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  ld never have dreamed that up on my own.
  it was foggy and dark outside my window, absolutely perfect. he had no
  reason not to be in school today. i dressed ihes,
  remembering i didn't have a jacket. further proof that my memory was real.
  when i got downstairs, charlie was gone again — i was ruhan
  i'd realized. i swallowed a granola bar ies, chased it down
  with milk straight from the d thehe door.
  hopefully the rain would hold off until i d jessica.
  it was unusually foggy; the air was almost smoky with it. the mist was
  ice cold where it g to the exposed skin on my faeck. i
  't wait to get the heat going in my truck. it was such a thick fog
  that i n the driveway before i realized there was a car
  in it: a silver car. my heart thudded, stuttered, and then picked up
  again iime.
  i didn't see where he , but suddehere, pulling the
  door open for me.
  ”do you wah me today?” he asked, amused by my expression as
  he caught me by surprise yet again. there was uy in his voice.
  he was really giving me a choice — i was free to refuse, and part of him
  hoped for that. it e.
  ”yes, thank you,” i said, trying to keep my voice calm. as i stepped into
  the warm oticed his ta was sluhe headrest of the
  passehe door closed behind me, ahan should be
  possible, he was sitti the car.
  ”i brought the jacket for you. i didn't want you to get sick or
  something.” his voice was guarded. i he wore
  himself, just a light gray k with long sleeves. again,
  the fabrig to his perfectly muscled chest. it was a colossal
  tribute to his face that it kept my eyes away from his body.
  ”i'm delicate,” i said, but i pulled the jay
  lap, pushing my arms through the too-long sleeves, curious to see if the
  st could possibly be as good as i remembered. it was better.
  ”aren't you?” he tradi a voice so low i wasn't sure if he meant
  for me to hear.
  we drh the fog-shrouded streets, always too fast, feeling
  aas, at least. last night all the n… almost all.
  i didn't kill being as did today. it left me
  toed for him to speak.
  he turo smirk at me. ”what, ions today?”
  ”do my questions bother you?” i asked, relieved.
  ”not as much as your reas do.” he looked like he was joking, but i
  't be sure.
  i frowned. ”do i react badly?”
  ”no, that's the problem. you take everything so coolly — it's unnatural.
  it makes me wo you're really thinking.”
  ”i always tell you what i'm really thinking.”
  ”you edit,” he accused.
  ”not very much.”
  ”enough to drive me insane.”
  ”you don't wa,” i mumbled, almost whispered. as soon as the
  words were retted them. the pain in my voice was very faint; i
  ly hope he hadn't .
  he didn't respond, and i wondered if i had ruihe mood. his face was
  unreadable as we drove into the sch lot. somethio
  me belatedly.
  ”where's the rest of your family?” i asked — mlad to be alone
  with him, but remembering that his car was usually full.
  ”they took rosalie's car.” he shrugged as he parked o a glossy red
  vertible with the top up. ”ostentatious, isn't it?”
  ”um, wow,” i breathed. ”if she has that, why does she ride with you?”
  ”like i said, it's ostentatious. we try to blend in.”
  ”you don't succeed.” i laughed and shook my head as we got out of the
  car. i wasn't late anymore; his lunatig had gotteo school
  iime. ”so why did rosalie drive today if it's more
  spicuous?”
  ”hadn't you noticed? i'm breaking all the rules me at the
  froaying very y side as we walked onto campus.
  i wao close that little dista