been fighting to keep her alive since the first moment I'd caught her scent. How could she think this of
me? How dare she question my one good deed in all this mess?
"You think I regret saving your life?"
"I know you do," she retorted.
Her estimation of my intentions left me seething. "You don't know anything."
How confusing and incomprehensible the workings of her mind were! She must not think in the same
way as other humans at all. That must be the explanation behind her mental silence. She was entirely
other.
She jerked her face away, gritting her teeth again. Her cheeks were flushed, with anger this time. She
slammed her books together in a pile, yanked them up into her arms, and marched toward the door
without meeting my stare.
Even irritated as I was, it was impossible not to find her anger a bit entertaining. She walked stiffly,
without looking where she was going, and her foot caught on the lip of the doorway. She stumbled, and
her things all crashed to the ground. Instead of bending to get them, she stood rigidly straight, not even
looking down, as if she were not sure the books were worth retrieving.
I managed not to laugh.
No one was here to watch me; I flitted to her side, and had her books put in order before she looked
down.
She bent halfway, saw me, and then froze. I handed her books back to her, making sure that my icy skin
never touched hers.
"Thank you," she said in a cold, severe voice.
Her tone brought back my irritation. "You're welcome," I said just as coldly.
She wrenched herself upright and stomped away to her next class. I watched until I could no longer see
her angry figure.
Spanish passed in a blur. Mrs. Goff never questioned my abstraction-she knew my Spanish was superior
to hers, and she gave me a great deal of latitude-leaving me free to think.
So, I couldn't ignore the girl. That much was obvious. But did it mean I had no choice but to destroy her?
That could not be the only available future. There had to be some other choice, some delicate balance. I
tried to think of a way...
I didn't pay much attention to Emmett until the hour was nearly up. He was curious-Emmett was not
overly intuitive about the shades in other's moods, but he could see the obvious change in me. He
wondered what had happened to remove the unrelenting glower from my face. He struggled to define
the change, and finally decided that I looked hopeful.
Hopeful? Is that what it looked like from the outside?
I pondered the idea of hope as we walked to the Volvo, wondering what exactly I should be hoping for.
But I didn't have long to ponder. Sensitive as I always was to thoughts about the girl, the sound of Bella's
name in the heads of...of my rivals, I suppose I had to admit, caught my attention. Eric and Tyler, having
heard-with much satisfaction-of Mike's failure, were preparing to make their moves.
Eric was already in place, positioned against her truck where she could not avoid him. Tyler's class was
being held late to receive an assignment, and he was in a desperate hurry to catch her before she
escaped.
This I had to see.
"Wait for the others here, all right?" I murmured to Emmett.
He eyed me suspiciously, but then shrugged and nodded. Kid's lost his mind, he thought, amused by my
odd request.
I saw Bella on her way out of the gym, and I waited where she would not see me for her to pass. As she
got closer to Eric's ambush, I strode forward, setting my pace so that I would walk by at the right
moment.
I watched her body stiffen when she caught sight of the boy waiting for her. She froze for a moment,
then relaxed and moved forward.
"Hi, Eric," I heard her call in a friendly voice.
I was abruptly and unexpectedly anxious. What if this gangly teen with his unhealthy skin was somehow
pleasing to her?
Eric swallowed loudly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Hi, Bella."
She seemed unconscious of his nervousness. "What's up?" she asked, unlocking her truck without
looking at his frightened expression.
"Uh, I was just wondering...if you would go to the spring dance with me?" His voice broke.
She finally looked up. Was she taken aback, or pleased? Eric couldn't meet her gaze, so I couldn't see her
face in his mind.
"I thought it was girl's choice," she said, sounding flustered.
"Well, yeah," he agreed wretchedly.
This pitiable boy did not irritate me as much as Mike Newton did, but I couldn't find it in myself to feel
sympathy for his angst until after Bella had answered him in a gentle voice.
"Thank you for asking me, but I'm going to be in Seattle that day."
He'd already heard this; still, it was a disappointment.
"Oh," he mumbled, barely daring to raise his eyes to the level of her nose. "Maybe next time."
"Sure," she agreed. Then she bit down on her lip, as if she regretted leaving him a loophole. I liked that.