I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like me to.

He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall — looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to — Edward was waiting for me.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

Whatever the reason, Mike’s puppy dog behavior and Eric’s apparent rivalry with him were disconcerting. I wasn’t sure if I didn’t prefer being ignored.

“Yeah, it’s an off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell.” Bella Swan

Don’t laugh — but how can you come out during the daytime?

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.