*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my vitabu for me. I imagined him with a wagging tail.
"That was awful," he groaned. "They all looked exactly the same. You're lucky wewe had Cullen for a partner."
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung but his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly. "I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
Cullen seemed friendly enough today," he ametoa maoni as we shrugged into our raincoats. He didn't seemed pleased about it.
I tried to sound indifferent. "I wonder what was with him last Monday?"
I couldn't concentrate on Mike's chatter as we walked to Gym, and P.E. didn't do much to hold my attention, either. Mike was on my team today. He chivatrously covered my position as well as his own, so my woolgathering was only interrupted when it was my turn to serve; my team ducked warily out of the way every time I was up.
The rian was just a mist as I walked to the parking lot, but I was happier when I was in the dry cab. I got the heater running, for once not caring about the mind-numbing roar of the engine. I unzipped my jacket, put the kofia down, and fluffed my damp hair out so the heater could dry it on the way home.
I looked around to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. I swiftly looked away and threw the truck into reverse, almost hitting a rusty Toyota Corolla in my haste. Lucky for the Toyota, I stomped on the brake in time. It was just the sort of car that my truck would make scrap metal of. I took a deep breathe, still looking out the other side of my car, and cautiously pulled out again, with greater success. I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my vitabu for me. I imagined him with a wagging tail.
"That was awful," he groaned. "They all looked exactly the same. You're lucky wewe had Cullen for a partner."
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung but his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly. "I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
Cullen seemed friendly enough today," he ametoa maoni as we shrugged into our raincoats. He didn't seemed pleased about it.
I tried to sound indifferent. "I wonder what was with him last Monday?"
I couldn't concentrate on Mike's chatter as we walked to Gym, and P.E. didn't do much to hold my attention, either. Mike was on my team today. He chivatrously covered my position as well as his own, so my woolgathering was only interrupted when it was my turn to serve; my team ducked warily out of the way every time I was up.
The rian was just a mist as I walked to the parking lot, but I was happier when I was in the dry cab. I got the heater running, for once not caring about the mind-numbing roar of the engine. I unzipped my jacket, put the kofia down, and fluffed my damp hair out so the heater could dry it on the way home.
I looked around to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. I swiftly looked away and threw the truck into reverse, almost hitting a rusty Toyota Corolla in my haste. Lucky for the Toyota, I stomped on the brake in time. It was just the sort of car that my truck would make scrap metal of. I took a deep breathe, still looking out the other side of my car, and cautiously pulled out again, with greater success. I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
