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           "Bella,youhityourhead,youdon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout."Histonewascutting.

           Mytemperflarednow,andIglareddefiantlyathim."There’snothingwrongwithmyhead."

           Heglaredback."Whatdoyouwantfromme,Bella?"

           "Iwanttoknowthetruth,"Isaid."IwanttoknowwhyI’mlyingforyou."

           "Whatdoyouthinkhappened?"hesnapped.

           Itcameoutinarush.

           "AllIknowisthatyouweren’tanywherenearme-Tylerdidn’tseeyou,either,sodon’ttellmeIhitmyheadtoohard.Thatvanwasgoingtocrushusboth-anditdidn’t,andyourhandsleftdentsinthesideofit-andyouleftadentintheothercar,andyou’renothurtatall-andthevanshouldhavesmashedmylegs,butyouwereholdingitup..."Icouldhearhowcrazyitsounded,andIcouldn’tcontinue.IwassomadIcouldfeelthetearscoming;Itriedtoforcethembackbygrindingmyteethtogether.

           Hewasstaringatmeincredulously.Buthisfacewastense,defensive.

           "YouthinkIliftedavanoffyou?"Histonequestionedmysanity,butitonlymadememoresuspicious.Itwaslikeaperfectlydeliveredlinebyaskilledactor.

           Imerelynoddedonce,jawtight.

           "Nobodywillbelievethat,youknow."Hisvoiceheldanedgeofderisionnow.

           "I’mnotgoingtotellanybody."Isaideachwordslowly,carefullycontrollingmyanger.

           Surpriseflittedacrosshisface."Thenwhydoesitmatter?"

           "Itmatterstome,"Iinsisted."Idon’tliketolie-sothere’dbetterbeagoodreasonwhyI’mdoingit."

           "Can’tyoujustthankmeandgetoverit?"

           "Thankyou.