"I don't think he likes me," I confided. I still felt queasy. I put my
head down on my arm.

"The Cullens don't like anybody… well, they don't notice anybody enough
to like them. But he's still staring at you."

"Stop looking at him," I hissed.

She snickered, but she looked away. I raised my head enough to make sure
that she did, contemplating violence if she resisted.

Mike interrupted us then — he was planning an epic battle of the blizzard
in the parking lot after school and wanted us to join. Jessica agreed
enthusiastically. The way she looked at Mike left little doubt that she
would be up for anything he suggested. I kept silent. I would have to
hide in the gym until the parking lot cleared.

For the rest of the lunch hour I very carefully kept my eyes at my own
table. I decided to honor the bargain 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 sitting next to him again.

I didn't really want to walk to class with Mike as usual — he seemed to
be a popular target for the snowball snipers — but when we went to the
door, everyone besides me groaned in unison. It was raining, washing all
traces of the snow away in clear, icy ribbons down the side of the
walkway. I pulled my hood up, secretly pleased. I would be free to go
straight home after Gym.

Mike kept up a string of complaints on the way to building four.

Once inside the classroom, I saw with relief that my table was still
empty. Mr. Banner was walking around the room, distributing one
microscope and box of slides to each table. Class didn't start for a few
minutes, and the room buzzed with conversation. I kept my eyes away from
the door, doodling idly on the cover of my notebook.

I heard very clearly when the chair next to me moved, but my eyes stayed
carefully focused on the pattern I was drawing.

"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.

I looked up, stunned that he was speaking to me. He was sitting as far
away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His
hair was dripping wet, disheveled — even so, he looked like he'd just
finished shooting a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was
friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were
careful.

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    "我认为他不喜欢我，"我吐露了自己的想法。我还是感觉要吐。我把头放到了胳膊上。

    "卡伦他们几个谁都不喜欢……唔，他们对谁都不多瞅几眼，怎么会喜欢呢？不过他还在盯着你瞧呢。"

    "别看他了，"我嘘声说道。

    她发出了窃笑，但还是把目光移开了。我抬起头看了看她，以确认她没有继续在看爱德华，思量着要是她拒不服从，我就使用暴力。

    这时，迈克打断了我们——他正在筹划放学后在停车场搞一次超大规模的雪仗，并且想要我们参加。杰西卡热烈响应，她看迈克的那副样子，叫人看了丝毫不会怀疑，迈克让她干什么她都会乖乖地去干。我保持沉默。我恐怕得躲在体育馆里，等停车场没人了再出来。

    午饭剩下来的时间，我都非常小心地把目光一直放在自己桌上。我决定尊重我跟自己达成的那个协议。既然他看上去不生气，我就去上生物学。一想到又要坐到他的旁边，我的胃，的的确确可怕地翻腾了几下。

    我并不想像往常那样跟迈克一起去上课——他似乎是雪球狙击手们喜欢的目标——不过我们走到门口时，除了我以外，大家都不约而同地唉声叹气。天下雨了，把所有的积雪都冲刷一空，像一根明净、冰冷的缎带似的顺着人行道流走了。我把帽兜拉了上来，心中窃喜。下了体育课，我可以直接回家去喽。

    迈克在去4号楼的路上一直抱怨个没完。

    进了教室后，我看见我的桌子还空着，舒了一口气。班纳先生正在教室里来回走动，在给每张桌子发一个显微镜和一盒玻璃片。课还没开始上，还要过几分钟，教室里嗡声一片。我克制着不往门口的方向看，漫不经心地在笔记本的封面上乱涂一气。

    旁边的椅子挪动时，我听得非常真切，但我的目光依旧小心地集中在手头正在画的图案上。

    "你好，"一个轻轻的、悦耳的声音说道。

    我抬起了头，惊呆了，他在跟我说话。他坐得离我远远的，只差没坐到桌子外边去了，不过他椅子的一角冲着我。他的头发湿得滴水，凌乱得很——即使这样，他看上去也像刚刚拍完发胶广告似的。他那张光彩夺目的脸，友好而又单纯，完美无瑕的两片嘴唇上挂着一丝淡淡的笑意。不过他的目光里却充满了谨慎。