward Cullen is staring at you again；〃 Jessica said； finally breaking
through my abstraction with his name。 〃I wonder why he's sitting alone
today。〃
My head snapped up。 I followed her gaze to see Edward； smiling crookedly；
staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he
usually sat。 Once he'd caught my eye； he raised one hand and motioned
with his index finger for me to join him。 As I stared in disbelief； he
winked。
〃Does he mean you？〃 Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her
voice。
〃Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework；〃 I muttered for her
benefit。 〃Um； I'd better go see what he wants。〃
I could feel her staring after me as I walked away。
When I reached his table； I stood behind the chair across from him；
unsure。
〃Why don't you sit with me today？〃 he asked； smiling。
I sat down automatically； watching him with caution。 He was still
smiling。 It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real。
I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke； and I
would wake up。
He seemed to be waiting for me to say something。
〃This is different；〃 I finally managed。
〃Well…〃 He paused； and then the rest of the words followed in a rush。 〃I
decided as long as I was going to hell； I might as well do it thoroughly。〃
I waited for him to say something that made sense。 The seconds ticked by。
〃You know I don't have any idea what you mean；〃 I eventually pointed out。
〃I know。〃 He smiled again； and then he changed the subject。 〃I think your
friends are angry with me for stealing you。〃
〃They'll survive。〃 I could feel their stares boring into my back。
〃I may not give you back； though；〃 he said with a wicked glint in his
eyes。
I gulped。
He laughed。 〃You look worried。〃
〃No；〃 I said； but； ridiculously； my voice broke。 〃Surprised； actually…
what brought all this on？〃
〃I told you — I got tired of trying to stay away from you。 So I'm giving
up。〃 He was still smiling； but his ocher eyes were serious。
〃Giving up？〃 I repeated in confusion。
〃Yes — giving up trying to be good。 I'm just going to do what I want now；
and let the chips fall where they may。〃 His smile faded as he explained；
and a hard edge crept into his voice。
〃You lost me again。〃
The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared。
〃I always say too much when I'm talking to you — that's one of the
problems。〃
〃Don't worry — I don't understand any of it；〃 I said wryly。
〃I'm counting on that。〃
〃So； in plain English； are we friends now？〃
〃Friends…〃 he mused； dubious。
〃Or not；〃 I muttered。
He grinned。 〃Well； we can try； I suppose。 But I'm warning you now that
I'm not a good friend for you。〃 Behind his smile； the warning was real。
〃You say that a lot；〃 I noted； trying to ignore the sudden trembling in
my stomach and keep my voice even。
〃Yes； because you're not listening to me。 I'm still waiting for you to
believe it。 If you're smart； you'll avoid me。〃
〃I think you've made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear；
too。〃 My eyes narrowed。
He smiled apologetically。
〃So； as long as I'm being… not smart； we'll try to be friends？〃 I
struggled to sum up the confusing exchange。
〃That sounds about right。〃
I looked down at my hands wrapped around the lemonade bottle； not sure
what to do now。
〃What are you thinking？〃 he asked curiously。
I looked up into his deep gold eyes； became befuddled； and； as usual；
blurted out the truth。
〃I'm trying to figure out what you are。〃
His jaw tightened； but he kept his smile in place with some effort。
〃Are you having any luck with that？〃 he asked in an offhand tone。
〃Not too much；〃 I admitted。
He chuckled。 〃What are your theories？〃
I blushed。 I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce
Wayne and Peter Parker。 There was no way I was going to own up to that。
〃Won't you tell me？〃 he asked； tilting his head to one side with a
shockingly tempting smile。
I shook my head。 〃Too embarrassing。〃
〃That's really frustrating； you know；〃 he plained。
〃No；〃 I disagreed quickly； my eyes narrowing； 〃I can't imagine why that
would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you
what they're thinking； even if all the while they're making cryptic
little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering
what they could possibly mean… now； why would that be frustrating？〃
He grimaced。
〃Or better；〃 I continued； the pentup annoyance flowing freely now； 〃say
that person also did a wide range of bizarre things — from saving your
life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah
the next； and he never explained any of that； either； even after he
promised。 That； also； would be very nonfrustrating。〃
〃You've got a bit of a temper； don't you？〃
〃I don't like double standards。〃
We stared at each other； unsmiling。
He glanced over my shoulder； and then； unexpectedly； he snickered。
〃What？〃
〃Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you — he's
debating whether or not to e break up our fight。〃 He snickered again。
〃I don't know who you're talking about；〃 I said frostily。 〃But I'm sure
you're wrong； anyway。〃
〃I'm not。 I told you； most people are easy to read。〃
〃Except me； of course。〃
〃Yes。 Except for you。〃 His mood shifted suddenly； his eyes turned
brooding。 〃I wonder why that is。〃
I had to look away from the intensity of his stare。 I concentrated on
unscrewing the lid of my lemonade。 I took a swig； staring at the table
without seeing it。
〃Aren't you hungry？〃 he asked； distracted。
〃No。〃 I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full — of
butterflies。 〃You？〃 I looked at the empty table in front of him。
〃No； I'm not hungry。〃 I didn't understand his expression — it looked like
he was enjoying some private joke。
〃Can you do me a favor？〃 I asked after a second of hesitation。
He was suddenly wary。 〃That depends on what you want。〃
〃It's not much；〃 I assured him。
He waited； guarded but curious。
〃I just wondered… if you could warn me beforehand the next time you
decide to ignore me for my own good。 Just so I'm prepared。〃 I looked at
the lemonade bottle as I spoke； tracing the circle of the opening with my
pinkie finger。
〃That sounds fair。〃 He was pressing his lips together to keep from
laughing when I looked up。
〃Thanks。〃
〃Then can I have one answer in return？〃 he demanded。
〃One。〃
〃Tell me one theory。〃
Whoops。 〃Not that one。〃
〃You didn't qualify； you just promised one answer；〃 he reminded me。
〃And you've broken promises yourself；〃 I reminded him back。
〃Just one theory — I won't laugh。〃
〃Yes； you will。〃 I was positive about that。
He looked down； and then glanced up at me through his long black lashes；
his ocher eyes scorching。
〃Please？〃 he breathed； leaning toward me。
I blinked； my mind going blank。 Holy crow； how did he do that？
〃Er； what？〃 I asked； dazed。
〃Please tell me just one little theory。〃 His eyes still smoldered at me。
〃Um； well； bitten by a radioactive spider？〃 Was he a hypnotist； too？ Or
was I just a hopeless pushover？
〃That's not very creative；〃 he scoffed。
〃I'm sorry； that's all I've got；〃 I said； miffed。
〃You're not even close；〃 he teased。
〃No spiders？〃
〃Nope。〃
〃And no radioactivity？〃
〃None。〃
〃Dang；〃 I sighed。
〃Kryptonite doesn't bother me； either；〃 he chuckled。
〃You're not supposed to laugh； remember？〃
He struggled to pose his face。
〃I'll figure it out eventually；〃 I warned him。
〃I wish you wouldn't try。〃 He was serious again。
〃Because… ？〃
〃What if I'm not a superhero？ What if I'm the bad guy？〃 He smiled
playfully； but his eyes were imperable。
〃Oh；〃 I said； as several things he'd hinted fell suddenly into place。 〃I
see。〃
〃Do you？〃 His face was abruptly severe； as if he were afraid that he'd
accidentally said too much。
〃You're dangerous？〃 I guessed； my pulse quickening as I intuitively
realized the truth of my own words。 He was dangerous。 He'd been trying to
tell me that all along。
He just looked at me； eyes full of some emotion I couldn't prehend。
〃But not bad；〃 I whispered； shaking my head。 〃No； I don't believe that
you're bad。〃
〃You're wrong。〃 His voice was almost inaudible。 He looked down； stealing
my bottle lid and then spinning it on its side between his fingers。 I
stared at him； wondering why I didn't feel afraid。 He meant what he was
saying — that was obvious。 But I just felt anxious； on edge… and； more
than anything else； fascinated。 The same way I always felt when I was
near him。
The silence lasted until I noticed that the cafeteria was almost empty。
I jumped to my feet。 〃We're going to be late。〃
〃I'm not going to class today；〃 he said； twirling the lid so fast it was
just a blur。
〃Why not？〃
〃It's healthy to ditch class now and then。〃 He smiled up at me； but his
eyes were still troubled。
〃Well； I'm going；〃 I told him。 I was far too big a coward to risk getting
caught。
He turned his attention back to his makeshift top。 〃I'll see you later；
then。〃
I hesitated； torn； but then the first bell sent me hurrying out the door
— with a last glance confirming that he hadn't moved a centimeter。
As I halfran to class； my head was spinning faster than the bottle cap。
So few questions had been answered in parison to how many new
questions had been raised。 At least the rain had stopped。
I was lucky； Mr。 Banner wasn't in the room yet when I arrived。 I settled
quickly into my seat； aware that both Mike and Angela were staring at me。
Mike looked resentful； Angela looked surprised； and slightly awed。
Mr。 Banner came in the room then； calling the class to order。 He was
juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his arms。 He put them down on
Mike's table； telling him to start passing them around the class。
〃Okay； guys； I want you all to take one piece from each