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  gym.
  ”gym,” i groaned.
  ”i take care of that.” i hadn't noticed edward moving to my side, but
  he spoke now in my ear. ”go sit doale,” he muttered.
  that wasn't a ge; i ale, a swoo
  a light shee o ihe creaky folding
  d rested my head agaih my eyes closed. fainting
  spells always exhausted me.
  i heard edeaking softly at the ter.
  ”ms. cope?”
  ”yes?” i hadn't heard her return to her desk.
  ”bella has gym hour, and i don't think she feels well enough.
  actually, i was thinking i should take her home now. do you think you
  could excuse her from class?” his voice was like melting honey. i could
  imagine how muing his eyes would be.
  ”do you o be excused, too, edward?” ms. cope fluttered. why
  't i do that?
  ”no, i have mrs. goff, she won't mind.”
  ”okay, it's all taken care of. you feel better, bella,” she e.
  i nodded weakly, hamming it up just a bit.
  ” you walk, or do you waain?” with his back to
  the reist, his expressioic.
  ”i'll walk.”
  i stood carefully, and i was still fihe door for me, his
  smile polite but his eyes mog. i walked out into the e mist
  that had just begun to fall. it felt ime i'd enjoyed
  the out of the sky — as it washed my fa
  of the sticky perspiration.
  ”thanks,” i said as he followed me out. ”it's almetting sick
  to miss gym.”
  ”anytime.” he was staring straight forward, squinting into the rain.
  ”soing? this saturday, i mean?” i ihough
  it seemed unlikely. i 't picture him loading up to carpool with the
  rest of the kids from school; he didhe same world. but
  just hopi gave me the first twihusiasm i'd felt
  for the outing.
  ”where are you all goily?” he was still looking ahead,
  expressionless.
  ”doush, to first beach.” i studied his fag to read it.
  his eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally.
  he gla me from the er of his eye, smiling wryly. ”i
  really don't think i was invited.”
  i sighed. ”i just invited you.”
  ”let's you and i not push poor mike ahis week. we don't want
  him to snap.” his eyes danced; he was enjoyihan he
  should.
  ”mike-schmike.” i muttered, preoccupied by the way he'd said ”you and i.”
  i liked it more than i should.
  we arking lot , toward my truck.
  something caught my jaking me back.
  ”where do you think y?” he asked, ed. he ing a
  fistful of my jae hand.
  i was fused. ”i'm going home.”
  ”didn't you hear me promise to take you safely home? do you think i'm
  goi you drive in your ?” his voice was still indignant.
  ”what ? and what about my truplained.
  ”i'll have alice drop it off after school.” he was towioward his
  ow, pulling me by my jacket. it was all i could do to keep from
  falling backward. he'd probably just drag me along anyway if i did.
  ”let go!” i insisted. he igaggered along sideways across
  the wet sidewalk uhe volvo. then he finally freed me — i
  stumbled against the passenger door.
  ”you are so pushy!” i grumbled.
  ”it's open,” was all he respohe driver's side.
  ”i am perfectly capable myself home!” i stood by the car,
  fuming. it was raining harder now, and i'd my hood up, so my
  hair ing down my back.
  he lowered the automatidow aoward me across the seat.
  ”get in, bella.”
  i didn't answer. i was mentally g my ces the
  truck before he could catch me. i had to admit,