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           "Hello,Tyler,thisisEdwardCullen."Hisvoicewasveryfriendly,onthesurface.Iknewitwellenoughtocatchthesoftedgeofmenace.WhatwasTylerdoingatmyhouse?Theawfultruthbegantodawnonme.IlookedagainattheinappropriatedressAlicehadforcedmeinto.

           "I’msorryifthere’sbeensomekindofmiscommunication,butBellaisunavailabletonight."Edward’stonechanged,andthethreatinhisvoicewassuddenlymuchmoreevidentashecontinued."Tobeperfectlyhonest,she’llbeunavailableeverynight,asfarasanyonebesidesmyselfisconcerned.Nooffense.AndI’msorryaboutyourevening."Hedidn’tsoundsorryatall.Andthenhesnappedthephoneshut,ahugesmirkonhisface.

           Myfaceandneckflushedcrimsonwithanger.Icouldfeeltherage-inducedtearsstartingtofillmyeyes.

           Helookedatmeinsurprise."Wasthatlastpartabittoomuch?Ididn’tmeantooffendyou."

           Iignoredthat.

           "You’retakingmetotheprom!"Iyelled.

           Itwasembarrassinglyobviousnow.IfI’dbeenpayinganyattentionatall,I’msureIwouldhavenoticedthedateonthepostersthatdecoratedtheschoolbuildings.ButI’dneverdreamedhewasthinkingofsubjectingmetothis.Didn’theknowmeatall?

           Hewasn’texpectingtheforceofmyreaction,thatwasclear.Hepressedhislipstogetherandhiseyesnarrowed."Don’tbedifficult,Bella."

           Myeyesflashedtothewindow;wewerehalfwaytotheschoolalready.

           "Whyareyoudoingthistome?"Idemandedinhorror.

           Hegesturedtohistuxedo.