“What are you doing to him？” I demanded。
“It’s nothing； Bella；” Edward told me quietly。 “Jacob just has a good memory； that’s all。”
Jacob grinned； and Edward winced again。
“Stop it！ Whatever you’re doing。”
“Sure； if you want。” Jacob shrugged。 “It’s his own fault if he doesn’t like the things I remember； though。”
I glared at him； and he smiled back impishly — like a kid caught doing something he knows he shouldn’t
by someone who he knows won’t punish him。
“The principal’s on his way to discourage loitering on school property；” Edward murmured to me。 “Let’s
get to English； Bella； so you’re not involved。”
“Overprotective； isn’t he？” Jacob said； talking just to me。 “A little trouble makes life fun。 Let me guess；
you’re not allowed to have fun； are you？”
Edward glowered； and his lips pulled back from his teeth ever so slightly。
“Shut up； Jake；” I said。
Jacob laughed。 “That sounds like a no。 Hey； if you ever feel like having a life again； you could e see
me。 I’ve still got your motorcycle in my garage。”
This news distracted me。 “You were supposed to sell that。 You promised Charlie you would。” If I hadn’t
begged on Jake’s behalf — after all； he’d put weeks of labor into both motorcycles； and he deserved some
kind of payback — Charlie would have thrown my bike in a Dumpster。 And possibly set that Dumpster on
fire。
“Yeah； right。 Like I would do that。 It belongs to you； not me。 Anyway； I’ll hold on to it until you want it
back。”
A tiny hint of the smile I remembered was suddenly playing around the edges of his lips。
“Jake 。 。 。”
He leaned forward； his face earnest now； the bitter sarcasm fading。 “I think I might have been wrong
before； you know； about not being able to be friends。 Maybe we could manage it； on my side of the line。
e see me。”
I was vividly conscious of Edward； his arms still wrapped protectively around me； motionless as a stone。 I
shot a look at his face — it was calm； patient。
“I； er； don’t know about that； Jake。”
Jacob dropped the antagonistic faade pletely。 It was like he’d forgotten Edward was there； or at
least he was determined to act that way。 “I miss you every day； Bella。 It’s not the same without you。”
“I know and I’m sorry； Jake； I just 。 。 。”
He shook his head； and sighed。 “I know。 Doesn’t matter； right？ I guess I’ll survive or something。 Who
needs friends？” He grimaced； trying to cover the pain with a thin attempt at bravado。
Jacob’s suffering had always triggered my protective side。 It was not entirely rational — Jacob was hardly
in need of any physical protection I could offer。 But my arms； pinned beneath Edward’s； yearned to reach out
to him。 To wrap around his big； warm waist in a silent promise of acceptance and fort。
Edward’s shielding arms had bee restraints。
“Okay； get to class；” a stern voice sounded behind us。 “Move along； Mr。 Crowley。”
“Get to school； Jake；” I whispered； anxious as soon as I recognized the principal’s voice。 Jacob went to
the Quileute school； but he might still get in trouble for trespassing or the equivalent。
Edward released me； taking just my hand and pulling me behind his body again。
Mr。 Greene pushed through the circle of spectators； his brows pressing down like ominous storm clouds
over his small eyes。
“I mean it；” he was threatening。 “Detention for anyone who’s still standing here when I turn around again。”
The audience melted away before he was finished with his sentence。
“Ah； Mr。 Cullen。 Do we have a problem here？”
“Not at all； Mr。 Greene。 We were just on our way to class。”
“Excellent。 I don’t seem to recognize your friend。” Mr。 Greene turned his glower on Jacob。 “Are you a
new student here？”
Mr。 Greene’s eyes scrutinized Jacob； and I could see that he’d e to the same conclusion everyone
else had： dangerous。 A troublemaker。
“Nope；” Jacob answered； half a smirk on his broad lips。
“Then I suggest you remove yourself from school property at once； young man； before I call the police。”
Jacob’s little smirk became a fullblown grin； and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest
him。 This grin was too bitter； too full of mocking to satisfy me。 This wasn’t the smile I’d been waiting to see。
Jacob said； “Yes； sir；” and snapped a military salute before he climbed on his bike and kicked it to a start
right there on the sidewalk。 The engine snarled and then the tires squealed as he spun it sharply around。 In a
matter of seconds； Jacob raced out of sight。
Mr。 Greene gnashed his teeth together while he watched the performance。
“Mr。 Cullen； I expect you to ask your friend to refrain from trespassing again。”
“He’s no friend of mine； Mr。 Greene； but I’ll pass along the warning。”
Mr。 Greene pursed his lips。 Edward’s perfect grades and spotless record were clearly a factor in Mr。
Greene’s assessment of the incident。 “I see。 If you’re worried about any trouble； I’d be happy to —”
“There’s nothing to worry about； Mr。 Greene。 There won’t be any trouble。”
“I hope that’s correct。 Well； then。 On to class。 You； too； Miss Swan。”
Edward nodded； and pulled me quickly along toward the English building。
“Do you feel well enough to go to class？” he whispered when we were past the principal。
“Yes；” I whispered back； not quite sure if this was a lie。
Whether I felt well or not was hardly the most important consideration。 I needed to talk to Edward right
away； and English class wasn’t the ideal place for the conversation I had in mind。
But with Mr。 Greene right behind us； there weren’t a lot of other options。
We got to class a little late and took our seats quickly。 Mr。 Berty was reciting a Frost poem。 He ignored
our entrance； refusing to let us break his rhythm。
I yanked a blank page out of my notebook and started writing； my handwriting more illegible than normal
thanks to my agitation。
What happened？ Tell me everything。 And screw the protecting me crap； please。
I shoved the note at Edward。 He sighed； and then began writing。 It took him less time than me； though he
wrote an entire paragraph in his own personal calligraphy before he slipped the paper back。
Alice saw that Victoria was ing back。 I took you out of town merely as a precaution — there
was never a chance that she would have gotten anywhere close to you。 Emmett and Jasper very
nearly had her； but Victoria seems to have some instinct for evasion。 She escaped right down the
Quileute boundary line as if she were reading it from a map。 It didn’t help that Alice’s abilities were
nullified by the Quileutes’ involvement。 To be fair； the Quileutes might have had her； too； if we
hadn’t gotten in the way。 The big gray one thought Emmett was over the line； and he got defensive。
Of course Rosalie reacted to that； and everyone left the chase to protect their panions。 Carlisle
and Jasper got things calmed down before it got out of hand。 But by then； Victoria had slipped
away。 That’s everything。
I frowned at the letters on the page。 All of them had been in on it — Emmett； Jasper； Alice； Rosalie； and
Carlisle。 Maybe even Esme； though he hadn’t mentioned her。 And then Paul and the rest of the Quileute pack。
It might so easily have turned into a fight； pitting my future family and my old friends against each other。 Any
one of them could have been hurt。 I imagined the wolves would be in the most danger； but picturing tiny Alice
next to one of the huge werewolves； fighting 。 。 。
I shuddered。
Carefully； I scrubbed out the entire paragraph with my eraser and then I wrote over the top：
What about Charlie？ She could have been after him。
Edward was shaking his head before I finished； obviously going to downplay any danger on Charlie’s
behalf。 He held a hand out； but I ignored that and started again。
You can’t know that she wasn’t thinking that； because you weren’t here。 Florida was a bad idea。
He took the paper from underneath my hand。
I wasn’t about to send you off alone。 With your luck； not even the black box would survive。
That wasn’t what I’d meant at all； I hadn’t thought of going without him。 I’d meant that we should have
stayed here together。 But I was sidetracked by his response； and a little miffed。 Like I couldn’t fly cross
country without bringing the plane down。 Very funny。
So let’s say my bad luck did crash the plane。 What exactly were you going to do about it？
Why is the plane crashing？
He was trying to hide a smile now。
The pilots are passed out drunk。
Easy。 I’d fly the plane。
Of course。 I pursed my lips and tried again。
Both engines have exploded and we’re falling in a death spiral toward the earth。
I’d wait till we were close enough to the ground； get a good grip on you； kick out the wall； and
jump。 Then I’d run you back to the scene of the accident； and we’d stumble around like the two
luckiest survivors in history。
I stared at him wordlessly。
“What？” he whispered。
I shook my head in awe。 “Nothing；” I mouthed。
I scrubbed out the disconcerting conversation and wrote one more line。
You will tell me next time。
I knew there would be a next time。 The pattern would continue until someone lost。
Edward stared into my eyes for a long moment。 I wondered what my face looked like — it felt cold； so
the blood hadn’t returned to my cheeks。 My eyelashes were still wet。
He sighed and then nodded once。
Thanks。
The paper disappeared from under my hand。 I looked up； blinkingin surprise； just as Mr。 Berty came
down the aisle。
“Is that something you’d like to share there； Mr。 Cullen？”
Edward looked up innocently and held out the sheet of paper on top of his folder。 “My notes？” he asked；
sounding confused。
Mr。 Berty scanned the notes — no doubt a perfect transcription of his lecture — and then walked away
frowning。
It was later； in Calculus — my one class without Edward — that I heard the gossip。
“My money’s on the big Indian；” someone was saying。
I peeked up to see that Tyler； Mike； Aust