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in　the　parking　lot　after　school　and　wanted　us　to　join。　Jessica　agreed　
enthusiastically。　The　way　she　looked　at　Mike　left　little　doubt　that　she　
would　be　up　for　anything　he　suggested。　I　kept　silent。　I　would　have　to　
hide　in　the　gym　until　the　parking　lot　cleared。　

For　the　rest　of　the　lunch　hour　I　very　carefully　kept　my　eyes　at　my　own　
table。　I　decided　to　honor　the　bargain　I'd　made　with　myself。　Since　he　
didn't　look　angry；　I　would　go　to　Biology。　My　stomach　did　frightened　
little　flips　at　the　thought　of　sitting　next　to　him　again。　

I　didn't　really　want　to　walk　to　class　with　Mike　as　usual　—　he　seemed　to　
be　a　popular　target　for　the　snowball　snipers　—　but　when　we　went　to　the　
door；　everyone　besides　me　groaned　in　unison。　It　was　raining；　washing　all　
traces　of　the　snow　away　in　clear；　icy　ribbons　down　the　side　of　the　
walkway。　I　pulled　my　hood　up；　secretly　pleased。　I　would　be　free　to　go　
straight　home　after　Gym。　

Mike　kept　up　a　string　of　plaints　on　the　way　to　building　four。　

Once　inside　the　classroom；　I　saw　with　relief　that　my　table　was　still　
empty。　Mr。　Banner　was　walking　around　the　room；　distributing　one　
microscope　and　box　of　slides　to　each　table。　Class　didn't　start　for　a　few　
minutes；　and　the　room　buzzed　with　conversation。　I　kept　my　eyes　away　from　
the　door；　doodling　idly　on　the　cover　of　my　notebook。　

I　heard　very　clearly　when　the　chair　next　to　me　moved；　but　my　eyes　stayed　
carefully　focused　on　the　pattern　I　was　drawing。　

〃Hello；〃　said　a　quiet；　musical　voice。　

I　looked　up；　stunned　that　he　was　speaking　to　me。　He　was　sitting　as　far　
away　from　me　as　the　desk　allowed；　but　his　chair　was　angled　toward　me。　His　
hair　was　dripping　wet；　disheveled　—　even　so；　he　looked　like　he'd　just　
finished　shooting　a　mercial　for　hair　gel。　His　dazzling　face　was　
friendly；　open；　a　slight　smile　on　his　flawless　lips。　But　his　eyes　were　
careful。　

〃My　name　is　Edward　Cullen；〃　he　continued。　〃I　didn't　have　a　chance　to　
introduce　myself　last　week。　You　must　be　Bella　Swan。〃　

My　mind　was　spinning　with　confusion。　Had　I　made　up　the　whole　thing？　He　
was　perfectly　polite　now。　I　had　to　speak；　he　was　waiting。　But　I　couldn't　
think　of　anything　conventional　to　say。　

〃Hhow　do　you　know　my　name？〃　I　stammered。　

He　laughed　a　soft；　enchanting　laugh。　

〃Oh；　I　think　everyone　knows　your　name。　The　whole　town's　been　waiting　for　
you　to　arrive。〃　

I　grimaced。　I　knew　it　was　something　like　that。　

〃No；〃　I　persisted　stupidly。　〃I　meant；　why　did　you　call　me　Bella？〃　

He　seemed　confused。　〃Do　you　prefer　Isabella？〃　

〃No；　I　like　Bella；〃　I　said。　〃But　I　think　Charlie　—　I　mean　my　dad　—　must　
call　me　Isabella　behind　my　back　—　that's　what　everyone　here　seems　to　know　
me　as；〃　I　tried　to　explain；　feeling　like　an　utter　moron。　

〃Oh。〃　He　let　it　drop。　I　looked　away　awkwardly。　

Thankfully；　Mr。　Banner　started　class　at　that　moment。　I　tried　to　
concentrate　as　he　explained　the　lab　we　would　be　doing　today。　The　slides　
in　the　box　were　out　of　order。　Working　as　lab　partners；　we　had　to　separate　
the　slides　of　onion　root　tip　cells　into　the　phases　of　mitosis　they　
represented　and　label　them　accordingly。　We　weren't　supposed　to　use　our　
books。　In　twenty　minutes；　he　would　be　ing　around　to　see　who　had　it　
right。　

〃Get　started；〃　he　manded。　

〃Ladies　first；　partner？〃　Edward　asked。　I　looked　up　to　see　him　smiling　a　
crooked　smile　so　beautiful　that　I　could　only　stare　at　him　like　an　idiot。　

〃Or　I　could　start；　if　you　wish。〃　The　smile　faded；　he　was　obviously　
wondering　if　I　was　mentally　petent。　

〃No；〃　I　said；　flushing。　〃I'll　go　ahead。〃　

I　was　showing　off；　just　a　little。　I'd　already　done　this　lab；　and　I　knew　
what　I　was　looking　for。　It　should　be　easy。　I　snapped　the　first　slide　into　
place　under　the　microscope　and　adjusted　it　quickly　to　the　40X　objective。　
I　studied　the　slide　briefly。　

My　assessment　was　confident。　〃Prophase。〃　

〃Do　you　mind　if　I　look？〃　he　asked　as　I　began　to　remove　the　slide。　His　
hand　caught　mine；　to　stop　me；　as　he　asked。　His　fingers　were　icecold；　
like　he'd　been　holding　them　in　a　snowdrift　before　class。　But　that　wasn't　
why　I　jerked　my　hand　away　so　quickly。　When　he　touched　me；　it　stung　my　
hand　as　if　an　electric　current　had　passed　through　us。　

〃I'm　sorry；〃　he　muttered；　pulling　his　hand　back　immediately。　However；　he　
continued　to　reach　for　the　microscope。　I　watched　him；　still　staggered；　as　
he　examined　the　slide　for　an　even　shorter　time　than　I　had。　

〃Prophase；〃　he　agreed；　writing　it　neatly　in　the　first　space　on　our　
worksheet。　He　swiftly　switched　out　the　first　slide　for　the　second；　and　
then　glanced　at　it　cursorily。　

〃Anaphase；〃　he　murmured；　writing　it　down　as　he　spoke。　

I　kept　my　voice　indifferent。　〃May　I？〃　

He　smirked　and　pushed　the　microscope　to　me。　

I　looked　through　the　eyepiece　eagerly；　only　to　be　disappointed。　Dang　it；　
he　was　right。　

〃Slide　three？〃　I　held　out　my　hand　without　looking　at　him。　

He　handed　it　to　me；　it　seemed　like　he　was　being　careful　not　to　touch　my　
skin　again。　

I　took　the　most　fleeting　look　I　could　manage。　

〃Interphase。〃　I　passed　him　the　microscope　before　he　could　ask　for　it。　He　
took　a　swift　peek；　and　then　wrote　it　down。　I　would　have　written　it　while　
he　looked；　but　his　clear；　elegant　script　intimidated　me。　I　didn't　want　to　
spoil　the　page　with　my　clumsy　scrawl。　

We　were　finished　before　anyone　else　was　close。　I　could　see　Mike　and　his　
partner　paring　two　slides　again　and　again；　and　another　group　had　their　
book　open　under　the　table。　

Which　left　me　with　nothing　to　do　but　try　to　not　look　at　him…　
unsuccessfully。　I　glanced　up；　and　he　was　staring　at　me；　that　same　
inexplicable　look　of　frustration　in　his　eyes。　Suddenly　I　identified　that　
subtle　difference　in　his　face。　

〃Did　you　get　contacts？〃　I　blurted　out　unthinkingly。　

He　seemed　puzzled　by　my　unexpected　question。　〃No。〃　

〃Oh；〃　I　mumbled。　〃I　thought　there　was　something　different　about　your　
eyes。〃　

He　shrugged；　and　looked　away。　

In　fact；　I　was　sure　there　was　something　different。　I　vividly　remembered　

the　flat　black　color　of　his　eyes　the　last　time　he'd　glared　at　me　—　the　
color　was　striking　against　the　background　of　his　pale　skin　and　his　auburn　
hair。　Today；　his　eyes　were　a　pletely　different　color：　a　strange　ocher；　
darker　than　butterscotch；　but　with　the　same　golden　tone。　I　didn't　
understand　how　that　could　be；　unless　he　was　lying　for　some　reason　about　
the　contacts。　Or　maybe　Forks　was　making　me　crazy　in　the　literal　sense　of　
the　word。　

I　looked　down。　His　hands　were　clenched　into　hard　fists　again。　

Mr。　Banner　came　to　our　table　then；　to　see　why　we　weren't　working。　He　
looked　over　our　shoulders　to　glance　at　the　pleted　lab；　and　then　stared　
more　intently　to　check　the　answers。　

〃So；　Edward；　didn't　you　think　Isabella　should　get　a　chance　with　the　
microscope？〃　Mr。　Banner　asked。　

〃Bella；〃　Edward　corrected　automatically。　〃Actually；　she　identified　three　
of　the　five。〃　

Mr。　Banner　looked　at　me　now；　his　expression　was　skeptical。　

〃Have　you　done　this　lab　before？〃　he　asked。　

I　smiled　sheepishly。　〃Not　with　onion　root。〃　

〃Whitefish　blastula？〃　

〃Yeah。〃　

Mr。　Banner　nodded。　〃Were　you　in　an　advanced　placement　program　in　Phoenix？〃　

〃Yes。〃　

〃Well；〃　he　said　after　a　moment；　〃I　guess　it's　good　you　two　are　lab　
partners。〃　He　mumbled　something　else　as　he　walked　away。　After　he　left；　I　
began　doodling　on　my　notebook　again。　

〃It's　too　bad　about　the　snow；　isn't　it？〃　Edward　asked。　I　had　the　feeling　
that　he　was　forcing　himself　to　make　small　talk　with　me。　Paranoia　swept　
over　me　again。　It　was　like　he　had　heard　my　conversation　with　Jessica　at　
lunch　and　was　trying　to　prove　me　wrong。　

〃Not　really；〃　I　answered　honestly；　instead　of　pretending　to　be　normal　
like　everyone　else。　I　was　still　trying　to　dislodge　the　stupid　feeling　of　
suspicion；　and　I　couldn't　concentrate。　

〃You　don't　like　the　cold。〃　It　wasn't　a　question。　

〃Or　the　wet。〃　

〃Forks　must　be　a　difficult　place　for　you　to　live；〃　he　mused。　

〃You　have　no　idea；〃　I　muttered　darkly。　

He　looked　fascinated　by　what　I　said；　for　some　reason　I　couldn't　imagine。　
His　face　was　such　a　distraction　that　I　tried　not　to　look　at　it　any　more　
than　courtesy　absolutely　demanded。　

〃Why　did　you　e　here；　then？〃　

No　one　had　asked　me　that　—　not　straight　out　like　he　did；　demanding。　

〃It's…　plicated。〃　

〃I　think　I　can　keep　up；〃　he　pressed。　

I　paused　for　a　long　moment；　and　then　made　the　mistake　of　meeting　his　
gaze。　His　dark　gold　eyes　confused　me；　and　I　answered　without　thinking。　

〃My　mother　got　remarried；〃　I　said。　

〃That　doesn't　sound　so　plex；〃　he　disagreed；　but　he　was　suddenly　
sympathetic。　〃When　did　that　happen？〃　

〃Last　September。〃　My　voice　sounded　sad；　even　to　me。　

〃And　you　don't　like　him；〃　Edward　surmised；　his　tone　still　kind。　

〃No；　Phil　is　fine。　Too　young；　maybe；　but　nice　enough。〃　

〃Why　didn't　you　stay　with　them？〃　

I　couldn't　fathom　his　interest；　but　he　continued　to　stare　at　me　with　
perating　eyes；　as　if　my　dull　life's　story　was　somehow　vitally　
important。　

〃Phil　travels　a　lot。　He　plays　ball　for　a　living。〃　I　halfsmiled。　

〃Have　I　heard　of　him？〃　he　asked；　smiling　in　response。　

〃Probably　not。　He　doesn't　play　well。　Strictly　minor　league。　He　moves　
around　a　lot。〃　

〃And　your　mother　sent　you　here　so　that　she　could　travel　with　him。〃　He　
said　it　as　an　assumption　again；　not　a　question。　

My　chin　raised　a　fraction。　〃No；　she　did　not　send　me　here。　I　sent　myself。〃　

His　eyebrows　knit　together。　〃I　don't　understand；〃　he　admitted；　and　he　
seemed　unnecessarily　frustrated　by　that　fact。　

I　sighed。　Why　was　I　explaining　this　to　him？　He　continued　to　stare　at　me　
with　obvious　curiosity。　

〃She　stayed　with　me　at　first；　but　she　missed　him。　It　made　her　unhappy…　so　
I　decided　it　was　time　to　spend　some　quality　time　with　Charlie。〃　My　voice　
was　glum　by　the　time　I　finished。　

〃But　now　you're　unhappy；〃　he　pointed　out。　

〃And？〃　I　challenged。　

〃That　doesn't　seem　fair。〃　He　shrugged；　but　his　eyes　were　still　intense。　

I　laughed　without　humor。　〃Hasn't　anyone　ever　told　you？　Life　isn't　fair。〃　

〃I　believe　I　have　heard　that　somewhere　before；〃　he　agreed　dryly。　

〃So　that's　all；〃　I　insisted；　wondering　why　he　was　still　staring　at　me　
that　way。　

His　gaze　became　appraisi