2 new moon新月-第3章
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No one bothered to stare at us as we took our usual seats in the back of the classroom （we had almost
every class together now—it was amazing the favors Edward could get the female administrators to do
for him）。 Edward and I had been together too long now to be an object of gossip anymore。 Even Mike
Newton didn't bother to give me the glum stare that used to make me feel a little guilty。 He smiled now
instead； and I was glad he seemed to have accepted that we could only be friends。 Mike had changed
over the summer—his face had lost some of the roundness； making his cheekbones more prominent； and
he was wearing his pale blond hair a new way； instead of bristly； it was longer and gelled into a carefully
casual disarray。 It was easy to see where his inspiration came from—but Edward's look wasn't
something that could be achieved through imitation。
As the day progressed； I considered ways to get out of whatever was going down at the Cullen house
tonight。 It would be bad enough to have to celebrate when I was in the mood to mourn。 But； worse than
that； this was sure to involve attention and gifts。
Attention is never a good thing； as any other accident…prone klutz would agree。 No one wants a spotlight
when they're likely to fall on their face。
And I'd very pointedly asked—well； ordered really—that no one give me any presents this year。 It
looked like Charlie and Renee weren't the only ones who had decided to overlook that。
I'd never had much money； and that had never bothered me。 Renee had raised me on a kindergarten
teacher's salary。 Charlie wasn't getting rich at his job； either—he was the police chief here in the tiny town
of Forks。 My only personal income came from the three days a week I worked at the local sporting
goods store。 In a town this small； I was lucky to have a job。 Every penny I made went into my
microscopic college fund。 （College was Plan B。 I was still hoping for Plan A； but Edward was just so
stubborn about leaving me human…）
Edward had a lot of money—I didn't even want to think about how much。 Money meant next to nothing
to Edward or the rest of the Cullens。 It was just something that accumulated when you had unlimited time
on your hands and a sister who had an uncanny ability to predict trends in the stock market。 Edward
didn't seem to understand why I objected to him spending money on me—why it made me
uncomfortable if he took me to an expensive restaurant in Seattle； why he wasn't allowed to buy me a car
that could reach speeds over fifty…five miles an hour； or why I wouldn't let him pay my college tuition （he
was ridiculously enthusiastic about Plan B）。 Edward thought I was being unnecessarily difficult。
But how could I let him give me things when I had nothing to reciprocate with？ He； for some
unfathomable reason； wanted to be with me。 Anything he gave me on top of that just threw us more out
of balance。
As the day went on； neither Edward nor Alice brought my birthday up again； and I began to relax a little。
We sat at our usual table for lunch。
A strange kind of truce existed at that table。 The three of us—Edward； Alice； and I—sat on the extreme
southern end of the table。 Now that the 〃older〃 and somewhat scarier （in Emmett's case； certainly） Cullen
siblings had graduated； Alice and Edward did not seem quite so intimidating； and we did not sit here
alone。 My other friends； Mike and Jessica （who were in the awkward post…breakup friendship phase）；
Angela and Ben （whose relationship had survived the summer）； Eric； Conner； Tyler； and Lauren （though
that last one didn't really count in the friend category） all sat at the same table； on the other side of an
invisible line。 That line dissolved on sunny days when Edward and Alice always skipped school； and then
the conversation would swell out effortlessly to include me。
Edward and Alice didn't find this minor ostracism odd or hurtful the way I would have。 They barely
noticed it。 People always felt strangely ill at ease with the Cullens； almost afraid for some reason they
couldn't explain to themselves。 I was a rare exception to that rule。 Sometimes it bothered Edward how
very comfortable I was with being close to him。 He thought he was hazardous to my health—an opinion I
rejected vehemently whenever he voiced it。
The afternoon passed quickly。 School ended； and Edward walked me to my truck as he usually did。 But
this time； he held the passenger door open for me。 Alice must have been taking his car home so that he
could keep me from making a run for it。
I folded my arms and made no move to get out of the rain。 〃It's my birthday； don't I get to drive？〃
〃I'm pretending it's not your birthday； just as you wished。〃
〃If it's not my birthday； then I don't have to go to your house tonight…〃
〃All right。〃 He shut the passenger door and walked past me to open the driver's side。 〃Happy birthday。〃
〃Shh；〃 I shushed him halfheartedly。 I climbed in the opened door； wishing he'd taken the other offer。
Edward played with the radio while I drove； shaking his head in disapproval。
〃Your radio has horrible reception。〃
I frowned。 I didn't like it when he picked on my truck。 The truck was great—it had personality。
〃You want a nice stereo？ Drive your own car。〃 I was so nervous about Alice's plans； on top of my
already gloomy mood； that the words came out sharper than I'd meant them。 I was hardly ever
bad…tempered with Edward； and my tone made him press his lips together to keep from smiling。
When I parked in front of Charlie's house； he reached over to take my face in his hands。 He handled me
very carefully； pressing just the tips of his fingers softly against my temples； my cheekbones； my jawline。
Like I was especially breakable。 Which was exactly the case—compared with him； at least。
〃You should be in a good mood； today of all days；〃 he whispered。 His sweet breath fanned across my
face。
〃And if I don't want to be in a good mood？〃 I asked； my breathing uneven。
His golden eyes smoldered。 〃Too bad。〃
My head was already spinning by the time he leaned closer and pressed his icy lips against mine。 As he
intended； no doubt； I forgot all about my worries； and concentrated on remembering how to inhale and
exhale。
His mouth lingered on mine； cold and smooth and gentle； until I wrapped my arms around his neck and
threw myself into the kiss with a little too much enthusiasm。 I could feel his lips curve upward as he let go
of my face and reached back to unlock my grip on him。
Edward had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship； with the intent being to keep me alive。
Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor…sharp；
venom…coated teeth； I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me。
〃Be good； please；〃 he breathed against my cheek。 He pressed his lips gently to mine one more time and
then pulled away； folding my arms across my stomach。
My pulse was thudding in my ears。 I put one hand over my heart。 It drummed hyperactively under my
palm。
〃Do you think I'll ever get better at this？〃 I wondered； mostly to myself。 〃That my heart might someday
stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me？〃
〃I really hope not；〃 he said； a bit smug。
I rolled my eyes。 〃Let's go watch the Capulets and Montagues hack each other up； all right？〃
〃Your wish； my command。〃
Edward sprawled across the couch while I started the movie； fast…forwarding through the opening
credits。
When I perched on the edge of the sofa in front of him； he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled
me against his chest。 It wasn't exactly as comfortable as a sofa cushion would be； what with his chest
being hard and cold—and perfect—as an ice sculpture； but it was definitely preferable。 He pulled the old
afghan off the back of the couch and draped it over me so I wouldn't freeze beside his body。
〃You know； I've never had much patience with Romeo；〃 he commented as the movie started。
〃What's wrong with Romeo？〃 I asked； a little offended。 Romeo was one of my favorite fictional
characters。 Un
