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Chapter 7
She,Angela,andLaurenweregoingtoPortAngelestonighttogodressshoppingforthedance,andshewantedmetocome,too,eventhoughIdidn’tneedone.Iwasindecisive.Itwouldbenicetogetoutoftownwithsomegirlfriends,butLaurenwouldbethere.AndwhoknewwhatIcouldbedoingtonight...Butthatwasdefinitelythewrongpathtoletmymindwanderdown.OfcourseIwashappyaboutthesunlight.Butthatwasn’tcompletelyresponsiblefortheeuphoricmoodIwasin,notevenclose.
SoIgaveheramaybe,tellingherI’dhavetotalkwithCharliefirst.
ShetalkedofnothingbutthedanceonthewaytoSpanish,continuingasifwithoutaninterruptionwhenclassfinallyended,fiveminuteslate,andwewereonourwaytolunch.Iwasfartoolostinmyownfrenzyofanticipationtonoticemuchofwhatshesaid.IwaspainfullyeagertoseenotjusthimbutalltheCullens-tocomparethemwiththenewsuspicionsthatplaguedmymind.AsIcrossedthethresholdofthecafeteria,Ifeltthefirsttruetingleoffearslitherdownmyspineandsettleinmystomach.WouldtheybeabletoknowwhatIwasthinking?Andthenadifferentfeelingjoltedthroughme-wouldEdwardbewaitingtositwithmeagain?
Aswasmyroutine,IglancedfirsttowardtheCullens’table.AshiverofpanictrembledinmystomachasIrealizeditwasempty.Withdwindlinghope,myeyesscouredtherestofthecafeteria,hopingtofindhimalone,waitingforme.Theplacewasnearlyfilled-Spanishhadmadeuslate-buttherewasnosignofEdwardoranyofhisfamily.
