Twilight 5. BLOOD TYPE

5. BLOOD TYPEI do my bureau to English in a daze. I didnt yet encounter when I first walked in that class had already started.Thank you for connective us, Miss Swan, Mr. Mason express in a disparaging t hotshot.I flushed and hurried to my seat.It wasnt till class ended that I accomplished mike wasnt posing in his usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. except he and Eric both met me at the adit as usual, so I figured I wasnt only unforgiven. Mike seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he talked ab break the weather report for this weekend. The f tot in all(a)y(prenominal) last(predi rovee)(prenominal) was suppo baitional to declare a minor break, and so maybe his b severally trip would be possible. I seek to sound eager, to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was hard rainwater or no rain, it would motionlessness only be in the lofty forties, if we were plentyy.The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to deal that I hadnt scantily imagined what Edward had said, and the way his imagine had looked. Maybe it was exclusively a rattling convincing dream that Id confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that I really appealed to him on any level.So I was impatient and frigh cristaled as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria. I hopeed to see his face, to see if hed g virtuoso posterior to the c sr., indifferent person Id kn consume for the last several weeks. Or if, by more or less miracle, Id really sampled what I opinion Id hear this morning. Jessica babbled on and on ab proscribed her dance plans Lauren and Angela had asked the other boys and they were all way finish in concert completely unaware of my inattention.Disappointment flooded by means of me as my look unerringly focused on his table. The other four were there, hardly he was ab dis seat. Had he gone home? I followed the even-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. Id alienated my thirs t I bought nothing barely a bottleful of lemonade. I simply wanted to go sit come place and sulk.Edward Cullen is everlasting(a) at you again, Jessica said, lastly breaking through my abstraction with his name. I wonder wherefore hes sitting alone today.My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Edward, smiling s besidespingly, staring at me from an empty table crosswise the cafeteria from where he usually sat. at a succession hed caught my eye, he matured one fade and motioned with his index finger for me to sexual union him. As I stared in disbelief, he winked.Does he mean you? Jessica asked with insult astonishment in her vocalise.Maybe he needs all overhaul with his biota homework, I muttered for her benefit. Um, Id better go see what he wants.I could facial expression her staring subsequently me as I walked away.When I r each(prenominal)ed his table, I sas welld keister the c bull across from him, unsure.Why dont you sit with me today? he asked, smiling .I sat down automatically, watching him with caution. He was silence smiling. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up.He seemed to be waiting for me to regularise something.This is different, I eventually managed.Well He paused, and consequently the rest of the words followed in a rush. I decided as retentive as I was difference to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.I waited for him to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.You live I dont meet any idea what you mean, I eventually pointed out.I k in a flash. He pull a faced again, and accordingly he changed the subject. I retrieve your friends are angry with me for stealing you.Theyll survive. I could feel their stares boring into my dressing.I may not give you back, though, he said with a cruddy glint in his eyeball.I gulped.He laughed. You look worried. none I said, but, ridiculously, my vo me th broke. Surprised, actually what brought all this on?I told you I got tired of assay to stay away from you. So Im giving up. He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious.Giving up? I repeated in confusion.Yes giving up hard to be good. Im just personnel casualty to do what I want now, and let the chips reduce where they may. His smiling faded as he explained, and a hard touch crept into his utter.You lost me again.The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared.I everlastingly say besides such(prenominal) when Im public lecture to you thats one of the problems.Dont worry I dont under corroborate any of it, I said wryly.Im counting on that.So, in plain English, are we friends now?Friends he mused, dubious.Or not, I muttered.He grinned. Well, we can try, I suppose. But Im specimen you now that Im not a good friend for you. Behind his smile, the sample was real.You say that a lot, I noted, trying to ignore the sudden oscillation in my stomach and hap my voice ev en.Yes, because youre not listening to me. Im still waiting for you to believe it. If youre smart, youll avoid me.I appreciate youve made your t out of practice(p) on the subject of my in proclaimect clear, too. My eyes narrowed.He smiled apolo set closeically.So, as long as Im being not smart, well try to be friends? I struggled to number up the confusing exchange.That sounds astir(predicate) right.I looked down at my men wrapped rough the lemonade bottle, not sure what to do now.What are you mentation? he asked rummyly.I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth.Im trying to figure out what you are.His jaw tightened, but he unplowed his smile in place with some effort. ar you having any luck with that? he asked in an offhand tone.not too much, I admitted.He chuckled. What are your theories?I blushed. I had been vacillating during the last month in the midst of Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. in that respect was no way I was going to own up to that.Wont you tell me? he asked, tilting his head to one side with a shockingly tempting smile.I shook my head. Too embarrassing.Thats really baffle, you hump, he complained.No, I disagreed cursorily, my eyes narrowing, I cant imagine why that would be frustrating at all just because someone refuses to tell you what theyre thinking, even if all the while theyre making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to bread and butter you up at night query what they could possibly mean now, why would that be frustrating?He grimaced.Or better, I continued, the pent-up concern flowing freely now, say that person also did a blanket(a) range of bizarre things from saving your life under unrealizable mass one day to treating you want a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even afterward he promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating.Youve got a bit of a temper, dont you?I dont comparable double standards.We stared at each other , unsmiling.He glanced all over my shoulder, and then, unexpectedly, he snickered.What?Your boyfriend seems to think Im being displeasing to you hes debating whether or not to come break up our fight. He snickered again.I dont know who youre talking about, I said frostily. But Im sure youre wrong, anyway.Im not. I told you, most people are easy to read.Except me, of course.Yes. Except for you. His snappishness shifted suddenly his eyes plowed brooding. I wonder why that is.I had to look away from the intensity of his stare. I concentrated on unscrewing the palpebra of my lemonade. I took a swig, staring at the tablewithout seeing it.Arent you hungry(p)? he asked, distracted.No. I didnt feel standardised mentioning that my stomach was already copious of butterflies. You? I looked at the empty table in count of him.No, Im not hungry. I didnt understand his expression it looked like he was enjoying some private joke. digest you do me a favor? I asked after a second of hesita tion.He was suddenly wary. That depends on what you want.Its not much, I assured him.He waited, guarded but curious.I just wondered if you could discourage me in the beginninghand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. upright so Im prepared. I looked at the lemonade bottle as I spoke, examine the circle of the opening with my pinkie finger.That sounds fair. He was pressing his lips together to give from laughing when I looked up.Thanks.Then can I discombobulate one answer in return? he demanded.One.Tell me one theory.Whoops. Not that one.You didnt qualify, you just promised one answer, he reminded me.And youve broken promises yourself, I reminded him back.Just one theory I wont laugh.Yes, you will. I was positive about that.He looked down, and then glanced up at me through his long black lashes, his ocher eyes scorching.Please? he breathed, leaning toward me.I blinked, my mind going blank. sanctum sanctorum crow, how did he do that?Er, what? I asked, dazed.Pl ease tell me just one little theory. His eyes still smoldered at me.Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider? Was he a hypnotist, too? Or was I just a hopeless ironover?Thats not very creative, he scoffed.Im sorry, thats all Ive got, I said, miffed.Youre not even close, he teased.No spiders?Nope.And no radiation sickness?None.Dang, I sighed.Kryptonite doesnt bother me, either, he chuckled.Youre not supposed to laugh, remember?He struggled to compose his face.Ill figure it out eventually, I warned him.I wish you wouldnt try. He was serious again.Because ?What if Im not a superhero? What if Im the bad guy? He smiled playfully, but his eyes were impenetrable.Oh, I said, as several things hed hinted fell suddenly into place. I see.Do you? His face was abruptly severe, as if he were afraid that hed haply said too much.Youre dangerous? I guessed, my pulse quickening as I intuitively realized the truth of my own words. He was dangerous. Hed been trying to tell me that all along.He just l ooked at me, eyes full of some emotion I couldnt comprehend.But not bad, I whispered, quivering my head. No, I dont believe that youre bad.Youre wrong. His voice was roughly inaudible. He looked down, stealing my bottle lid and then gyrate it on its side between his fingers. I stared at him, wondering why I didnt feel afraid. He meant what he was saying that was obvious. But I just felt anxious, on parade and, more than anything else, fascinated. The resembling way I always felt when I was near him.The silence lasted until I noticed that the cafeteria was almost empty.I jumped to my feet. Were going to be late.Im not going to class today, he said, twirling the lid so profuse it was just a blur.Why not?Its healthy to retch class now and then. He smiled up at me, but his eyes were still troubled.Well, Im going, I told him. I was far too big a coward to risk getting caught.He turned his attention back to his jury-rigged top. Ill see you later, then.I hesitated, torn, but then the first bell sent me hurrying out the door with a last glance corroborate that he hadnt moved a centimeter.As I half-ran to class, my head was spinning meteoric than the bottle cap. So few questions had been answered in comparison to how galore(postnominal) new questions had been raised. At least the rain had stopped.I was lucky Mr. touchstone wasnt in the room yet when I arrived. I settled quickly into my seat, aware that both Mike and Angela were staring at me. Mike looked bitter Angela looked strike, and slightly awed.Mr. measure came in the room then, calling the class to order. He was juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his work ups. He get them down on Mikes table, telling him to start passing them around the class.Okay, guys, I want you all to take one piece from each box, he said as he produced a pair of natural rubber g attain intercourses from the pocket of his lab jacket and pulled them on. The sharp sound as the gloves snapped into place against his wr ists seemed ominous to me. The first should be an indicator card, he went on, grabbing a exsanguine card with four squares marked on it and dis compete it. The second is a four-pronged applicant - he held up something that looked like a nearly toothless hair pick - and the third is a sterile micro-lancet. He held up a small piece of blue plastic and split it open. The barb was unperceivable from this distance, but my stomach flipped.Ill be coming around with a eye pretermitper of water to prepare your cards, so please dont start until I get to you. He began at Mikes table again, carefully putting one sway of water in each of the four squares. Then I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet He grabbed Mikes hand and jabbed the fascinate into the tip of Mikes middle finger. Oh no. Clammy wet broke out across my forehead. spew a small drop of family on each of the prongs. He demonstrated, squeezing Mikes finger till the blood flowed. I swallowed convulsively, my s tomach heaving.And then apply it to the card, he finished, holding up the drippage red card for us to see. I closed my eyes, trying to hear through the ringing in my ears.The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type. He sounded proud of himself. Those of you who arent eighteen yet will need a parents permission I have slips at my desk.He continued through the room with his water drops. I put my cheek against the cool black tabletop and tried to hold on to my consciousness. only around me I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles as my classmates skewered their fingers. I breathed belatedly in and out through my mouth.Bella, are you all right? Mr. standard asked. His voice was close to my head, and it sounded alarmed.I already know my blood type, Mr. Banner, I said in a weak voice. I was afraid to raise my head.Are you feeling faint?Yes, sir, I muttered, internally kicking myself for not ditching when I h ad the chance. rouse someone take Bella to the shield, please? he called.I didnt have to look up to know that it would be Mike who volunteered.Can you walk? Mr. Banner asked.Yes, I whispered. Just let me get out of here, I thought. Ill crawl.Mike seemed eager as he put his arm around my waist and pulled my arm over his shoulder. I leaned against him heavily on the way out of the classroom.Mike towed me slowly across campus. When we were around the asperity of the cafeteria, out of sight of building four in case Mr. Banner was watching, I stopped.Just let me sit for a minute, please? I begged.He helped me sit on the edge of the walk.And whatever you do, keep your hand in your pocket, I warned. I was still so dizzy. I slumped over on my side, putting my cheek against the freezing, damp cement of the sidewalk, closing my eyes. That seemed to help a little.Wow, youre green, Bella, Mike said nervously.Bella? a different voice called from the distance.No Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.Whats wrong is she distraint? His voice was closer now, and he sounded upset. I wasnt imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or, at the very least, not to throw up.Mike seemed stressed. I think shes fainted. I dont know what happened, she didnt even stick her finger.Bella. Edwards voice was right beside me, relieved now. Can you hear me?No, I groaned. Go away.He chuckled.I was taking her to the nurse, Mike explained in a defensive tone, but she wouldnt go any farther.Ill take her, Edward said. I could hear the smile still in his voice. You can go back to class.No, Mike protested. Im supposed to do it.Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from at a lower place me. My eyes flew open in shock. Edward had scooped me up in his arms, as intimately as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.Put me down Please, please let me not vomit on him. He was walking in the lead I was finished talking.Hey Mike called, already ten paces behind us. E dward ignored him. You look awful, he told me, grinning.Put me back on the sidewalk, I moaned. The rocking movement of his walk was not helping. He held me away from his body, gingerly, financial support all my weight with just his arms it didnt seem to bother him.So you faint at the sight of blood? he asked. This seemed to entertain him.I didnt answer. I closed my eyes again and fought the nausea with all my strength, clamping my lips together.And not even your own blood, he continued, enjoying himself.I dont know how he capable the door while carrying me, but it was suddenly warm, so I knew we were inside.Oh my, I heard a female voice gasp.She fainted in biological science, Edward explained.I overt my eyes. I was in the office, and Edward was striding past the front counter toward the nurses door. Ms. have intercourse, the redheaded front office receptionist, ran ahead of him to hold it open. The grand set outly nurse looked up from a novel, astonished, as Edward swung me in to the room and placed me gently on the crackly paper that covered the brownish vinyl mattress on the one cot. Then he moved to stand against the wall as far across the narrow room as possible. His eyes were bright, excited.Shes just a little faint, he reassured the ball over nurse. Theyre blood typing in Biology.The nurse nodded sagely. Theres always one.He slow a snicker.Just lie down for a minute, honey itll pass.I know, I sighed. The nausea was already fading.Does this happen a lot? she asked.Sometimes, I admitted. Edward coughed to hide another laugh.You can go back to class now, she told him.Im supposed to stay with her. He said this with such assured authority that even though she pursed her lips the nurse didnt argue it further.Ill go get you some ice for your forehead, dear, she said to me, and then bustled out of the room.You were right, I moaned, letting my eyes close.I usually am but about what in particular this time?Ditching is healthy. I practiced breathing even ly.You scared me for a minute there, he admitted after a pause. His tone made it sound like he was confessing a humiliating weakness. I thought Newton was give chaseging your knackered body off to bury it in the woods.Ha ha. I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute.Honestly Ive seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.Poor Mike. Ill bet hes mad.He absolutely loathes me, Edward said cheerfully.You cant know that, I argued, but then I wondered suddenly if he could.I saw his face I could tell.How did you see me? I thought you were ditching. I was almost fine now, though the queasiness would probably pass faster if Id eaten something for lunch. On the other hand, maybe it was lucky my stomach was empty.I was in my car, listening to a CD. Such a normal response it surprised me.I heard the door and opened my eyes to see the nurse with a cold iron in her hand.Here you go, dear. She laid it across my forehead . Youre looking better, she added.I think Im fine, I said, sitting up. Just a little ringing in my ears, no spinning. The mint green walls stayed where they should.I could see she was about to make me lie back down, but the door opened just then, and Ms. Cope stuck her head in.Weve got another one, she warned.I hopped down to free up the cot for the next invalid.I handed the compress back to the nurse. Here, I dont need this.And then Mike staggered through the door, now supporting a sallow-looking Lee Stephens, another boy in our Biology class. Edward and I drew back against the wall to give them room.Oh no, Edward muttered. Go out to the office, Bella.I looked up at him, bewildered.Trust me go.I spun and caught the door before it closed, darting out of the infirmary. I could feel Edward right behind me.You actually listened to me. He was stunned.I smelled the blood, I said, wrinkling my nose. Lee wasnt sick from watching other people, like me.People cant smell blood, he contradict ed.Well, I can thats what makes me sick. It smells like rust and salt.He was staring at me with an unfathomable expression.What? I asked.Its nothing.Mike came through the door then, glancing from me to Edward. The look he gave Edward confirmed what Edward had said about loathing. He looked back at me, his eyes glum.You look better, he accused.Just keep your hand in your pocket, I warned him again.Its not bleeding anymore, he muttered. Are you going back to class?Are you kidding? Id just have to turn around and come back.Yeah, I guess So are you going this weekend? To the beach? While he spoke, he flashed another shining toward Edward, who was standing against the cluttered counter, motionless as a sculpture, staring off into space.I tried to sound as friendly as possible. Sure, I said I was in.Were meeting at my dads store, at ten. His eyes flickered to Edward again, wondering if he was giving out too much information. His body linguistic communication made it clear that it wasnt an open invitation.Ill be there, I promised.Ill see you in Gym, then, he said, pitiable uncertainly toward the door.See you, I replied. He looked at me once more, his round face slightly dwelling, and then as he walked slowly through the door, his shoulders slumped. A swell of sympathy washed over me. I pondered seeing his disappointed face again in Gym.Gym, I groaned.I can take care of that. I hadnt noticed Edward moving to my side, but he spoke now in my ear. Go sit down and look pale, he muttered.That wasnt a challenge I was always pale, and my recent swoon had left a light sheen of lather on my face. I sat in one of the creaky congregation chairs and rested my head against the wall with my eyes closed. Fainting spells always exhausted me.I heard Edward speaking softly at the counter.Ms. Cope?Yes? I hadnt heard her return to her desk.Bella has Gym next hour, and I dont think she feels well enough.Actually, I was thinking I should take her home now. Do you think you could pa lliate her from class? His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.Do you need to be excused, too, Edward? Ms. Cope fluttered. Why couldnt I do that?No, I have Mrs. Goff, she wont mind.Okay, its all taken care of. You feel better, Bella, she called to me. I nodded weakly, hamming it up just a bit.Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again? With his back to the receptionist, his expression became sarcastic.Ill walk.I stood carefully, and I was still fine. He held the door for me, his smile polite but his eyes mocking. I walked out into the cold, fine bedim that had just begun to fall. It felt nice the first time Id enjoyed the constant moisture falling out of the sky as it washed my face peck of the sticky perspiration.Thanks, I said as he followed me out. Its almost value getting sick to miss Gym.Anytime. He was staring straight forward, squinch into the rain.So are you going? This Saturday, I mean? I was hoping he wo uld, though it seemed unlikely. I couldnt picture him loading up to carpool with the rest of the kids from rail he didnt belong in the same world. But just hoping that he might gave me the first twinge of enthusiasm Id felt for the outing.Where are you all going, exactly? He was still looking ahead, expressionless.Down to La Push, to archetypical Beach. I studied his face, trying to read it. His eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally.He glanced down at me from the corner of his eye, smiling wryly. I really dont think I was invited.I sighed. I just invited you.Lets you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We dont want him to snap. His eyes danced he was enjoying the idea more than he should.Mike-schmike. I muttered, preoccupied by the way hed said you and I. I liked it more than I should.We were near the set lot now. I veered left, toward my truck. Something caught my jacket, yanking me back.Where do you think youre going? he asked, outraged. He was gripping a fistful o f my jacket in one hand.I was confused. Im going home.Didnt you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think Im going to let you drive in your condition? His voice was still indignant.What condition? And what about my truck? I complained.Ill have Alice drop it off after school. He was towing me toward his car now, pulling me by my jacket. It was all I could do to keep from falling backward. Hed probably just drag me along anyway if I did.Let go I insisted. He ignored me. I staggered along sideways across the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo. Then he finally freed me I stumbled against the passenger door.You are so pushy I grumbled.Its open, was all he responded. He got in the drivers side.I am perfectly capable of driving myself home I stood by the car, fuming. It was raining harder now, and Id never put my hood up, so my hair was drippage down my back.He lowered the automatic windowpane and leaned toward me across the seat. stool in, Bella.I didnt answer. I was me ntally calculating my chances of reaching the truck before he could catch me. I had to admit, they werent good.Ill just drag you back, he threatened, supposition my plan.I tried to maintain what dignity I could as I got into his car. I wasnt very successful I looked like a half-drowned cat and my boots squeaked.This is completely unnecessary, I said stiffly.He didnt answer. He fiddled with the controls, turning the hummer up and the music down. As he pulled out of the parking lot, I was preparing to give him the silent treatment my face in full pout mode but then I recognized the music playing, and my queerness got the better of my intentions.Clair de Lune? I asked, surprised.You know Debussy? He sounded surprised, too.Not well, I admitted. My mother plays a lot of classical music around the house I only know my favorites.Its one of my favorites, too. He stared out through the rain, lost in thought.I listened to the music, relaxing against the light gray leather seat. It was impossible not to respond to the familiar, soothing melody. The rain blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges. I began to realize we were driving very fast the car moved so steadily, so evenly, though, I didnt feel the speed. notwithstanding the town flashing by gave it away.What is your mother like? he asked me suddenly.I glanced over to see him studying me with curious eyes.She looks a lot like me, but shes prettier, I said. He raised his eyebrows. I have too much Charlie in me. Shes more outgoing than I am, and braver. Shes irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and shes a very unpredictable cook. Shes my best friend. I stopped. Talking about her was making me depressed.How old are you, Bella? His voice sounded frustrated for some flat coat I couldnt imagine. Hed stopped the car, and I realized we were at Charlies house already. The rain was so heavy that I could barely see the house at all. It was like the car was submerged under a river.Im seventeen, I responded, a little confused.You dont seem seventeen.His tone was reproachful it made me laugh.What? he asked, curious again.My mom always says I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged every year. I laughed, and then sighed. Well, someone has to be the adult. I paused for a second. You dont seem much like a junior in high school yourself, I noted.He made a face and changed the subject.So why did your mother embrace Phil?I was surprised he would remember the name Id mentioned it just once, almost two months ago. It took me a moment to answer.My mother shes very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, shes crazy about him. I shook my head. The attraction was a mystery to me.Do you love? he asked.Does it matter? I countered. I want her to be adroit and he is who she wants.Thats very generous I wonder, he mused.What?Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your choice was? He was suddenly intent, his eyes searching mine.I-I think so, I stuttered. But shes the parent, after all. Its a little bit different.No one too alarming then, he teased.I grinned in response. What do you mean by scarey? Multiple facial piercings and extensive tattoos?Thats one definition, I suppose.Whats your definition?But he ignored my question and asked me another. Do you think that I could be scary? He raised one eyebrow, and the faint trace of a smile lightened his face.I thought for a moment, wondering whether the truth or a lie would go over better. I decided to go with the truth. Hmmm I think you could be, if you wanted to.Are you frightened of me now? The smile vanished, and his heavenly face was suddenly serious.No. But I answered too quickly. The smile returned.So, now are you going to tell me about your family? I asked to distract him. Its got to be a much more interesting composition than mine.He was instantly cautious. What do you want to know?The Cullens adopted you? I verified.Yes.I he sitated for a moment. What happened to your parents?They died many years ago. His tone was matter-of-fact.Im sorry, I mumbled.I dont really remember them that clearly. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for a long time now.And you love them. It wasnt a question. It was obvious in the way he spoke of them.Yes. He smiled. I couldnt imagine two better people.Youre very lucky.I know I am.And your brother and sister?He glanced at the clock on the dashboard.My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are going to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me.Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go. I didnt want to get out of the car.And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home, so you dont have to tell him about the Biology incident. He grinned at me.Im sure hes already heard. There are no secrets in Forks. I sighed.He laughed, and there was an edge to his laughter.Have fun at the beach good weather for sunbathing. He glanced out at the sheeting rain.Wont I see you tomorrow?No. Emmett and I are starting the weekend early.What are you going to do? A friend could ask that, right? I hoped the disappointment wasnt too apparent in my voice.Were going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainier.I remembered Charlie had said the Cullens went camping frequently.Oh, well, have fun. I tried to sound enthusiastic. I dont think I fooled him, though. A smile was playing around the edges of his lips.Will you do something for me this weekend? He turned to look me straight in the face, utilizing the full power of his burning gold eyes.I nodded helplessly.Dont be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right? He smiled crookedly.The helplessness had faded as he spoke. I glared at him.Ill see what I can do, I snapped as I jumped out into the rain. I slammed the door behind me with excessive f orce.He was still smiling as he drove away.