"I guess. Mrs. Cullen can't have kids of her own, I think, so maybe she likes it."
"Have they always lived in Forks?" How could I have missed them?
"No," Jessica said, "They just moved down two years ago from Alaska."
Stepping up in the world, then. As I stared, the youngest of the group, one of the Cullens, finally met my gaze. I looked away, focusing back on my food.
"What's the name of the one with the reddish brown hair?" I said. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was still staring at me, looking frustrated with something.
"The gorgeous one, you mean? That's Edward. I wouldn't waste your time, he doesn't date." She sniffed, her voice suddenly colder, and I detected the faint aroma of sour grapes. "Why are you smiling?"
"Was I?" I looked away, back in the direction of the boy. He'd returned to the Cullen family pastime of staring at the wall, but from my angle it almost looked like he was smiling too.
After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. All of them moved like poetry in motion, even the biggest, and people unconsciously parted around them as they walked. It was unsettling to watch.
Jessica roped a mousy girl named Angela into walking me to Biology II. We walked together in silence - she was too shy to ask a question, if curious like the rest of them. When we entered the classroom she shuffled off to a black topped lab table to sit next to a similarly mousy-looking friend.
All of the seats were filled but one, next to the center aisle. Edward Cullen sat next to it, his unusual hair marking him out to me though his back was turned.
As I walked down the aisle to get my slip signed, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat. He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with a hostile, furious expression. His eyes were black - coal black. I looked away, going red again, and stumbled over a book in the walkway, grabbing a table for balance. The girl sitting there giggled.
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