Midnight Sun(46)

breath. Get used to it.
"With who?" she asked, her eyes wide and bewildered again.
"Myself, obviously," I said slowly.
"Why?"
Was it really such as shock that I would want her company? She must have applied the worst possible
meaning to my past behavior.
"Well," I said as casually as possible, "I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks, and, to be
honest, I'm not sure if your truck can make it." It seemed safer to tease her than to allow myself to be
serious.
"My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern," she said in the same surprised voice.
She started walking again. I kept pace with her.
She hadn't really said no, so I pressed that advantage.
Would she say no? What would I do if she did?
"But can your truck make it there on one tank of gas?"
"I don't see how that is any of your business," she grumbled.
That still wasn't a no. And her heart was beating faster again, her breath coming more quickly.
"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business."
"Honestly, Edward, I can't keep up with you. I thought you didn't want to be my friend."
A thrill shot through me when she spoke my name.
How to keep it light and yet be honest at the same time? Well, it was more important to be honest.
Especially on this point.
"I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be."
"Oh, thanks, now that's all cleared up," she said sarcastically.
She paused, under the edge of the cafeteria's roof, and met my gaze again. Her heartbeats stuttered.
Was she afraid?
I chose my words carefully. No, I could not leave her, but maybe she would be smart enough to leave
me, before it was too late.
"It would be more... prudent for you not to be my friend." Staring into the melted chocolate depths of
her eyes, I lost my hold on light. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella." The words burned
with much too much fervor.
Her breathing stopped and, in the second it took for it to restart, that worried me. How much had I
scared her? Well, I would find out.
"Will you go to Seattle with me?" I demanded, point blank.
She nodded, her heart drumming loudly.
Yes. She'd said yes to me.
And then my conscious smote me. What would this cost her?
"You really should stay away from me," I warned her. Did she hear me? Would she escape the future I
was threatening her with? Couldn't I do anything to save her from me?
Keep it light, I shouted at myself. "I'll see you in class."
I had to concentrate to stop myself from running as I fled.
6. Blood Type
I followed her all day through other people's eyes, barely aware of my own surroundings.
Not Mike Newton's eyes, because I couldn't stand any more of his offensive fantasies, and not Jessica
Stanley's, because her resentment toward Bella made me angry in a way that was not safe for the petty
girl. Angela Weber was a good choice when her eyes were available; she was kind-her head was an easy
place to be. And then sometimes it was the teachers who provided the best view.
I was surprised, watching her stumble through the day-tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, stray books,
and, most often, her own feet-that the people I eavesdropped on thought of Bella as clumsy.
I considered that. It was true that she often had trouble staying upright. I remembered her stumbling
into the desk that first day, sliding around on the ice before the accident, falling over the low lip of the
doorframe yesterday... How odd, they were right. She was clumsy.
I didn't know why this was so funny to me, but I laughed out loud as I walked from American History to
English and several people shot me wary looks. How had I never noticed this before? Perhaps because
there was something very graceful about her in stillness, the way she held her head, the arch of her
neck...
There was nothing graceful about her now. Mr. Varner watched as she caught the toe of her boot on the
carpet and literally fell into her chair.
I laughed again.
The time moved with incredible sluggishness while I waited for my chance to see her with my own eyes.
Finally, the bell rang. I strode quickly to the cafeteria to secure my spot. I was one of the first there. I
chose a table that was usually empty, and was sure to remain that way with me seated here.
When my family entered and saw me sitting alone in a new place, they were not surprised. Alice must
have warned them.
Rosalie stalked past me without a glance.
Idiot.
Rosalie and I had never had an easy relationship-I'd offended her the very first time she'd heard me
speak, and it was downhill from there-but it seemed like she was even more ill-tempered than usual the
last few days. I sighed. Rosalie made everything about herself.
Jasper gave me half a smile as he walked by.
Good luck, he thought doubtfully.
Emmett rolled his eyes and shook his head.