truck before he could catch me。 I had to admit； they weren't good。
〃I'll just drag you back；〃 he threatened； guessing my plan。
I tried to maintain what dignity I could as I got into his car。 I wasn't
very successful — I looked like a halfdrowned cat and my boots squeaked。
〃This is pletely unnecessary；〃 I said stiffly。
He didn't answer。 He fiddled with the controls； turning the heater up and
the music down。 As he pulled out of the parking lot； I was preparing to
give him the silent treatment — my face in full pout mode — but then I
recognized the music playing； and my curiosity got the better of my
intentions。
〃Clair de Lune？〃 I asked； surprised。
〃You know Debussy？〃 He sounded surprised； too。
〃Not well；〃 I admitted。 〃My mother plays a lot of classical music around
the house — I only know my favorites。〃
〃It's one of my favorites； too。〃 He stared out through the rain； lost in
thought。
I listened to the music； relaxing against the light gray leather seat。 It
was impossible not to respond to the familiar； soothing melody。 The rain
blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges。 I
began to realize we were driving very fast； the car moved so steadily； so
evenly； though； I didn't feel the speed。 Only the town flashing by gave
it away。
〃What is your mother like？〃 he asked me suddenly。
I glanced over to see him studying me with curious eyes。
〃She looks a lot like me； but she's prettier；〃 I said。 He raised his
eyebrows。 〃I have too much Charlie in me。 She's more outgoing than I am；
and braver。 She's irresponsible and slightly eccentric； and she's a very
unpredictable cook。 She's my best friend。〃 I stopped。 Talking about her
was making me depressed。
〃How old are you； Bella？〃 His voice sounded frustrated for some reason I
couldn't imagine。 He'd stopped the car； and I realized we were at
Charlie's house already。 The rain was so heavy that I could barely see
the house at all。 It was like the car was submerged under a river。
〃I'm seventeen；〃 I responded； a little confused。
〃You don't seem seventeen。〃
His tone was reproachful； it made me laugh。
〃What？〃 he asked； curious again。
〃My mom always says I was born thirtyfive years old and that I get more
middleaged every year。〃 I laughed； and then sighed。 〃Well； someone has
to be the adult。〃 I paused for a second。 〃You don't seem much like a
junior in high school yourself；〃 I noted。
He made a face and changed the subject。
〃So why did your mother marry Phil？〃
I was surprised he would remember the name； I'd mentioned it just once；
almost two months ago。 It took me a moment to answer。
〃My mother… she's very young for her age。 I think Phil makes her feel
even younger。 At any rate； she's crazy about him。〃 I shook my head。 The
attraction was a mystery to me。
〃Do you approve？〃 he asked。
〃Does it matter？〃 I countered。 〃I want her to be happy… and he is who she
wants。〃
〃That's very generous… I wonder；〃 he mused。
〃What？〃
〃Would she extend the same courtesy to you； do you think？ No matter who
your choice was？〃 He was suddenly intent； his eyes searching mine。
〃II think so；〃 I stuttered。 〃But she's the parent； after all。 It's a
little bit different。〃
〃No one too scary then；〃 he teased。
I grinned in response。 〃What do you mean by scary？ Multiple facial
piercings and extensive tattoos？〃
〃That's one definition； I suppose。〃
〃What's your definition？〃
But he ignored my question and asked me another。 〃Do you think that I
could be scary？〃 He raised one eyebrow； and the faint trace of a smile
lightened his face。
I thought for a moment； wondering whether the truth or a lie would go
over better。 I decided to go with the truth。 〃Hmmm… I think you could be；
if you wanted to。〃
〃Are you frightened of me now？〃 The smile vanished； and his heavenly face
was suddenly serious。
〃No。〃 But I answered too quickly。 The smile returned。
〃So； now are you going to tell me about your family？〃 I asked to distract
him。 〃It's got to be a much more interesting story than mine。〃
He was instantly cautious。 〃What do you want to know？〃
〃The Cullens adopted you？〃 I verified。
〃Yes。〃
I hesitated for a moment。 〃What happened to your parents？〃
〃They died many years ago。〃 His tone was matteroffact。
〃I'm sorry；〃 I mumbled。
〃I don't really remember them that clearly。 Carlisle and Esme have been
my parents for a long time now。〃
〃And you love them。〃 It wasn't a question。 It was obvious in the way he
spoke of them。
〃Yes。〃 He smiled。 〃I couldn't imagine two better people。〃
〃You're very lucky。〃
〃I know I am。〃
〃And your brother and sister？〃
He glanced at the clock on the dashboard。
〃My brother and sister； and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter； are going
to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me。〃
〃Oh； sorry； I guess you have to go。〃 I didn't want to get out of the car。
〃And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home； so
you don't have to tell him about the Biology incident。〃 He grinned at me。
〃I'm sure he's already heard。 There are no secrets in Forks。〃 I sighed。
He laughed； and there was an edge to his laughter。
〃Have fun at the beach… good weather for sunbathing。〃 He glanced out at
the sheeting rain。
〃Won't I see you tomorrow？〃
〃No。 Emmett and I are starting the weekend early。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 A friend could ask that； right？ I hoped the
disappointment wasn't too apparent in my voice。
〃We're going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness； just south of
Rainier。〃
I remembered Charlie had said the Cullens went camping frequently。
〃Oh； well； have fun。〃 I tried to sound enthusiastic。 I don't think I
fooled him； though。 A smile was playing around the edges of his lips。
〃Will you do something for me this weekend？〃 He turned to look me
straight in the face； utilizing the full power of his burning gold eyes。
I nodded helplessly。
〃Don't be offended； but you seem to be one of those people who just
attract accidents like a mag。 So… try not to fall into the ocean or
get run over or anything； all right？〃 He smiled crookedly。
The helplessness had faded as he spoke。 I glared at him。
〃I'll see what I can do；〃 I snapped as I jumped out into the rain。 I
slammed the door behind me with excessive force。
He was still smiling as he drove away。
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6。 SCARY STORIES
As I sat in my room； trying to concentrate on the third act of Macbeth； I
was really listening for my truck。 I would have thought； even over the
pounding rain； I could have heard the engine's roar。 But when I went to
peek out the curtain — again — it was suddenly there。
I wasn't looking forward to Friday； and it more than lived up to my
nonexpectations。 Of course there were the fainting ments。 Jessica
especially seemed to get a kick out of that story。 Luckily Mike had kept
his mouth shut； and no one seemed to know about Edward's involvement。 She
did have a lot of questions about lunch； though。
〃So what did Edward Cullen want yesterday？〃 Jessica asked in Trig。
〃I don't know；〃 I answered truthfully。 〃He never really got to the point。〃
〃You looked kind of mad；〃 she fished。
〃Did I？〃 I kept my expression blank。
〃You know； I've never seen him sit with anyone but his family before。
That was weird。〃
〃Weird；〃 I agreed。 She seemed annoyed； she flipped her dark curls
impatiently — I guessed she'd been hoping to hear something that would
make a good story for her to pass on。
The worst part about Friday was that； even though I knew he wasn't going
to be there； I still hoped。 When I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica
and Mike； I couldn't keep from looking at his table； where Rosalie；
Alice； and Jasper sat talking； heads close together。 And I couldn't stop
the gloom that engulfed me as I realized I didn't know how long I would
have to wait before I saw him again。
At my usual table； everyone was full of our plans for the next day。 Mike
was animated again； putting a great deal of trust in the local weatherman
who promised sun tomorrow。 I'd have to see that before I believed it。 But
it was warmer today — almost sixty。 Maybe the outing wouldn't be
pletely miserable。
I intercepted a few unfriendly glances from Lauren during lunch； which I
didn't understand until we were all walking out of the room together。 I
was right behind her； just a foot from her slick； silver blond hair； and
she was evidently unaware of that。
〃…don't know why Bella〃 — she sneered my name — 〃doesn't just sit with
the Cullens from now on。〃
I heard her muttering to Mike。 I'd never noticed what an unpleasant；
nasal voice she had； and I was surprised by the malice in it。 I really
didn't know her well at all； certainly not well enough for her to dislike
me — or so I'd thought。 〃She's my friend； she sits with us；〃 Mike
whispered back loyally； but also a bit territorially。 I paused to let
Jess and Angela pass me。 I didn't want to hear any