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Chapter 7
IhadplannedmyarrivalatschoolsothatIbarelyhadtimetomakeittoclass.Withasinkingheart,Icircledthefulllotlookingforaspace,whilealsosearchingforthesilverVolvothatwasclearlynotthere.IparkedinthelastrowandhurriedtoEnglish,arrivingbreathless,butsubdued,beforethefinalbell.
Itwasthesameasyesterday-Ijustcouldn’tkeeplittlesproutsofhopefrombuddinginmymind,onlytohavethemsquashedpainfullyasIsearchedthelunchroominvainandsatatmyemptyBiologytable.
ThePortAngelesschemewasbackonagainfortonightandmadeallthemoreattractivebythefactthatLaurenhadotherobligations.IwasanxioustogetoutoftownsoIcouldstopglancingovermyshoulder,hopingtoseehimappearingoutofthebluethewayhealwaysdid.IvowedtomyselfthatIwouldbeinagoodmoodtonightandnotruinAngela’sorJessica’senjoymentinthedresshunting.MaybeIcoulddoalittleclothesshoppingaswell.IrefusedtothinkthatImightbeshoppingaloneinSeattlethisweekend,nolongerinterestedintheearlierarrangement.Surelyhewouldn’tcancelwithoutatleasttellingme.
Afterschool,JessicafollowedmehomeinheroldwhiteMercurysothatIcouldditchmybooksandtruck.IbrushedthroughmyhairquicklywhenIwasinside,feelingaslightliftofexcitementasIcontemplatedgettingoutofForks.IleftanoteforCharlieonthetable,explainingagainwheretofinddinner,switchedmyscruffywalletfrommyschoolbagtoapurseIrarelyused,andranouttojoinJessica
