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  ”too much,” i whispered back. ”more tha i don't see how
  i help that.” i sighed, one blush blending i.
  then, thankfully, mr. varner jessi answer.
  she did a ce to start o again during d
  as soon as the bell rang, i took evasive a.
  ”in english, mike asked me if you said anything about monday night,” i
  told her.
  ”y! what did you say?!” she gasped, pletely sidetracked.
  ”i told him you said you had a lot of fun — he looked pleased.”
  ”tell me exactly what he said, a answer!”
  we spehe walk disseteures and most of
  spanish oion of mike's facial expressions. i wouldn't
  have helped draw it as i did if i wasn't worried about
  the subjeing to me.
  ahe bell rang for lunch. as i jumped up out of my seat, shoving
  my bhly in my bag, my uplifted expression must have tipped
  jessica off.
  ”you're not sitting with us today, are you?” she guessed.
  ”i don't think so.” i 't be sure that he wouldn't disappear
  ily again.
  but outside the door to our spanish class, leaning against the wall —
  looking more like a greek god than anyone had a right to — edward was
  waiting for me. jessie look, rolled her eyes, aed.
  ”see you later, bella.” her voice was thick with impliight
  have to turn er on the phone.
  ”hello.” his voice was amused and irritated at the same time. he had been
  listening, it was obvious.
  ”hi.”
  i 't think of ao say, and he didn't speak — biding
  his time, i presumed — so it was a quiet walk to the cafeteria. walking
  with edward through the crowded lunchtime rush was a lot like my first
  day here; everyoared.
  he led the way iill hough his eyes
  returo my face every few seds, their expressioive. it
  seemed to me that irritation was winning out over amusement as the
  domiion in his face. i fidgeted nervously with the zipper on my
  jacket.
  he stepped up to the d filled a tray with food.
  ”what are you doing?” i objected. ”yetting all that for me?”
  he shook his head, stepping forward to buy the food.
  ”half is for me, of course.”
  i raised one eyebrow.
  he led the way to the same place we'd sat that oime before. from the
  other eable, a group azed at us i
  as we sat a each other. edward seemed oblivious.
  ”take whatever you want,” he said, pushioward me.
  ”i'm curious,” i said as i pi apple, turning it around in my
  hands, ”what would you do if someoo eat food?”
  ”you're always curious.” he grimaced, shaking his head. he glared at me,
  holding my eyes as he lifted the slice of pizza off the tray, and
  deliberately bit off a mouthful, chewed quid then swallowed. i
  watched, eyes wide.
  ”if someoo eat dirt, you could, 't you?” he asked
  dingly.
  i wrinkled my nose. ”i did on a dare,” i admitted. ”it wasn't so
  bad.”
  he laughed. ”i suppose i'm not surprised.” something over my shoulder
  seemed to catch his attention.
  ”jessica's ahing i do — she'll break it down for you
  later.” he pushed the rest of the pizza toward me. the mention of jessica
  brought a hint of his former irritation back to his features.
  i put dole and took a bite of the pizza, looking away, knowing
  he was about to start.
  ”so the waitress retty, was she?” he asked casually.
  ”you really didn't notice?”
  ”no. i wasn't payiion. i had a lot on my mind.”
  ”pirl.” i cenerous now.
  ”something you said to jessica… well, it bothers me.” he refused to be
  distracted. his voice was husky, and he glan under his lashes
  with troubled eyes.