"Did you get contacts?" she asked abruptly.
What a strange question. "No." I almost smiled at the idea of improving my eyesight.
"Oh," she mumbled. "I thought there was something different about your eyes."
I felt suddenly colder again as I realized that I was apparently not the only one attempting to ferret out
secrets today.
I shrugged, my shoulders stiff, and glared straight ahead to where the teacher was making his rounds.
Of course there was something different about my eyes since the last time she'd stared into them. To
prepare myself for today's ordeal, today's temptation, I'd spent the entire weekend hunting, satiating
my thirst as much as possible, overdoing it really. I'd glutted myself on the blood of animals, not that it
made much difference in the face of the outrageous flavor floating on the air around her. When I'd
glared at her last, my eyes had been black with thirst. Now, my body swimming with blood, my eyes
were a warmer gold. Light amber from my excessive attempt at thirst-quenching.
Another slip. If I'd seen what she'd meant with her question, I could have just told her yes.
I'd sat beside humans for two years now at this school, and she was the first to examine me closely
enough to note the change in my eye color. The others, while admiring the beauty of my family, tended
to look down quickly when we returned their stares. They shied away, blocking the details of our
appearances in an instinctive endeavor to keep themselves from understanding. Ignorance was bliss to
the human mind.
Why did it have to be this girl who would see too much?
Mr. Banner approached our table. I gratefully inhaled the gush of clean air he brought with him before it
could mix with her scent.
"So, Edward," he said, looking over our answers, "didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the
microscope?"
"Bella," I corrected him reflexively. "Actually, she identified three of the five."
Mr. Banner's thoughts were skeptical as he turned to look at the girl. "Have you done this lab before?"
I watched, engrossed, as she smiled, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Not with onion root."
"Whitefish blastula?" Mr. Banner probed.
"Yeah."
This surprised him. Today's lab was something he'd pulled from a more advanced course. He nodded
thoughtfully at the girl. "Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix?"
"Yes."
She was advanced then, intelligent for a human. This did not surprise me.
"Well," Mr. Banner said, pursing his lips. "I guess it's good you two are lab partners." He turned and
walked away mumbling, "So the other kids can get a chance to learn something for themselves," under
his breath. I doubted the girl could hear that.
She began scrawling loops across her folder again.
Two slips so far in one half hour. A very poor showing on my part. Though I had no idea at all what the
girl thought of me- how much did she fear, how much did she suspect? -I knew I needed to put forth a
better effort to leave her with a new impression of me. Something to better drown her memories of our
ferocious last encounter.
"It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?" I said, repeating the small talk that I'd heard a dozen students
discuss already. A boring, standard topic of conversation. The weather -always safe.
She stared at me with obvious doubt in her eyes -an abnormal reaction to my very normal words. "Not
really," she said, surprising me again.
I tried to steer the conversation back to trite paths. She was from a much brighter, warmer place -her
skin seemed to reflect that somehow, despite its fairness -and the cold must make her uncomfortable.
My icy touch certainly had...
"You don't like the cold," I guessed.
"Or the wet," she agreed.
"Forks must be a difficult place for you to live." Perhaps you should not have come here, I wanted to
add. Perhaps you should go back where you belong. I wasn't sure I wanted that, though. I would always
remember the scent of her blood -was there any guarantee that I wouldn't eventually follow after her?
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"You have no idea," she said in a low voice, glowering past me for a moment. Her answers were never
what I expected. They made me want to ask more questions.
"Why did you come here, then?" I demanded, realizing instantly that my tone was too accusatory, not
casual enough for the conversation. The question sounded rude, prying.
"It's...complicated."
She blinked her wide eyes, leaving it at that, and I nearly imploded out of curiosity-the curiosity burned
as hot as the thirst in my throat. Actually, I found that it was getting slightly easier to breathe; the agony
was becoming more bearable through familiarity.