Midnight Sun(100)

yourself. That, or I would have to force myself to leave...somehow. Because I couldn't allow myself near
her if I insisted on making errors.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady my thoughts.
Emmett caught up to me outside the English building.
"Hey, Edward." He's looking better. Weird, but better. Happy.
"Hey, Em." Did I look happy? I supposed, despite the chaos in my head, I felt that way.
Way to keep your mouth shut, kid. Rosalie wants to rip your tongue out.
I sighed. "Sorry I left you to deal with that. Are you angry with me?"
"Naw. Rose'll get over it. It was bound to happen anyway." With what Alice sees coming...
Alice's visions were not what I wanted to think about right now. I stared forward, my teeth locking
together.
As I searched for a distraction, I caught sight of Ben Cheney entering the Spanish room ahead of us. Ahhere
was my chance to give Angela Weber her gift.
I stopped walking and caught Emmett's arm. "Hold on a second."
What's up?
"I know I don't deserve it, but would you do me a favor anyway?"
"What is it?" he asked, curious.
Under my breath-and at a speed that would have made the words incomprehensible to a human no
matter how loud they'd been spoken-I explained to him what I wanted.
He stared at me blankly when I was done, his thoughts as blank as his face.
"So?" I prompted. "Will you help me do it?"
It took him a minute to respond. "But, why?"
"C'mon, Emmett. Why not?"
Who are you and what have you done with my brother?
"Aren't you the one who complains that school is always the same? This is something a little different,
isn't it? Consider it an experiment-an experiment in human nature."
He stared at me for another moment before he caved. "Well, it is different, I'll give you that... Okay,
fine." Emmett snorted and then shrugged. "I'll help you."
I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain,
but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.
Emmett didn't need to practice. I whispered his lines to him once under my breath as we walked into
the classroom.
Ben was already in his seat behind mine, assembling his homework to hand in. Emmett and I both sat
and did the same thing. The classroom was not quiet yet; the murmur of subdued conversation would
continue until Mrs. Goff called for attention.
She was in no hurry, appraising the quizzes from the last class.
"So," Emmett said, his voice louder than necessary-if he were really speaking only to me. "Did you ask
Angela Weber out yet?"
The sound of papers rustling behind me came to an abrupt stop as Ben froze, his attention suddenly
riveted on our conversation.
Angela? They're talking about Angela?
Good. I had his interest.
"No," I said, shaking my head slowly to appear regretful.
"Why not?" Emmett improvised. "Are you chicken?"
I grimaced at him. "No. I heard that she was interested in someone else."
Edward Cullen was going to ask Angela out? But... No. I don't like that. I don't want him near her.
He's...not right for her. Not...safe.
I hadn't anticipated the chivalry, the protective instinct. I'd been working for jealousy. But whatever
worked.
"You're going to let that stop you?" Emmett asked scornfully, improvising again. "Not up for the
competition?"
I glared at him, but made used of what he gave me. "Look, I guess she really likes this Ben person. I'm
not going to try to convince her otherwise. There are other girls."
The reaction in the chair behind me was electric.
"Who?" Emmett asked, back to the script.
"My lab partner said it was some kid named Cheney. I'm not sure I know who he is."
I bit back my smile. Only the haughty Cullens could get away with pretending not to know every student
at this tiny school.
Ben's head was whirling with shock. Me? Over Edward Cullen? But why would she like me?
"Edward," Emmett muttered in a lower tone, rolling his eyes toward the boy. "He's right behind you," he
mouthed, so obviously that the human could easily read the words.
"Oh," I muttered back.
I turned in my seat and glanced once at the boy behind me. For a second, the black eyes behind the
glasses were frightened, but then he stiffened and squared his narrow shoulders, affronted by my
clearly disparaging evaluation. His chin shot out and an angry flush darkened his golden-brown skin.
"Huh," I said arrogantly as I turned back to Emmett.
He thinks he's better than me. But Angela doesn't. I'll show him...
Perfect.
"Didn't you say she was taking Yorkie to the dance, though?" Emmett asked, snorting as he said the
name of the boy that many scorned for his awkwardness.
"That was a group decision apparently." I wanted to be sure that Ben was clear on this. "Angela's shy. If