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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 appraising。 〃You put on a good show；〃 he said slowly。
〃But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone
see。〃
I grimaced at him； resisting the impulse to stick out my tongue like a
fiveyearold； and looked away。
〃Am I wrong？〃
I tried to ignore him。
〃I didn't think so；〃 he murmured smugly。
〃Why does it matter to you？〃 I asked； irritated。 I kept my eyes away；
watching the teacher make his rounds。
〃That's a very good question；〃 he muttered； so quietly that I wondered if
he was talking to himself。 However； after a few seconds of silence； I
decided that was the only answer I was going to get。
I sighed； scowling at the blackboard。
〃Am I annoying you？〃 he asked。 He sounded amused。
I glanced at him without thinking… and told the truth again。 〃Not
exactly。 I'm more annoyed at myself。 My face is so easy to read — my
mother always calls me her open book。〃 I frowned。
〃On the contrary； I find you very difficult to read。〃 Despite everything
that I'd said and he'd guessed； he sounded like he meant it。
〃You must be a good reader then；〃 I replied。
〃Usually。〃 He smiled widely； flashing a set of perfect； ultrawhite teeth。
Mr。 Banner called the class to order then； and I turned with relief to
listen。 I was in disbelief that I'd just explained my dreary life to this
bizarre； beautiful boy who may or may not despise me。 He'd seemed
engrossed in our conversation； but now I could see； from the corner of my
eye； that he was leaning away from me again； his hands gripping the edge
of the table with unmistakable tension。
I tried to appear attentive as Mr。 Banner illustrated； with
transparencies on the overhead projector； what I had seen without
difficulty through the microscope。 But my thoughts were unmanageable。
When the bell finally rang； Edward rushed as swiftly and as gracefully
from the room as he had last Monday。 And； like last Monday； I stared
after him in amazement。
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my books for