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  r/> sudde rigid iared at me agaiing my eyes
  with the stra expression o was hostile, furious. i
  looked away quickly, shog red again. i stumbled over a book in
  the walkway and had to catch myself oable. the girl
  sitting there giggled.
  i'd his eyes were black — coal black.
  mr. banner signed my slip and handed me a book with
  introdus. i could tell we were goi along. of course, he had
  o sehe ohe middle of the room.
  i kept my eyes dow by him, bewildered by the
  antagonistic stare he'd given me.
  i didn't look up as i set my book oable and took my seat, but i
  saw his pe from the y eye. he was leaning away
  from me, sittireme edge of his d averting his face
  like he smelled something bad. inspicuously, i sniffed my hair. it
  smelled like strawberries, the sy favorite shampoo. it seemed an
  i enough odor. i let my hair fall ht sh a
  dark between us, ao pay attentioeacher.
  uhe lecture was on cellular anatomy, something i'd already
  studied. i took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.
  i 't stop myself from peeking oally through the sy
  hair at the stra the whole class, he never
  relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair, sitting as far from
  me as possible. i could see his hand o leg was to a
  fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin. this, too, he never
  relaxed. he had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his
  elbows, and his forearm risingly hard and museath his
  light skin. he wasn't nearly as slight as he'd looked o his burly
  brother.
  the class seemed t ohe others. was it because the
  day was finally ing to a close, or because i was waiting fht
  fist to loosen? it never did; he ued to sit so still it looked like
  he wasn't breathing. ith him? was this his normal
  behavior? i questioned my judgment on jessica's bitter lunch
  today. maybe she was ful as i'd thought.
  it 't have anything to do with me. he didn't know me from eve.
  i peeked up at him oime, a. he was glaring down
  at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. as i flinched away from
  him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly
  ran through my mind.
  at that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and edward
  was out of his seat. fluidly he rose — he was much taller than i'd
  thought — his bae, a the door before anyone else was
  out of their seat.
  i sat frozearing blankly after him. he was so mean. it
  wasn't fair. i began gathering up my things sl to block the
  a filled me, for fear my eyes . for some reason, my
  temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. i usually i was angry,
  a humiliating tendency.
  ”aren't you isabella swan?” a male voice asked.
  i looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully
  gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. he obviously
  didn't think i smelled bad.
  ”bella,” i corrected him, with a smile.
  ”i'm mike.”
  ”hi, mike.”
  ”do you need any help findi class?”
  ”i'm headed to the gym, actually. i think i d it.”
  ”that's my class, too.” he seemed thrilled, though it wasn't that
  big of a a sall.
  we walked to class together; he was a chatterer — he supplied most of the
  versation, which made it easy for me. he'd lived in ia till he
  was ten, so he knew how i felt about the sun. it tur he was in my
  english class also. he was the person i'd met today.
  but as we were ehe gym, he asked, ”so, did you stab edward
  encil or what? i've like that.”
  i ged. so i wasn't the only one who had notid, apparently,
  that wasn't edward 's usual behavior. i decided to pl