Midnight Sun(92)

"I told him you said you had a lot of fun-and he looked pleased."
"Tell me exactly what he said, and your exact answer!"
That was all I was going to get from Jessica today, clearly. Bella was smiling like she was thinking the
same thing. Like she'd won the round.
Well, lunch would be another story. I would have better success with getting answers out of her than
Jessica, I would make sure of that.
I could hardly bear to check in occasionally with Jessica through the fourth hour. I had no patience for
her obsessive thoughts of Mike Newton. I'd had more than enough of him in the last two weeks. He was
lucky to be alive.
I moved apathetically through gym class with Alice, the way we always moved when it came to physical
activity with humans. She was my teammate, naturally. It was the first day of badminton. I sighed with
boredom, swinging the racket in slow motion to tap the birdie back to the other side. Lauren Mallory
was on the other team; she missed.
Alice was twirling her racket like a baton, staring at the ceiling.
We all hated gym, Emmett especially. Throwing games was an affront to his personal philosophy. Gym
seemed worse today than usual-I felt just as irritated as Emmett always did.
Before my head could explode with impatience, Coach Clapp called the games and sent us out early. I
was ridiculously grateful that he'd skipped breakfast-a fresh attempt to diet-and the consequent hunger
had him in a hurry to leave campus to find a greasy lunch somewhere. He promised himself he would
start over tomorrow...
This gave me enough time to get to the math building before Bella's class ended.
Enjoy yourself, Alice thought as she headed off to meet Jasper. Just a few days more to be patient. I
suppose you won't say hi to Bella for me, will you?
I shook my head, exasperated. Were all psychics so smug?#p#分页标题#e#
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I sighed as I continued in the opposite direction. Smug, but definitely useful.
I leaned against the wall by the door, waiting. I was close enough that I could hear Jessica's voice
through the bricks as well as her thoughts.
"You're not sitting with us today, are you?" She looks all...lit up. I bet there's tons she didn't tell me.
"I don't think so," Bella answered, oddly unsure.
Hadn't I promised to spend lunch with her? What was she thinking?
They came out of the class together, and both girls' eyes widened when they saw me. But I could only
hear Jessica.
Nice. Wow. Oh, yeah, there's more going on here than she's telling me. Maybe I'll call her tonight... Or
maybe I shouldn't encourage her. Huh. I hope he moves past her in a hurry. Mike is cute but...wow.
"See you later, Bella."
Bella walked toward me, pausing a step away, still unsure. Her skin was pink across her cheekbones.
I knew her well enough now to be sure that there was no fear behind her hesitation. Apparently, this
was about some gulf she imagined between her feelings and mine. More than he likes me. Absurd!
"Hello," I said, my voice a tad curt.
Her face got brighter. "Hi."
She didn't seem inclined to say anything else, so I led the way to the cafeteria and she walked silently
beside me.
The jacket had worked-her scent was not the blow it usually was. It was just an intensification of the
pain I already felt. I could ignore it more easily than I once would have believed possible.
Bella was restless as we waited in line, toying absently with the zipper on her jacket and shifting
nervously from foot to foot. She glanced at me often, but whenever she met my gaze, she looked down
as if she were embarrassed. Was this because so many people were staring at us? Maybe she could hear
the loud whispers-the gossip was verbal as well as mental today.
Or maybe she realized, from my expression, that she was in trouble.
She didn't say anything until I was assembling her lunch. I didn't know what she liked-not yet-so I
grabbed one of everything.
"What are you doing?" she hissed in a low voice. "You're not getting all that for me?"
I shook my head, and shoved the tray up to the register. "Half is for me, of course."
She raised one eyebrow skeptically, but said nothing more as I paid for the food and escorted her to the
table we'd sat at last week before her disastrous experience with blood typing. It seemed like much
more than a few days. Everything was different now.
She sat across from me again. I pushed the tray toward her. "Take whatever you want," I encouraged.
She picked up an apple and twisted it in her hands, a speculative look on her face. "I'm curious."
What a surprise.
"What would you do if someone dared you to eat food?" she continued in a low voice that wouldn't
carry to human ears. Immortal ears were another matter, if those ears were paying attention. I probably