Сумерки

           TherehadbeennoprogresswithRosalie,thoughIwasonquitegoodtermswithhersometimes-husband.Emmettenjoyedhavingmearound-hethoughtmybizarrehumanreactionswerehilarious...ormaybeitwasjustthefactthatIfelldownalotthathefoundsofunny.RosalieactedasifIdidn’texist.WhileIshookmyheadtodispelthedirectionmythoughtshadtaken,Ithoughtofsomethingelse.

           "IsCharlieinonthis?"Iasked,suddenlysuspicious.

           "Ofcourse."Hegrinned,andthenchuckled."ApparentlyTylerwasn’t,though."

           Igrittedmyteeth.HowTylercouldbesodelusional,Icouldn’timagine.Atschool,whereCharliecouldn’tinterfere,EdwardandIwereinseparable-exceptforthoseraresunnydays.

           Wewereattheschoolnow;Rosalie’sredconvertiblewasconspicuousintheparkinglot.Thecloudswerethintoday,afewstreaksofsunlightescapingthroughfarawayinthewest.

           Hegotoutandwalkedaroundthecartoopenmydoor.Heheldouthishand.

           Isatstubbornlyinmyseat,armsfolded,feelingasecrettwingeofsmugness.Thelotwascrowdedwithpeopleinformaldress:witnesses.Hecouldn’tremovemeforciblyfromthecarashemighthaveifwe’dbeenalone.

           Hesighed."Whensomeonewantstokillyou,you’rebraveasalion-andthenwhensomeonementionsdancing..."Heshookhishead.

           Igulped.Dancing.

           "Bella,Iwon’tletanythinghurtyou-notevenyourself.Iwon’tletgoofyouonce,Ipromise."

           Ithoughtaboutthatandsuddenlyfeltmuchbetter.Hecouldseethatinmyface.