"Honestly, Fredward." I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name—I wonder if he ever felt this way when saying my name? When saying his own name?—and I hated it. "I can't keep up with you." You're just too fast, I thought to myself. You're just too damn fast, and your ride is too thrilling. "I thought you didn't want to be my friend."
"I said it would be better if we weren't friends," he clarified, "not that I didn't want to be."
"Oh, thanks. Now that's all cleared up." Heavy sarcasm. I hope it came down on him like a cement block or an iron curtain. I realized I had stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the Forks High School Cafeteria Roof again. I could more easily look at his face here; it was dryer, and safer. Which certainly didn't help my clarity of thought.
"It would be more... prudent117 for you not to be my friend," he explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella."118
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his voice smoldering.119 I couldn't remember how to breathe.
"Will you go with me to Seattle?" He asked, still intense.
I couldn't breathe yet, let alone speak, so I just nodded.
He smiled briefly, and then his face became serious.
"You really should stay away from me," he warned, his voice conveying so many emotions at once, acting as a mirror or doppelgänger for the emotions brewing inside my own chest. "I'll see you in class."
He turned abruptly and walked back the way we had come.
117. Prude-like. Fredward is suggesting that Bella might lose her virginity if she befriends Fredward. It is unclear whether he thinks this is a bad thing.
118. It is extremely strenuous for Fredward to suppress his physical and emotional urges, much like any 100-year-old young man.
119. An action usually reserved for his eyes.