I did not see much of Jasper’s guests for the two sunny days that they were in Forks. Ionly went home at all so that Esme wouldn’t worry. Otherwise, my existence seemedmore like that of a specter than a vampire. I hovered, invisible in the shadows, where Icould follow the object of my love and obsession—where I could see her and hear her inthe minds of the lucky humans who could walk through the sunlight beside her,sometimes accidentally brushing the back of her hand with their own. She never reactedto such contact; their hands were just as warm as hers.

　　The enforced absence from school had never been a trial like this before. But thesun seemed to make her happy, so I could not resent it too much. Anything that pleasedher was in my good graces.

　　Monday morning, I eavesdropped on a conversation that had the potential todestroy my confidence and make the time spent away from her a torture. As it ended up,though, it rather made my day.

　　I had to feel some little respect for Mike Newton; he had not simply given up andslunk away to nurse his wounds. He had more bravery than I’d given him credit for. Hewas going to try again.

　　Bella got to school quite early and, seeming intent on enjoying the sun while itlasted, sat at one of the seldom used picnic benches while she waited for the first bell toring. Her hair caught the sun in unexpected ways, giving off a reddish shine that I hadnot anticipated.

　　Mike found her there, doodling again, and was thrilled at his good luck.

　　It was agonizing to only be able to watch, powerless, bound to the forest’sshadows by the bright sunlight.

　　She greeted him with enough enthusiasm to make him ecstatic, and me theopposite.

　　See, she likes me. She wouldn’t smile like that if she didn’t. I bet she wanted togo to the dance with me. Wonder what’s so important in Seattle…    He perceived the change in her hair. “I never noticed before—your hair has red init.”

　　I accidentally uprooted the young spruce tree my hand was resting on when hepinched a strand of her hair between his fingers.

　　“Only in the sun,” she said. To my deep satisfaction, she cringed away from himslightly when he tucked the strand behind her ear.

　　It took Mike a minute to build up his courage, wasting some time on small talk.

　　She reminded him of the essay we all had due on Wednesday. From the faintlysmug expression on her face, hers was already done. He’d forgotten altogether, and thatseverely diminished his free time.

　　Dang—stupid essay.

　　Finally he got to the point—my teeth were clenched so hard they could havepulverized granite—and even then, he couldn’t make himself ask the question outright.

　　“I was going to ask if you wanted to go out.”

　　“Oh,” she said.

　　There was a brief silence.

　　Oh? What does that mean? Is she going to yes? Wait—I guess I didn’t reallyask.

　　He swallowed hard.

　　“Well, we could go to dinner or something…and I could work on it later.”

　　Stupid—that wasn’t a question either.

　　“Mike…”

　　The agony and fury of my jealousy was every whit as powerful as it had been lastweek. I broke another tree trying to hold myself here. I wanted so badly to race acrossthe campus, too fast for human eyes, and snatch her up—to steal her away from the boythat I hated so much in this moment I could have kill him and enjoyed it.

　　Would she say yes to him?

　　“I don’t think that would be the best idea.”

　　I breathed again. My rigid body relaxed.

　　Seattle was just an excuse, after all. Shouldn’t have asked. What was I thinking?

　　Bet it’s that freak, Cullen…  “Why?” he asked sullenly.

　　“I think…” she hesitated. “And if you ever repeat what I’m saying right now Iwill cheerfully beat you to death—”

　　I laughed out loud at the sound of a death threat coming through her lips. A jayshrieked, startled, and launched itself away from me.

　　“But I think that would hurt Jessica’s feelings.”

　　“Jessica?” What? But… Oh. Okay. I guess… So… Huh.

　　His thoughts were no longer coherent.

　　“Really, Mike, are you blind?”

　　I echoed her sentiment. She shouldn’t expect everyone to be as perceptive as shewas, but really this instance was beyond obvious. With as much trouble as Mike had hadworking himself up to ask Bella out, did he imagine it wasn’t just as difficult for Jessica?

　　It must be selfishness that made him blind to others. And Bella was so unselfish, she saweverything.

　　Jessica. Huh. Wow. Huh. “Oh,” he managed to say.

　　Bella used his confusion to make her exit.

　　“It’s time for class, and I can’t be late again.”

　　Mike became an unreliable viewpoint from then on. He found, as he turned theidea of Jessica around and around in his head, that he rather liked the thought of herfinding him attractive. It was second place, not as good as if Bella had felt that way.

　　She’s cute, though, I guess. Decent body. A bird in the hand…He was off then, on to new fantasies that were just as vulgar as the ones aboutBella, but now they only irritated rather than infuriated. How little he deserved eithergirl; they were almost interchangeable to him. I stayed clear of his head after that.

　　When she was out of sight, I curled up against the cool trunk of an enormousmadrone tree and I danced from mind to mind, keeping her in sight, always glad whenAngela Weber was available to look through. I wished there was someway to thank theWeber girl for simply being a nice person. It made me feel better to think that Bella hadone friend worth having.

　　I watched Bella’s face from whichever angle I was given, and I could see that shewas sad again. This surprised me—I thought the sun would be enough to keep her.   smiling. At lunch, I saw her glance time and time again toward the empty Cullen table,and that thrilled me. It gave me hope. Perhaps she missed me, too.

　　She had plans to go out with the other girls—I automatically planned my ownsurveillance—but these plans were postponed when Mike invited Jessica out on the datehe’d planned for Bella.

　　So I went straight to her home instead, doing a quick sweep of the woods to makesure no one dangerous had wandered too close. I knew Jasper had warned his one-timebrother to avoid the town—citing my insanity as both explanation and warning—but Iwasn’t taking any chances. Peter and Charlotte had no intention of causing animositywith my family, but intentions were changeable things…All right, I was overdoing it. I knew that.

　　As if she knew I was watching, as if she took pity on the agony I felt when Icouldn’t see her, Bella came out to the backyard after a long hour indoors. She had abook in her hand and a blanket under her arm.

　　Silently, I climbed into the higher branches of the closest tree overlooking theyard.

　　She spread the blanket on the damp grass and then lay on her stomach and startedflipping through the worn book, as if trying to find her place. I read over her shoulder.

　　Ah—more classics. She was an Austen fan.

　　She read quickly, crossing and recrossing her ankles in the air. I was watchingthe sunlight and wind play in her hair when her body suddenly stiffened, and her handfroze on the page. All I saw was that she’d reached chapter three when she roughlygrabbed a thick section of pages and shoved them over.

　　I caught a glance of a title page, Mansfield Park. She was starting a new story—the book was a compilation of novels. I wondered why she’d switched stories soabruptly.

　　Just a few moments later, she slammed the book angrily shut. With a fierce scowlon her face, she pushed the book aside and flipped over onto her back. She took a deepbreath, as if to calm herself, pushed her sleeves up and closed her eyes. I remembered thenovel, but I couldn’t think of anything offensive in it to upset her. Another mystery. Isighed.

　　  She lay very still, moving just once to yank her hair away from her face. Itfanned out over her head, a river of chestnut. And then she was motionless again.

　　Her breathing slowed. After several long minutes her lips began to tremble.

　　Mumbling in her sleep.

　　Impossible to resist. I listened as far out as I could, catching voices in the housesnearby.

　　Two tablespoons of flour…one cup of milk…C’mon! Get it through the hoop! Aw, c’mon!

　　Red, or blue…or maybe I should wear something more casual…There was no one close by. I jumped to the ground, landing silently on my toes.

　　This was very wrong, very risky. How condescendingly I’d once judged Emmettfor his thoughtless ways and Jasper for his lack of discipline—and now I was consciouslyflouting all the rules with a wild abandon that made their lapses look like nothing at all. Iused to be the responsible one.

　　I sighed, but crept out into the sunshine, regardless.

　　I avoided looking at myself in the sun’s glare. It was bad enough that my skinwas stone and inhuman in shadow; I didn’t want to look at Bella and myself side by sidein the sunlight. The difference between us was already insurmountable, painful enoughwithout this image also in my head.

　　But I couldn’t ignore the rainbow sparkles that reflected onto her skin when I gotcloser. My jaw locked at the sight. Could I be any more of a freak? I imagined herterror if she opened her eyes now…I started to retreat, but she mumbled again, holding me there.

　　“Mmm… Mmm.”

　　Nothing intelligible. Well, I would wait for a bit.

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