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           He’dsaidthattheCullensdidn’tcomehere,buthistonehadimpliedsomethingmore-thattheyweren’tallowed;theywereprohibited.Hismannerleftastrangeimpressiononme,andItriedtoignoreitwithoutsuccess.

           Jacobinterruptedmymeditation."SoisForksdrivingyouinsaneyet?"

           "Oh,I’dsaythat’sanunderstatement."Igrimaced.Hegrinnedunderstandingly.

           IwasstillturningoverthebriefcommentontheCullens,andIhadasuddeninspiration.Itwasastupidplan,butIdidn’thaveanybetterideas.IhopedthatyoungJacobwasasyetinexperiencedaroundgirls,sothathewouldn’tseethroughmysure-to-be-pitifulattemptsatflirting.

           "Doyouwanttowalkdownthebeachwithme?"Iasked,tryingtoimitatethatwayEdwardhadoflookingupfromunderneathhiseyelashes.Itcouldn’thavenearlythesameeffect,Iwassure,butJacobjumpedupwillinglyenough.

           Aswewalkednorthacrossthemultihuedstonestowardthedriftwoodseawall,thecloudsfinallyclosedranksacrossthesky,causingtheseatodarkenandthetemperaturetodrop.Ishovedmyhandsdeepintothepocketsofmyjacket.

           "Soyou’re,what,sixteen?"Iasked,tryingnottolooklikeanidiotasIflutteredmyeyelidsthewayI’dseengirlsdoonTV.

           "Ijustturnedfifteen,"heconfessed,flattered.

           "Really?"Myfacewasfulloffalsesurprise."Iwouldhavethoughtyouwereolder."

           "I’mtallformyage,"heexplained.

           "DoyoucomeuptoForksmuch?"Iaskedarchly,asifIwashopingforayes.Isoundedidiotictomyself.