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           AsIlookedswiftlyaway,itseemedtomethathisglanceheldsomekindofunmetexpectation.

           "Whichoneistheboywiththereddishbrownhair?"Iasked.Ipeekedathimfromthecornerofmyeye,andhewasstillstaringatme,butnotgawkingliketheotherstudentshadtoday-hehadaslightlyfrustratedexpression.Ilookeddownagain.

           "That’sEdward.He’sgorgeous,ofcourse,butdon’twasteyourtime.Hedoesn’tdate.Apparentlynoneofthegirlsherearegood-lookingenoughforhim."Shesniffed,aclearcaseofsourgrapes.Iwonderedwhenhe’dturnedherdown.

           Ibitmyliptohidemysmile.ThenIglancedathimagain.Hisfacewasturnedaway,butIthoughthischeekappearedlifted,asifheweresmiling,too.

           Afterafewmoreminutes,thefourofthemleftthetabletogether.Theyallwerenoticeablygraceful-eventhebig,brawnyone.Itwasunsettlingtowatch.TheonenamedEdwarddidn’tlookatmeagain.

           IsatatthetablewithJessicaandherfriendslongerthanIwouldhaveifI’dbeensittingalone.Iwasanxiousnottobelateforclassonmyfirstday.Oneofmynewacquaintances,whoconsideratelyremindedmethathernamewasAngela,hadBiologyIIwithmethenexthour.Wewalkedtoclasstogetherinsilence.Shewasshy,too.

           Whenweenteredtheclassroom,Angelawenttositatablack-toppedlabtableexactlyliketheonesIwasusedto.Shealreadyhadaneighbor.Infact,allthetableswerefilledbutone.Nexttothecenteraisle,IrecognizedEdwardCullenbyhisunusualhair,sittingnexttothatsingleopenseat.