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Chapter 2
Wewerefinishedbeforeanyoneelsewasclose.IcouldseeMikeandhispartnercomparingtwoslidesagainandagain,andanothergrouphadtheirbookopenunderthetable.
Whichleftmewithnothingtodobuttrytonotlookathim...unsuccessfully.Iglancedup,andhewasstaringatme,thatsameinexplicablelookoffrustrationinhiseyes.SuddenlyIidentifiedthatsubtledifferenceinhisface.
"Didyougetcontacts?"Iblurtedoutunthinkingly.
Heseemedpuzzledbymyunexpectedquestion."No."
"Oh,"Imumbled."Ithoughttherewassomethingdifferentaboutyoureyes."
Heshrugged,andlookedaway.
Infact,Iwassuretherewassomethingdifferent.Ivividlyrememberedtheflatblackcolorofhiseyesthelasttimehe’dglaredatme-thecolorwasstrikingagainstthebackgroundofhispaleskinandhisauburnhair.Today,hiseyeswereacompletelydifferentcolor:astrangeocher,darkerthanbutterscotch,butwiththesamegoldentone.Ididn’tunderstandhowthatcouldbe,unlesshewaslyingforsomereasonaboutthecontacts.OrmaybeForkswasmakingmecrazyintheliteralsenseoftheword.
Ilookeddown.Hishandswereclenchedintohardfistsagain.
Mr.Bannercametoourtablethen,toseewhyweweren’tworking.Helookedoverourshoulderstoglanceatthecompletedlab,andthenstaredmoreintentlytochecktheanswers.
"So,Edward,didn’tyouthinkIsabellashouldgetachancewiththemicroscope?"Mr.Bannerasked.
"Bella,"Edwardcorrectedautomatically."Actually,sheidentifiedthreeofthefive."
Mr.