slumped。 A swell of sympathy washed over me。 I pondered seeing his
disappointed face again… in Gym。
〃Gym；〃 I groaned。
〃I can take care of that。〃 I hadn't noticed Edward moving to my side； but
he spoke now in my ear。 〃Go sit down and look pale；〃 he muttered。
That wasn't a challenge； I was always pale； and my recent swoon had left
a light sheen of sweat on my face。 I sat in one of the creaky folding
chairs and rested my head against the wall with my eyes closed。 Fainting
spells always exhausted me。
I heard Edward speaking softly at the counter。
〃Ms。 Cope？〃
〃Yes？〃 I hadn't heard her return to her desk。
〃Bella has Gym next hour； and I don't think she feels well enough。
Actually； I was thinking I should take her home now。 Do you think you
could excuse her from class？〃 His voice was like melting honey。 I could
imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be。
〃Do you need to be excused； too； Edward？〃 Ms。 Cope fluttered。 Why
couldn't I do that？
〃No； I have Mrs。 Goff； she won't mind。〃
〃Okay； it's all taken care of。 You feel better； Bella；〃 she called to me。
I nodded weakly； hamming it up just a bit。
〃Can you walk； or do you want me to carry you again？〃 With his back to
the receptionist； his expression became sarcastic。
〃I'll walk。〃
I stood carefully； and I was still fine。 He held the door for me； his
smile polite but his eyes mocking。 I walked out into the cold； fine mist
that had just begun to fall。 It felt nice — the first time I'd enjoyed
the constant moisture falling out of the sky — as it washed my face clean
of the sticky perspiration。
〃Thanks；〃 I said as he followed me out。 〃It's almost worth getting sick
to miss Gym。〃
〃Anytime。〃 He was staring straight forward； squinting into the rain。
〃So are you going？ This Saturday； I mean？〃 I was hoping he would； though
it seemed unlikely。 I couldn't picture him loading up to carpool with the
rest of the kids from school； he didn't belong in the same world。 But
just hoping that he might gave me the first twinge of enthusiasm I'd felt
for the outing。
〃Where are you all going； exactly？〃 He was still looking ahead；
expressionless。
〃Down to La Push； to First Beach。〃 I studied his face； trying to read it。
His eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally。
He glanced down at me from the corner of his eye； smiling wryly。 〃I
really don't think I was invited。〃
I sighed。 〃I just invited you。〃
〃Let's you and I not push poor Mike any further this week。 We don't want
him to snap。〃 His eyes danced； he was enjoying the idea more than he
should。
〃Mikeschmike。〃 I muttered； preoccupied by the way he'd said 〃you and I。〃
I liked it more than I should。
We were near the parking lot now。 I veered left； toward my truck。
Something caught my jacket； yanking me back。
〃Where do you think you're going？〃 he asked； outraged。 He was gripping a
fistful of my jacket in one hand。
I was confused。 〃I'm going home。〃
〃Didn't you hear me promise to take you safely home？ Do you think I'm
going to let you drive in your condition？〃 His voice was still indignant。
〃What condition？ And what about my truck？〃 I plained。
〃I'll have Alice drop it off after school。〃 He was towing me toward his
car now； pulling me by my jacket。 It was all I could do to keep from
falling backward。 He'd probably just drag me along anyway if I did。
〃Let go！〃 I insisted。 He ignored me。 I staggered along sideways across
the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo。 Then he finally freed me — I
stumbled against the passenger door。
〃You are so pushy！〃 I grumbled。
〃It's open；〃 was all he responded。 He got in the driver's side。
〃I am perfectly capable of driving myself home！〃 I stood by the car；
fuming。 It was raining harder now； and I'd never put my hood up； so my
hair was dripping down my back。
He lowered the automatic window and leaned toward me across the seat。
〃Get in； Bella。〃
I didn't answer。 I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching the
truck before he could catch me。 I had to admit； they weren't good。
〃I'll just drag you back；〃 he threatened； guessing my plan。
I tried to maintain what dignity I could as I got into his car。 I wasn't
very successful — I looked like a halfdrowned cat and my boots squeaked。
〃This is pletely unnecessary；〃 I said stiffly。
He didn't answer。 He fiddled with the controls； turning the heater up and
the music down。 As he pulled out of the parking lot； I was preparing to
give him the silent treatment — my face in full pout mode — but then I
recognized the music playing； and my curiosity got the better of my
intentions。
〃Clair de Lune？〃 I asked； surprised。
〃You know Debussy？〃 He sounded surprised； too。
〃Not well；〃 I admitted。 〃My mother plays a lot of classical music around
the house — I only know my favorites。〃
〃It's one of my favorites； too。〃 He stared out through the rain； lost in
thought。
I listened to the music； relaxing against the light gray leather seat。 It
was impossible not to respond to the familiar； soothing melody。 The rain
blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges。 I
began to realize we were driving very fast； the car moved so steadily； so
evenly； though； I didn't feel the speed。 Only the town flashing by gave
it away。
〃What is your mother like？〃 he asked me suddenly。
I glanced over to see him studying me with curious eyes。
〃She looks a lot like me； but she's prettier；〃 I said。 He raised his
eyebrows。 〃I have too much Charlie in me。 She's more outgoing than I am；
and braver。 She's irresponsible and slightly eccentric； and she's a very
unpredictable cook。 She's my best friend。〃 I stopped。 Talking about her
was making me depressed。
〃How old are you； Bella？〃 His voice sounded frustrated for some reason I
couldn't imagine。 He'd stopped the car； and I realized we were at
Charlie's house already。 The rain was so heavy that I could barely see
the house at all。 It was like the car was submerged under a river。
〃I'm seventeen；〃 I responded； a little confused。
〃You don't seem seventeen。〃
His tone was reproachful； it made me laugh。
〃What？〃 he asked； curious again。
〃My mom always says I was born thirtyfive years old and that I get more
middleaged every year。〃 I laughed； and then sighed。 〃Well； someone has
to be the adult。〃 I paused for a second。 〃You don't seem much like a
junior in high school yourself；〃 I noted。
He made a face and changed the subject。
〃So why did your mother marry Phil？〃
I was surprised he would remember the name； I'd mentioned it just once；
almost two months ago。 It took me a moment to answer。
〃My mother… she's very young for her age。 I think Phil makes her feel
even younger。 At any rate； she's crazy about him。〃 I shook my head。 The
attraction was a mystery to me。
〃Do you approve？〃 he asked。
〃Does it matter？〃 I countered。 〃I want her to be happy… and he is who she
wants。〃
〃That's very generous… I wonder；〃 he mused。
〃What？〃
〃Would she extend the same courtesy to you； do you think？ No matter who
your choice was？〃 He was suddenly intent； his eyes searching mine。
〃II think so；〃 I stuttered。 〃But she's the parent； after all。 It's a
little bit different。〃
〃No one too scary then；〃 he teased。
I grinned in response。 〃What do you mean by scary？ Multiple facial
piercings and extensive tattoos？〃
〃That's one definition； I suppose。〃
〃What's your definition？〃
But he ignored my question and asked me another。 〃Do you think that I
could be scary？〃 He raised one eyebrow； and the faint trace of a smile
lightened his face。
I thought for a moment； wondering whether the truth or a lie would go
over better。 I decided to go with the truth。 〃Hmmm… I think you could be；
if you wanted to。〃
〃Are you frightened of me now？〃 The smile vanished； and his heavenly face
was suddenly serious。
〃No。〃 But I answered too quickly。 The smile returned。
〃So； now are you going to tell me about your family？〃 I asked to distract
him。 〃It's got to be a much more interesting story than mine。〃
He was instantly cautious。 〃What do you want to know？〃
〃The Cullens adopted you？〃 I verified。
〃Yes。〃
I hesitated for a moment。 〃What happened to your parents？〃
〃They died many years ago。〃 His tone was matteroffact。
〃I'm sorry；〃 I mumbled。
〃I don't really remember them that clearly。 Carlisle and Esme have been
my parents for a long time now。〃
〃And you love them。〃 It wasn't a question。 It was obvious in the way he
spoke of them。
〃Yes。〃 He smiled。 〃I couldn't imagine two better people。〃
〃You're very lucky。〃
〃I know I am。〃
〃And your brother and sister？〃
He glanced at the clock on the dashboard。
〃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。〃 I didn't want to get out of the car。
〃And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home； so
you don't have to tell him about the Biology incident。〃 He grinned at me。
〃I'm sure he's already heard。 There are no secrets in Forks。〃 I sighed。
He laughed； and there was an edge to his laughter。
〃Have fun at the beach… good weather for sunbathing。〃 He glanced out at
the sheeting rain。
〃Won't I see you tomorrow？〃
〃No。 Emmett and I are starting the weekend early。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 A friend could ask that； right？ I hoped the
disappointment wasn't too apparent in my voice。
〃We're going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness； just south of
Rainier。〃
I remembered Charlie had said the Cullens went camping frequently。
〃Oh； well； have fun。〃 I tried to sound enthusiastic。 I don't think I
fooled him； though。 A smile was playing around the edges of his lips。
〃Will you do something for me this weekend？〃 He turned to look me
straight in the face； utilizing the full power of his burning gold eyes。
I nodded helplessly。
〃Don't be offended； but you seem to be one of those people who just
attract accidents like a mag。 So… try not to