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the　last　week。　
As　I　stared　into　those　oddly　deep　brown　eyes；　I　realized　that　the　hate—the　hate　I'd　
imagined　this　girl　somehow　deserved　for　simply　existing—had　evaporated。　　Not　
breathing　now；　not　tasting　her　scent；　it　was　hard　to　believe　that　anyone　so　vulnerable　
could　ever　justify　hatred。　
Her　cheeks　began　to　flush；　and　she　said　nothing。　
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I　kept　my　eyes　on　hers；　focusing　only　on　their　questioning　depths；　and　tried　to　
ignore　the　appetizing　color　of　her　skin。　　I　had　enough　breath　to　speak　for　a　while　longer　
without　inhaling。　
〃My　name　is　Edward　Cullen；〃　I　said；　though　I　knew　she　knew　that。　　It　was　the　
polite　way　to　begin。　　〃I　didn't　have　a　chance　to　introduce　myself　last　week。　　You　must　be　
Bella　Swan。〃　
She　seemed　confused—there　was　that　little　pucker　between　her　eyes　again。　　It　
took　her　half　a　second　longer　than　it　should　have　for　her　to　respond。　
〃How　do　you　know　my　name？〃　she　demanded；　and　her　voice　shook　just　a　little。　
I　must　have　truly　terrified　her。　　This　made　me　feel　guilty；　she　was　just　so　
defenseless。　　I　laughed　gently—it　was　a　sound　that　I　knew　made　humans　more　at　ease。　
Again；　I　was　careful　about　my　teeth。　
〃Oh；　I　think　everyone　knows　your　name。〃　　Surely　she　must　have　realized　that　
she'd　become　the　center　of　attention　in　this　monotonous　place。　　〃The　whole　town's　been　
waiting　for　you　to　arrive。〃　
She　frowned　as　if　this　information　was　unpleasant。　　I　supposed；　being　shy　as　she　
seemed　to　be；　attention　would　seem　like　a　bad　thing　to　her。　　Most　humans　felt　the　
opposite。　　Though　they　didn't　want　to　stand　out　from　the　herd；　at　the　same　time　they　
craved　a　spotlight　for　their　individual　uniformity。　
〃No；〃　she　said。　　〃I　meant；　why　did　you　call　me　Bella？〃　
〃Do　you　prefer　Isabella？〃　I　asked；　perplexed　by　the　fact　that　I　couldn't　see　where　
this　question　was　leading。　　I　didn't　understand。　　Surely；　she'd　made　her　preference　clear　
many　times　that　first　day。　　Were　all　humans　this　incomprehensible　without　the　mental　
context　as　a　guide？　
〃No；　I　like　Bella；〃　she　answered；　leaning　her　head　slightly　to　one　side。　　Her　
expression—if　I　was　reading　it　correctly—was　torn　between　embarrassment　and　
confusion。　　〃But　I　think　Charlie—I　mean　my　dad—must　call　me　Isabella　behind　my　back。　
That's　what　everyone　here　seems　to　know　me　as。〃　　Her　skin　darkened　one　shade　pinker。　
〃Oh；〃　I　said　lamely；　and　quickly　looked　away　from　her　face。　
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I'd　just　realized　what　her　questions　meant：　I　had　slipped　up—made　an　error。　　If　I　
hadn't　been　eavesdropping　on　all　the　others　that　first　day；　then　I　would　have　addressed　
her　initially　by　her　full　name；　just　like　everyone　else。　　She'd　noticed　the　difference。　
I　felt　a　pang　of　unease。　　It　was　very　quick　of　her　to　pick　up　on　my　slip。　　Quite　
astute；　especially　for　someone　who　was　supposed　to　be　terrified　by　my　nearness。　
But　I　had　bigger　problems　than　whatever　suspicions　about　me　she　might　be　
keeping　locked　inside　her　head。　
I　was　out　of　air。　　If　I　were　going　to　speak　to　her　again；　I　would　have　to　inhale。　
It　would　be　hard　to　avoid　speaking。　　Unfortunately　for　her；　sharing　this　table　made　
her　my　lab　partner；　and　we　would　have　to　work　together　today。　　It　would　seem　odd—and　
incomprehensibly　rude—for　me　to　ignore　her　while　we　did　the　lab。　　It　would　make　her　
more　suspicious；　more　afraid？　
I　leaned　as　far　away　from　her　as　I　could　without　moving　my　seat；　twisting　my　
head　out　into　the　aisle。　　I　braced　myself；　locking　my　muscles　in　place；　and　then　sucked　in　
one　quick　chest…full　of　air；　breathing　through　my　mouth　alone。　
Ahh！　
It　was　genuinely　painful。　　Even　without　smelling　her；　I　could　taste　her　on　my　
tongue。　　My　throat　was　suddenly　in　flames　again；　the　craving　every　bit　as　strong　as　that　
first　moment　I'd　caught　her　scent　last　week。　
I　gritted　my　teeth　together　and　tried　to　compose　myself。　
〃Get　started；〃　Mr。　Banner　commanded。　
It　felt　like　it　took　every　single　ounce　of　self…control　that　I'd　achieved　in　seventy　
years　of　hard　work　to　turn　back　to　the　girl；　who　was　staring　down　at　the　table；　and　smile。　
〃Ladies　first；　partner？〃　I　offered。　
She　looked　up　at　my　expression　and　her　face　went　blank；　her　eyes　wide。　　Was　
there　something　off　in　my　expression？　　Was　she　frightened　again？　　She　didn't　speak。　
〃Or；　I　could　start；　if　you　wish；〃　I　said　quietly。　
〃No；〃　she　said；　and　her　face　went　from　white　to　red　again。　　〃I'll　go　first。〃　
I　stared　at　the　equipment　on　the　table；　the　battered　microscope；　the　box　of　slides；　
rather　than　watch　the　blood　swirl　under　her　clear　skin。　　I　took　another　quick　breath；　
through　my　teeth；　and　winced　as　the　taste　made　my　throat　ache。　
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〃Prophase；〃　she　said　after　a　quick　examination。　　She　started　to　remove　the　slide；　
though　she'd　barely　examined　it。　
〃Do　you　mind　if　I　look？〃　　Instinctively—stupidly；　as　if　I　were　one　of　her　kind—I　
reached　out　to　stop　her　hand　from　removing　the　slide。　　For　one　second；　the　heat　of　her　
skin　burned　into　mine。　　It　was　like　an　electric　pulse—surely　much　hotter　than　a　mere　
ninety…eight　point　six　degrees。　　The　heat　shot　through　my　hand　and　up　my　arm。　　She　
yanked　her　hand　out　from　under　mine。　
〃I'm　sorry；〃　I　muttered　through　my　clenched　teeth。　　Needing　somewhere　to　look；　I　
grasped　the　microscope　and　stared　briefly　into　the　eyepiece。　　She　was　right。　
〃Prophase；〃　I　agreed。　
I　was　still　too　unsettled　to　look　at　her。　　Breathing　as　quietly　as　I　could　through　my　
gritted　teeth　and　trying　to　ignore　the　fiery　thirst；　I　concentrated　on　the　simple　assignment；　
writing　the　word　on　the　appropriate　line　on　the　lab　sheet；　and　then　switching　out　the　first　
slide　for　the　next。　
What　was　she　thinking　now？　　What　had　that　felt　like　to　her；　when　I　had　touched　
her　hand？　　My　skin　must　have　been　ice　cold—repulsive。　　No　wonder　she　was　so　quiet。　
I　glanced　at　the　slide。　
〃Anaphase；〃　I　said　to　myself　as　I　wrote　it　on　the　second　line。　
〃May　I？〃　she　asked。　
I　looked　up　at　her；　surprised　to　see　that　she　was　waiting　expectantly；　one　hand　
half…stretched　toward　the　microscope。　　She　didn't　look　afraid。　　Did　she　really　think　I'd　
gotten　the　answer　wrong？　
I　couldn't　help　but　smile　at　the　hopeful　look　on　her　face　as　I　slid　the　microscope　
toward　her。　
She　stared　into　the　eyepiece　with　an　eagerness　that　quickly　faded。　　The　corners　of　
her　mouth　turned　down。　
〃Slide　three？〃　she　asked；　not　looking　up　from　the　microscope；　but　holding　out　her　
hand。　　I　dropped　the　next　slide　into　her　hand；　not　letting　my　skin　come　anywhere　close　to　
hers　this　time。　　Sitting　beside　her　was　like　sitting　next　to　a　heat　lamp。　　I　could　feel　myself　
warming　slightly　to　the　higher　temperature。　
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She　did　not　look　at　the　slide　for　long。　　〃Interphase；〃　she　said　nonchalantly—　
perhaps　trying　a　little　too　hard　to　sound　that　way—and　pushed　the　microscope　to　me。　
She　did　not　touch　the　paper；　but　waited　for　me　to　write　the　answer。　　I　checked—she　was　
correct　again。　
We　finished　this　way；　speaking　one　word　at　a　time　and　never　meeting　each　other's　
eyes。　　We　were　the　only　ones　done—the　others　in　the　class　were　having　a　harder　time　
with　the　lab。　　Mike　Newton　seemed　to　be　having　trouble　concentrating—he　was　trying　to　
watch　Bella　and　me。　
Wish　he'd　stayed　wherever　he　went；　Mike　thought；　eyeing　me　sulfurously。　　Hmm；　
interesting。　　I　hadn't　realized　the　boy　harbored　any　ill　will　towards　me。　　This　was　a　new　
development；　about　as　recent　as　the　girl's　arrival　it　seemed。　　Even　more　interesting；　I　
found—to　my　surprise—that　the　feeling　was　mutual。　
I　looked　down　at　the　girl　again；　bemused　by　the　wide　range　of　havoc　and　upheaval　
that；　despite　her　ordinary；　unthreatening　appearance；　she　was　wreaking　on　my　life。　
It　wasn't　that　I　couldn't　see　what　Mike　was　going　on　about。　　She　was　actually　
rather　pretty？in　an　unusual　way。　　Better　than　being　beautiful；　her　face　was　interesting。　
Not　quite　symmetrical—her　narrow　chin　out　of　balance　with　her　wide　cheekbones；　
extreme　in　the　coloring—the　light　and　dark　contrast　of　her　skin　and　her　hair；　and　then　
there　were　the　eyes；　brimming　over　with　silent　secrets？　
Eyes　that　were　suddenly　boring　into　mine。　
I　stared　back　at　her；　tryin