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ords； the conflict between them too wild to allow for a coherent response。 It was silent in the car except for the steady rhythms of her heart and lungs。 Where s the rest of your family？ she asked suddenly。 I took a deep breath registering the scent in the car with true pain for the first time； I was getting used to this； I realized with satisfaction and forced myself to be casual again。 They took Rosalie s car。 I parked in the open spot next to the car in question。 I hid my smile as I watched her eyes widen。 Ostentatious； isn t it？ Um； wow。 If she has that； why does she ride with you？ Rosalie would have enjoyed Bella s reaction if she were being objective about Bella； which probably wouldn t happen。 Like I said； it s ostentatious。 We try to blend in。 You don t succeed； she told me； and then she laughed a carefree laugh。 The blithe； wholly untroubled sound of her laughter warmed my hollow chest even as it made my head swim with doubt。 So why did Rosalie drive today if it s more conspicuous？ she wondered。 Hadn t you noticed？ I m breaking all the rules now。 My answer should have been mildly frightening so； of course； Bella smiled at it。 She didn t wait for me to open her door； just like last night。 I had to feign normality here at school so I couldn t move fast enough to prevent this but she was just going to have to get used to being treated with more courtesy； and get used to it soon。 I walked as close to her as I dared； watching carefully for any sign that my proximity upset her。 Twice her hand twitched toward me and then she would snatch it back。 It looked like she wanted to touch me My breath sped。 Why do you have cars like that at all？ as we walked。 An indulgence； I admitted。 If you re looking for privacy？ she asked We all like to drive fast。 Figures； she mumbled； her tone sour。 She didn t look up to see my answering grin。
Nuhuh！ I don t believe this！ it！ Why？ How the hell did Bella pull this off？ I don t get Jessica s mental boggling interrupted my thoughts。 She was waiting for Bella； taking refuge from the rain under the edge of the cafeteria s roof； with Bella s winter jacket over her arm。 Her eyes were wide with disbelief。 Bella noticed her； too； in the next moment。 A faint pink touched her cheek when Bella registered Jessica s expression。 The thoughts in Jessica s head were fairly clear on her face。 Hey； Jessica。 Thanks for remembering； Bella greeted her。 the jacket and Jessica handed it to her wordlessly。 She reached out for I should be polite to Bella s friends； whether they were good friends or not。 Good morning； Jessica。 Whoa Jessica s eyes popped even wider。 It was strange and amusing and； honestly； a bit embarrassing to realize how much being near Bella had softened me。 It seemed like no one was afraid of me any more。 If Emmett found out about this； he would be laughing for the next century。 Er hi； Jessica mumbled； and her eyes flashed to Bella s face； full of significance。 I guess I ll see you in Trig。 You are so going to spill。 I m not taking no for an answer。 have details！ Edward freaking CULLEN！！ Life is so unfair。 Bella s mouth twitched。 Yeah； I ll see you then。 Details。 I have to Jessica s thoughts ran wild as she hurried to her first class； peeking back at us now and then。 The whole story。 I m not accepting anything less。 Did they plan to meet up last night？ Are they dating？ How long？ How could she keep this a secret？ Why would she want to？ It can t be a casual thing she has to be seriously into him。 Is there any other option？ I will find out。 I can t stand not knowing。 I wonder if she s made out with him？ Oh； swoon Jessica s thoughts were suddenly disjointed； and she let wordless fantasies swirl through her head。 I winced at her speculations； and not just because she d replaced Bella with herself in the mental pictures。 It couldn t be like that。 And yet I I wanted How many wrong ways would I want I resisted making the admission； even to myself。 Bella in？ Which one would end up killing her？ I shook my head； and tried to lighten up。 What are you going to tell her？ I asked Bella。 Hey！ she whispered fiercely。 I can t。 I thought you couldn t read my mind！ Ah we I stared at her； surprised； trying to make sense of her words。
must have been thinking the same thing at the same time。 Hmm I rather liked that。 However； I told her； I can read hers she ll be waiting to ambush you in class。 Bella groaned； and then let the jacket slide off her shoulders。 I didn t realize that she was giving it back at first I wouldn t have asked for it； I would rather she kept it a token so I was too slow to offer her my help。 She handed me the jacket； and put her arms through her own； without looking up to see that my hands were extended to assist。 I frowned at that； and then controlled my expression before she noticed it。 So； what are you going to tell her？ I pressed。 A little help？ What does she want to know？ I wanted to hear what she was thinking without a I smiled； and shook my head。 prompt。 That s not fair。 Her eyes tightened。 No； you not sharing what you know now that s unfair。 Right she didn t like double standards。 We got to the door of her class where I would have to leave her； I wondered idly if Ms。 Cope would be more acmodating about a switch in the schedule of my English class I made myself focus。 I could be fair。 She wants to know if we re secretly dating； I said slowly。 know how you feel about me。 Her eyes were wide not startled； but ingenious now。 readable。 She was playing innocent。 Yikes； she murmured。 What should I say？ I pondered how And she wants to They were open to me； Hmmm。 She always tried to make me give away more than she did。 to respond。 A wayward strand of her hair； slightly damp from the fog； draped across her shoulder and curled around where her collar bone was hidden by the ridiculous sweater。 It drew my eyes pulled them across the other hidden lines I reached for it carefully； not touching her skin the morning was chill enough without my touch and twisted it back into place in her untidy bun so that it wouldn t distract me again。 I remembered when Mike Newton had touched her hair； and my jaw flexed at the memory。 She had flinched away from him then。 Her reaction now was nothing the same； instead；