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  me way.
  ”edward is staring at you,” jessica giggled in my ear.
  ”he doesn't look angry, does he?” i 't help asking.
  ”no,” she said, sounding fused by my question. ”should he be?”
  ”i don't think he likes me,” i fided. i still felt queasy. i put my
  head down on my arm.
  ”the s don't like ahey don't notiybody enough
  to like them. but he's still staring at you.”
  ”stop looking at him,” i hissed.
  she s she looked away. i raised my head enough to make sure
  that she did, plating violeed.
  mike ihen — he lale of the blizzard
  in the parking lot after sd wao join. jessica agreed
  enthusiastically. the way she looked at mike left little doubt that she
  would be up f he suggested. i kept silent. i would have to
  hide iil the parking lot cleared.
  for the rest of the lunch hour i very carefully kept my eyes at my own
  table. i decided tain 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 sittio him again.
  i did to walk to class with mike as usual — he seemed to
  be a pet for the snoers — but ent to the
  door, everyone besides me groaned in unison. it was raining, washing all
  traces of the snow away in clear, is dowhe
  ulled my hood up, secretly pleased. i wo
  straight hym.
  mike kept up a string of plaio building four.
  ohe , i saw with relief that my table was still
  empty. mr. banner was walking around the r one
  microsd box of slides to each table. 't start for a few
  mihe room buzzed with versatio my eyes away from
  the door, doodling idly on the y notebook.
  i heard very clearly when the ext to me moved, but my eyes stayed
  carefully fo the pattern i was drawing.
  ”hello,” said a quiet, musical voice.
  i looked up, stu he eaking to me. he was sitting as far
  away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was aoward me. his
  hair i, disheveled — even so, he looked like he'd just
  fiing a ercial fel. his dazzling face was
  friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. but his eyes were
  careful.
  ”my name is edward ,” he ued. ”i didn't have a ce to
  introduce myself last week. you must be bella swan.”
  my mind inning with . had i made up the whole thing? he
  erfectly polite noeak; he was waiting. but i 't
  think of anythio say.
  ”h-how do you know my ammered.
  he laughed a soft, eng laugh.
  ”oh, i think everyone knows your owing for
  you to arrive.”
  i grimaew it was somethi.
  ”ed stupidly. ”i meant, why did you call me bella?”
  he seemed fused. ”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 everyoo know
  me as,” i tried to explain, feelier moron.
  ”oh.” he let it drop. i looked aardly.
  thankfully, mr. baed class at that momeo
  trate as he explaihe lab we would be doing today. the slides
  in the box were out as lab parto separate
  the slides of onion root tip to the phases of mitosis they
  represented ahem agly. we weren't supposed to use our
  books. ies, he would be ing around to see who had it
  right.
  ”get started,” he anded.
  ”ladies first, partner?” edward asked. i looked up to see him smiling a
  ile so beautiful that i ly stare at him like an idiot.
  ”or i could start, if you wish.” the smile faded; he was obviously
  w if i etent.