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your call interrupted Charlie telling me that you’d called。”
“Oh。 Sorry。”
“Sure。 Now； why are you harassing Charlie？”
“I need to talk to you。”
“Yeah； I figured out that part all by myself。 Go ahead。”
There was a short pause。
“You going to school tomorrow？”
I frowned to myself； unable to make sense of this question。 “Of course I am。 Why wouldn’t I？”
“I dunno。 Just curious。”
Another pause。
“So what did you want to talk about； Jake？”
He hesitated。 “Nothing really； I guess。 I 。 。 。 wanted to hear your voice。”
“Yeah； I know。 I’m so glad you called me； Jake。 I 。 。 。” But I didn’t know what more to say。 I wanted to
tell him I was on my way to La Push right now。 And I couldn’t tell him that。
“I have to go；” he said abruptly。
“What？”
“I’ll talk to you soon； okay？”
“But Jake —”
He was already gone。 I listened to the dial tone with disbelief。
“That was short；” I muttered。
“Is everything all right？” Edward asked。 His voice was low and careful。
I turned slowly to face him。 His expression was perfectly smooth — impossible to read。
“I don’t know。 I wonder what that was about。” It didn’t make sense that Jacob had been hounding
Charlie all day just to ask me if I was going to school。 And if he’d wanted to hear my voice； then why did he
hang up so quickly？
“Your guess is probably better than mine；” Edward said； the hint of a smiletugging at the corner of his
mouth。
“Mmm；” I murmured。 That was true。 I knew Jake inside and out。 It shouldn’t be that plicated to figure
out his motivations。
With my thoughts miles away — about fifteen miles away； up the road to La Push — I started bing
through the fridge； assembling ingredients for Charlie’s dinner。 Edward leaned against the counter； and I was
distantly aware that his eyes were on my face； but too preoccupied to worry about what he saw there。
The school thing seemed like the key to me。 That was the only real question Jake had asked。 And he had
to be after an answer to something； or he wouldn’t have been bugging Charlie so persistently。
Why would my attendance record matter to him； though？
I tried to think about it in a logical way。 So； if I hadn’t been going to school tomorrow； what would be the
problem with that； from Jacob’s perspective？ Charlie had given me a little grief about missing a day of school
so close to finals； but I’d convinced him that one Friday wasn’t going to derail my studies。 Jake would hardly
care about that。
My brain refused to e up with any brilliant insights。 Maybe I was missing some vital piece of
information。
What could have changed in the past three days that was so important that Jacob would break his long
streak of refusing to answer my phone calls and contact me？ What difference could three days make？
I froze in the middle of the kitchen。 The package of icy hamburger in my hands slipped through my numb
fingers。 It took me a slow second to miss the thud it should have made against the floor。
Edward had caught it and thrown it onto the counter。 His arms were already around me； his lips at my ear。
“What’s wrong？”
I shook my head； dazed。
Three days could change everything。
Hadn’t I just been thinking about how impossible college was？ How I couldn’t be anywhere near people
after I’d gone through the painful threeday conversion that would set me free from mortality； so that I could
spend eternity with Edward？ The conversion that would make me forever a prisoner to my own thirst。 。 。 。
Had Charlie told Billy that I’d vanished for three days？ Had Billy jumped to conclusions？ Had Jacob
really been asking me if I was still human？ Making sure that the werewolves’ treaty was unbroken — that
none of the Cullens had dared to bite a human 。 。 。 bite； not kill 。 。 。 ？
But did he honestly think I would e home to Charlie if that was the case？
Edward shook me。 “Bella？” he asked； truly anxious now。
“I think 。 。 。 I think he was checking；” I mumbled。 “Checking to make sure。 That I’m human； I mean。”
Edward stiffened； and a low hiss sounded in my ear。
“We’ll have to leave；” I whispered。 “Before。 So that it doesn’t break the treaty。 We won’t ever be able to
e back。”
His arms tightened around me。 “I know。”
“Ahem。” Charlie cleared his voice loudly behind us。
I jumped； and then pulled free of Edward’s arms； my face getting hot。 Edward leaned back against the
counter。 His eyes were tight。 I could see worry in them； and anger。
“If you don’t want to make dinner； I can call for a pizza；” Charlie hinted。
“No； that’s okay； I’m already started。”
“Okay；” Charlie said。 He propped himself against the doorframe； folding his arms。
I sighed and got to work； trying to ignore my audience。
“If I asked you to do something； would you trust me？” Edward asked； an edge to his soft voice。
We were almost to school。 Edward had been relaxed and joking just a moment ago； and now suddenly
his hands were clenched tight on the steering wheel； his knuckles straining in an effort not to snap it into pieces。
I stared at his anxious expression — his eyes were far away； like he was listening to distant voices。
My pulse sped in response to his stress； but I answered carefully。 “That depends。”
We pulled into the school lot。
“I was afraid you would say that。”
“What do you want me to do； Edward？”
“I want you to stay in the car。” He pulled into his usual spot and turned the engine off as he spoke。 “I want
you to wait here until I e back for you。”
“But 。 。 。 why？”
That was when I saw him。 He would have been hard to miss； towering over the students the way he did；
even if he hadn’t been leaning against his black motorcycle； parked illegally on the sidewalk。
“Oh。”
Jacob’s face was a calm mask that I recognized well。 It was the face he used when he was determined to
keep his emotions in check； to keep himself under control。 It made him look like Sam； the oldest of the
wolves； the leader of the Quileute pack。 But Jacob could never quite manage the perfect serenity Sam always
exuded。
I’d forgot