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Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.
Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.
I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period.
“That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.”
“My name is Edward Cullen,” he continued. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan.”
If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Cullen. And that was very, very stupid.
“It would be more… prudent for you not to be my friend,” he explained. “But I’m tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.”
“Don’t 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?”
Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.
“I feel very safe with you,” I confessed, mesmerized into telling the truth again.
“It’s twilight,” Edward murmured,
“I told you—you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.”
He was too perfect, I realized with a piercing stab of despair. There was no way this godlike creature could be meant for me.
“I promise…” He hesitated. “I swear not to hurt you.” He seemed more concerned with convincing himself than me.
I was filled with compassion for his suffering, even now, as he confessed his craving to take my life.
“Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.”
I would rather die than stay away from you.” I frowned. “I’m an idiot.”
“Be very still,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t already frozen.
You’re as white as a ghost—no, you’re as white as me!”
“Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?” “As long as you want me,” he assured me. “I’ll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.”
“Afraid of a needle,” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. “Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand…”
“I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “I want to be Superman, too.”
“When someone wants to kill you, you’re brave as a lion—and then when someone mentions dancing…” He shook his head.