I started. Alice — her short, inky hair in a halo of spiky disarray around her exquisite, elfin face — was suddenly standing behind his shoulder. Her slight frame was willowy, graceful even in absolute stillness.
He greeted her without looking away from me. “Alice.”
“Edward,” she answered, her high soprano voice almost as attractive as his.
“Alice, Bella — Bella, Alice,” he introduced us, gesturing casually with his hand, a wry smile on his face.
“Hello, Bella.” Her brilliant obsidian eyes were unreadable, but her smile was friendly. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Edward flashed a dark look at her.
“Hi, Alice,” I murmured shyly.
“Are you ready?” she asked him.
His voice was aloof. “Nearly. I’ll meet you at the car.”
She left without another word; her walk was so fluid, so sinuous that I felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
“Should I say ‘have fun,’ or is that the wrong sentiment?” I asked, turning back to him.
“No, ‘have fun’ works as well as anything.” He grinned.
“Have fun, then.” I worked to sound wholehearted. Of course I didn’t fool him.
“I’ll try.” He still grinned. “And you try to be safe, please.”
“Safe in Forks — what a challenge.”
“For you it is a challenge.” His jaw hardened. “Promise.”
“I promise to try to be safe,” I recited. “I’ll do the laundry tonight — that ought to be fraught with peril.”
“Don’t fall in,” he mocked.
“I’ll do my best.”
He stood then, and I rose, too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I sighed.
“It seems like a long time to you, doesn’t it?” he mused.
I nodded glumly.
“I’ll be there in the morning,” he promised, smiling his crooked smile. He reached across the table to touch my face, lightly brushing along my cheekbone again. Then he turned and walked away. I stared after him until he was gone.
I was sorely tempted to ditch the rest of the day, at the very least Gym, but a warning instinct stopped me. I knew that if I disappeared now, Mike and others would assume I was with Edward. And Edward was worried about the time we’d spent together publicly . . . if things went wrong. I refused to dwell on the last thought, concentrating instead on making things safer for him.
I intuitively knew — and sensed he did, too — that tomorrow would be pivotal. Our relationship couldn’t continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I’d ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility.
I went to class, feeling dutiful. I couldn’t honestly say what happened in Biology; my mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of tomorrow. In Gym, Mike was speaking to me again; he wished me a good time in Seattle. I carefully explained that I’d canceled my trip, worried about my truck.
“Are you going to the dance with Cullen?” he asked, suddenly sulky.
“No, I’m not going to the dance at all.”
“What are you doing, then?” he asked, too interested.
My natural urge was to tell him to butt out. Instead, I lied brightly.
“Laundry, and then I have to study for the Trig test or I’m going to fail.”
“Is Cullen helping you study?”
“Edward,” I emphasized, “is not going to help me study. He’s gone away somewhere for the weekend.” The lies came more naturally than usual, I noted with surprise.
“Oh.” He perked up. “You know, you could come to the dance with our group anyway — that would be cool. We’d all dance with you,” he promised.
The mental image of Jessica’s face made my tone sharper than necessary.
“I’m not going to the dance, Mike, okay?”
“Fine.” He sulked again. “I was just offering.”
When the school day had finally ended, I walked to the parking lot without enthusiasm. I did not especially want to walk home, but I couldn’t see how he would have retrieved my truck. Then again, I was starting to believe that nothing was impossible for him. The latter instinct proved correct — my truck sat in the same space he’d parked his Volvo in this morning. I shook my head, incredulous, as I opened the unlocked door and saw the key in the ignition.
There was a piece of white paper folded on my seat. I got in and closed the door before I unfolded it. Two words were written in his elegant script.