"Then why?" I pressed myself against myself, trying to ignore his angry expression.
He glared at me for a Forks minute.243
"Later," he finally said. He was on his feet in one little movement. "We're going to be late."
I glanced around, startled to see that he was right and the cafeteria was nearly vacant. When I was with him, the time and the place were such a muddled blur that I completely lost track of both. I jumped up, grabbing my book-bag from the back of my chair.
"Later, then," I agreed. I wouldn't forget, I couldn't forget, and I didn't forget.244
243. It is said that a New York minute is very fast, while a Forks minute is extremely slow.
244. Please see thought question #8.