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           "Bella,whatareyoustaringat?"Jessicaintruded,hereyesfollowingmystare.

           Atthatprecisemoment,hiseyesflashedovertomeetmine.Idroppedmyhead,lettingmyhairfalltoconcealmyface.Iwassure,though,intheinstantoureyesmet,thathedidn’tlookharshorunfriendlyashehadthelasttimeI’dseenhim.Helookedmerelycuriousagain,unsatisfiedinsomeway.

           "EdwardCullenisstaringatyou,"Jessicagiggledinmyear.

           "Hedoesn’tlookangry,doeshe?"Icouldn’thelpasking.

           "No,"shesaid,soundingconfusedbymyquestion."Shouldhebe?"

           "Idon’tthinkhelikesme,"Iconfided.Istillfeltqueasy.Iputmyheaddownonmyarm.

           "TheCullensdon’tlikeanybody...well,theydon’tnoticeanybodyenoughtolikethem.Buthe’sstillstaringatyou."

           "Stoplookingathim,"Ihissed.

           Shesnickered,butshelookedaway.Iraisedmyheadenoughtomakesurethatshedid,contemplatingviolenceifsheresisted.

           Mikeinterruptedusthen-hewasplanninganepicbattleoftheblizzardintheparkinglotafterschoolandwantedustojoin.Jessicaagreedenthusiastically.ThewayshelookedatMikeleftlittledoubtthatshewouldbeupforanythinghesuggested.Ikeptsilent.Iwouldhavetohideinthegymuntiltheparkinglotcleared.

           FortherestofthelunchhourIverycarefullykeptmyeyesatmyowntable.IdecidedtohonorthebargainI’dmadewithmyself.Sincehedidn’tlookangry,IwouldgotoBiology.Mystomachdidfrightenedlittleflipsatthethoughtofsittingnexttohimagain.