"Does he mean you?" Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her voice. Was she really that surprised?
"Maybe he needs help with his Biology IV homework," I muttered for her benefit. "Um, I'd better go see what he wants."
I could feel her staring after me as I walked away. Sucker.
When I reached his table, I stood behind the chair across from him, unsure whether I should sit in it or on it.
"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asked, smiling. Did he mean on his lap? My eyes drifted to his lap, but when I looked up, he was glaring at me, his eyes black, so I quickly pulled out the chair I had been standing behind, and sat myself onto it. He was still smiling. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be so real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke and fly away,123 and I would wake up: cold, wet, and alone in Forks. Just like I had been before I met him.
He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.
"This is different," I finally managed.
"Well... " He paused, and then the rest of the words came out in a rush. "I decided... as long as... I... was going to hell... I might as well... do it... thoroughly."
I waited for him to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.
"You know I don't have any idea what you mean," I eventually pointed out.
"I... know." He smiled again, and then he changed the subject. "I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you."
I smirked. "I don't see any chains," biting my lip seductively.
He looked confused. "What?"
"I mean, you're not keeping me against my will." It's called metaphor, Fredward.
"Oh," he said lamely. He sure was beautiful, if not brilliant.
123. Bella subconsciously wishes that Fredward were a magical, puffing vampire. Little does she know... that he is!