Twilight commentary Chapter 02
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sweety8587Chapter 2 : Open Book
The next day was better… and worse. Naturally.
It was better because it wasn't raining yet, Please note...yet. Very positive outlook at the day.though the clouds were dense and opaque. Is opaque really the correct way to describe a cloud? Just wondering.... It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Chess Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was nattering. Nattering? Isn't that like...chattering? In any case, its no where near 'irritating'.
People didn't look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose names and faces I now remembered. Wait...didn't she say before that she hadn't bothered remembering their names...How very gracious of you. I began to feel like I was treading water, instead of drowning in it. The way she goes on...it makes it sound as though transferring schools is going into an dense tropical jungle without anything but a Prada purse with a visa card in it.
But when I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica - trying to keep my eyes from sweeping the place for him, and failing entirely — I saw that his four siblings of sorts Of...sorts? WUT? were sitting together at the same table, and he was not with them.And that made her day even worse :((((
But as I tried to listen to their easy chatter, I was terribly uncomfortable, waiting nervously for the moment he would arrive. I hoped that he would simply ignore me when he came, and prove my suspicions false.
This is sounding too much like a Mary-Sue insert isn't it? *sighs and shakes head* The world revolves around her, the hero is inexplicably attracted to her and vice versa, weird names etc etc.
He didn't come, and as time passed I grew more and more tense.
But didn't you say that you were genuinely afraid of him? So why more and more tense? You don't know him enough that you'd worry that something's wrong with him ergo get tense and worried. amirite?
It looked like I was going to have to do something about Mike, and it wouldn't be easy.
Boom. Headshot.
I had never been enormously tactful; I had no practice dealing with overly friendly boys.
We see that....we see that very very very clearly...but whats so difficult about saying "Mike im sorry but im just not interested in you in that way"? How hard I ask you....
But I couldn't get rid of the nagging suspicion that I was the reason he wasn't there.
Its always about you sugar bunch.
It was ridiculous, and egotistical to think that I could affect anyone that strongly.
And yet it doesn't stop you from thinking that *sighs*
I hurried from the girls' locker room, pleased to find that I had successfully evaded my retriever friend for the moment.
Am I the only one who feels that Bella is actively trying her best not to fit in when its clear that she can fit in with the crowd with ease? *puzzled* Cause the whole "I am oh so alone" bit seems about as real as pigs with wings. This girl CAN fit in with the crowd so why pretend to be all anti-social?
Last night I'd discovered that Charlie couldn't cook much besides fried eggs and bacon.
I imagine that to be very boring for his stomach...living so many years alone on just fried eggs and bacon...I'd have shot myself or know the numbers of all the delivery places
Now that I looked, it was obvious that they were all dressed exceptionally well; simply, but in clothes that subtly hinted at designer origins.
How can you tell that? No I'm damn serious here without any hint of sarcasm.
It seemed excessive for them to have both looks and money. I hear that one loud and clear. But as far as I could tell, life worked that way most of the time. It didn't look as if it bought them any acceptance here.
The Thriftway was not far from the school, just a few streets south, off the highway. It was nice to be inside the supermarket; it felt normal.
Cause being stuck in a green alien world town is very very not-normal after all *nods with all seriousness*
"Bella," my mom wrote…
Write me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your flight was. Is it raining? I miss you already. I'm almost finished packing for Florida, but I can't find my pink blouse. Do you know where I put it? Phil says hi. Mom.
I sighed and went to the next. It was sent eight hours after the first.
"Bella," she wrote…
Why haven't you e-mailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom.
The last was from this morning.
Isabella,
If I haven't heard from you by 5:30 p.m. today I'm calling Charlie.
*blinks with eyebrows raised* I'm sorry but...what...is that... *points to the emails* Is she her mother or an over-caffeinated golden retriever? I know some mother's worry more than normal about their kids but this is just fucking ridiculous.
I had decided to read Wuthering Heights — the novel we were currently studying in English — yet again for the fun of it and that's what I was doing when Charlie came home.
This word usage...terribly awkward to me. It seems as though...I went from reading a book to reading someone's diary.
I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.
Given your tendency to trip on flat surfaces, I wouldn't overlook that first one.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable. Neither of us was bothered by the quiet. In some ways, we were well suited for living together.
Huh..so she can be semi-positive. I think I'd have liked her more than way. Its harder to write a good negative thinker than a positive thinker after all.
(Bella) "They… the kids… are a little different. They don't seem to fit in very well at school."
Thank you Oprah.
The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. By Friday I was able to recognize, if not name, almost all the students at school. In Gym, the kids on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of their way.
Here. See what I mean? She's fitting in fine so whats with all the negativity and all that shit we had to put up with in the first chapter? I don't get it really...
Edward Cullen didn't come back to school.
Who cares? Oh right..you do. Lord knows why. Though because I read way too much shoujo I must point out here that you are already in love with him. *shakes head*
I tried not to think about him, but I couldn't totally suppress the worry that I was responsible for his continued absence, ridiculous as it seemed.
Calling the Department of Redundancy Department. This is the third time she's said it. Like I said before, of course its because of you. Because you are the central character *eyeroll* Get with it already please.
"Ew." Snow. There went my good day.
.....thats the weirdest reaction to snow ever. EVER. Whats 'ew' worthy about snow?
He looked surprised. "Don't you like snow?"
"No. That means it's too cold for rain."
But...didn't you just say that you hate the rain? There is no pleasing this one
I looked down; my ears were hot. I had no reason to feel self-conscious, I reminded myself. I hadn't done anything wrong.
*headdesk* Oh here we go!
I sipped my soda slowly, my stomach churning. Twice Mike asked, with unnecessary concern, how I was feeling.
Unnecessary concern? Whats so....I dont get it.
I kept my head down and glanced up under my lashes. None of them were looking this way. I lifted my head a little.
Is she trying to act all coy and shy? Its really not having that effect :\
But, aside from the laughter and playfulness, there was something different, and I couldn't quite pinpoint what that difference was. I examined Edward the most carefully.
Staring is rude no matter what state you're in right? She should realize that shes staring...pointedly...
"Bella, what are you staring at?" Jessica intruded, her eyes following my stare.
SEE!
I dropped my head, letting my hair fall to conceal my face.(THUD)
"The Cullens don't like anybody… well, they don't notice anybody enough to like them. But he's still staring at you."
Edward...its rude to stare. Try doing it more..I dunno...atleast try to pretend that you're not staring or something?
"Stop looking at him," I hissed.
Aha. The girl's territorial teeth are showing. I can stare at him but no other girl can.
She snickered, but she looked away. I raised my head enough to make sure that she did, contemplating violence if she resisted.
See...territorial teeth....
I decided to honor the bargain I'd made with myself. Since he didn't look angry, I would go to Biology. My stomach did frightened little flips at the thought of sitting next to him again.
Shes clearly afraid of him....i can't wait to see why and how she fell in love with him. I mean, fear =/= love.
Mike kept up a string of complaints on the way to building four.
Bella Part 2 alert. Everyone, keep your ear plugs ready!
I heard very clearly when the chair next to me moved, but my eyes stayed carefully focused on the pattern I was drawing.
"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.
Nathan Fillian?! Michael Jackson?!
My mind was spinning with confusion. Had I made up the whole thing? He was perfectly polite now. I had to speak; he was waiting. But I couldn't think of anything conventional to say.
"H-how do you know my name?" I stammered.
"Cause I can read maybe..." replied Edward dryly.
You've been there a week which is long enough for the rumor mill to spit your name out to him I reckon.
"Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive."
...er...what is that supposed to mean? That sounds vaguely creepy to me....and if the whole town was waiting for her to arrive how come there wasn't any parade when she did arrive? *pouts*
"No," I persisted stupidly. "I meant, why did you call me Bella?"
Again, you've been here a week right? And you keep correcting people and contrary to what you may believe, but the people around you are not idiots who don't remember people names
"Or I could start, if you wish." The smile faded; he was obviously wondering if I was mentally competent.
.....This one's too easy ain't it? Must resist commenting on this...
He smirked and pushed the microscope to me.
Why...is he smirking? Whats so smirk worthy about the fact that Super! Bella wants to check if he's correctly identified the slide?
He took a swift peek, and then wrote it down. I would have written it while he looked, but his clear, elegant script intimidated me.
I facepalmed at this. But of course even his writing is perfect. I'm kinda amazed that Meyers didn't put him down as a perfect lover as well....come to think of it...why didn't she? A vampire with a 100 years experience would be kick ass wouldn't it? .... My Angel and Angelus fan is showing isn't it?
In fact, I was sure there was something different. I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he'd glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.
AAAAAAAH! *points dramatically* Magically changing eye color! Someone call the Gary Stu brigade!
Mr. Banner nodded. "Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix?"
"Yes."
But of course.....check another point off the Mary Sue identification list
"You have no idea," I muttered darkly.
And the whining's back. That was a short trip wasn't it?
He looked fascinated by what I said, for some reason I couldn't imagine.
Neither can I. Whats so fascinating about it?
(Edward)"Why did you come here, then?"
"I dunno....convenient plot device I think."
"It's… complicated."
"I think I can keep up," he pressed.
I paused for a long moment, and then made the mistake of meeting his gaze. His dark gold eyes confused me, and I answered without thinking.
"My mother got remarried," I said.
"That doesn't sound so complex," he disagreed, but he was suddenly sympathetic. "When did that happen?"
For once, I agree with Sparklypants here.
My chin raised a fraction. "No, she did not send me here. I sent myself."
What a brave little soldier *wipes away imaginary tear from the corner of her eye*
His eyebrows knit together. "I don't understand," he admitted, and he seemed unnecessarily frustrated by that fact.
You, me and the rest of us Sparklypants...you, me and the rest of us.
I sighed. Why was I explaining this to him? He continued to stare at me with obvious curiosity. "She stayed with me at first, but she missed him. It made her unhappy… so I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie." My voice was glum by the time I finished.
*blinks* wait...didn't she like, not like spending time with Charlie? Wth? And she has no other relatives or friends or anything with whom she coulda stayed with rather than come to Forks? Talk about paper thing logic.
"But now you're unhappy," he pointed out.
He's so sharp!
"And?" I challenged.
"That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense.
Yeah well that's life. Pass the salt please.
His gaze became appraising. "You put on a good show," he said slowly. "But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see."
I feel like lolling at this line. Though Edward, it would be more correct to say that she's whining more than suffering...
I grimaced at him, resisting the impulse to stick out my tongue like a five-year-old, and looked away.
Do it anyways. That's how I think you are so I doubt it'll make a difference
I glanced at him without thinking… and told the truth again. "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read — my mother always calls me her open book." I frowned.
If it was so easy to read then Mike woulda gotten the hint that you dont wanna hang with him or maybe he's bad at it but still, the other people around you woulda guessed it. So yeah....moving on..
"Usually." He smiled widely, flashing a set of perfect, ultrawhite teeth.
Ultrawhite? Is this subliminal advertising for Colgate?
I was in disbelief that I'd just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.
True on the utterly dreary life part....
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung by his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly.
Hark! Is Meyers implying here that females can be better at studies than males? Shock! Horror!
"I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
...what was so hurtful about what she said? *puzzled*
I looked around me to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Oh look, its a Venus de Milo statue in the middle of the parking lot! Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. Dang.
Well that was more bearable than the first chapter to be sure. And Edward and Bella have their first conversation that was...well...em...awkward in its setup. I mean Bella's coming off as being totally awed by his looks and he's stuck somewhere between shocked and wtf. Their conversation at best was small talk with no real 'chemistry' coming off between them. And no, I do not count an electric spark felt when hands touch as chemistry. Chemistry is when you read it or see the characters and you say "DAMN....those two...SHOULD be together!in a bed...now!" Where is the snap crackle pop passion of a good relationship?
The next day was better… and worse. Naturally.
It was better because it wasn't raining yet, Please note...yet. Very positive outlook at the day.though the clouds were dense and opaque. Is opaque really the correct way to describe a cloud? Just wondering.... It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Chess Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was nattering. Nattering? Isn't that like...chattering? In any case, its no where near 'irritating'.
People didn't look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose names and faces I now remembered. Wait...didn't she say before that she hadn't bothered remembering their names...How very gracious of you. I began to feel like I was treading water, instead of drowning in it. The way she goes on...it makes it sound as though transferring schools is going into an dense tropical jungle without anything but a Prada purse with a visa card in it.
But when I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica - trying to keep my eyes from sweeping the place for him, and failing entirely — I saw that his four siblings of sorts Of...sorts? WUT? were sitting together at the same table, and he was not with them.And that made her day even worse :((((
But as I tried to listen to their easy chatter, I was terribly uncomfortable, waiting nervously for the moment he would arrive. I hoped that he would simply ignore me when he came, and prove my suspicions false.
This is sounding too much like a Mary-Sue insert isn't it? *sighs and shakes head* The world revolves around her, the hero is inexplicably attracted to her and vice versa, weird names etc etc.
He didn't come, and as time passed I grew more and more tense.
But didn't you say that you were genuinely afraid of him? So why more and more tense? You don't know him enough that you'd worry that something's wrong with him ergo get tense and worried. amirite?
It looked like I was going to have to do something about Mike, and it wouldn't be easy.
I had never been enormously tactful; I had no practice dealing with overly friendly boys.
We see that....we see that very very very clearly...but whats so difficult about saying "Mike im sorry but im just not interested in you in that way"? How hard I ask you....
But I couldn't get rid of the nagging suspicion that I was the reason he wasn't there.
Its always about you sugar bunch.
It was ridiculous, and egotistical to think that I could affect anyone that strongly.
And yet it doesn't stop you from thinking that *sighs*
I hurried from the girls' locker room, pleased to find that I had successfully evaded my retriever friend for the moment.
Am I the only one who feels that Bella is actively trying her best not to fit in when its clear that she can fit in with the crowd with ease? *puzzled* Cause the whole "I am oh so alone" bit seems about as real as pigs with wings. This girl CAN fit in with the crowd so why pretend to be all anti-social?
Last night I'd discovered that Charlie couldn't cook much besides fried eggs and bacon.
I imagine that to be very boring for his stomach...living so many years alone on just fried eggs and bacon...I'd have shot myself or know the numbers of all the delivery places
Now that I looked, it was obvious that they were all dressed exceptionally well; simply, but in clothes that subtly hinted at designer origins.
How can you tell that? No I'm damn serious here without any hint of sarcasm.
It seemed excessive for them to have both looks and money. I hear that one loud and clear. But as far as I could tell, life worked that way most of the time. It didn't look as if it bought them any acceptance here.
The Thriftway was not far from the school, just a few streets south, off the highway. It was nice to be inside the supermarket; it felt normal.
Cause being stuck in a green alien world town is very very not-normal after all *nods with all seriousness*
"Bella," my mom wrote…
Write me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your flight was. Is it raining? I miss you already. I'm almost finished packing for Florida, but I can't find my pink blouse. Do you know where I put it? Phil says hi. Mom.
I sighed and went to the next. It was sent eight hours after the first.
"Bella," she wrote…
Why haven't you e-mailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom.
The last was from this morning.
Isabella,
If I haven't heard from you by 5:30 p.m. today I'm calling Charlie.
*blinks with eyebrows raised* I'm sorry but...what...is that... *points to the emails* Is she her mother or an over-caffeinated golden retriever? I know some mother's worry more than normal about their kids but this is just fucking ridiculous.
I had decided to read Wuthering Heights — the novel we were currently studying in English — yet again for the fun of it and that's what I was doing when Charlie came home.
This word usage...terribly awkward to me. It seems as though...I went from reading a book to reading someone's diary.
I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.
Given your tendency to trip on flat surfaces, I wouldn't overlook that first one.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable. Neither of us was bothered by the quiet. In some ways, we were well suited for living together.
Huh..so she can be semi-positive. I think I'd have liked her more than way. Its harder to write a good negative thinker than a positive thinker after all.
(Bella) "They… the kids… are a little different. They don't seem to fit in very well at school."
Thank you Oprah.
The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. By Friday I was able to recognize, if not name, almost all the students at school. In Gym, the kids on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of their way.
Here. See what I mean? She's fitting in fine so whats with all the negativity and all that shit we had to put up with in the first chapter? I don't get it really...
Edward Cullen didn't come back to school.
Who cares? Oh right..you do. Lord knows why. Though because I read way too much shoujo I must point out here that you are already in love with him. *shakes head*
I tried not to think about him, but I couldn't totally suppress the worry that I was responsible for his continued absence, ridiculous as it seemed.
Calling the Department of Redundancy Department. This is the third time she's said it. Like I said before, of course its because of you. Because you are the central character *eyeroll* Get with it already please.
"Ew." Snow. There went my good day.
.....thats the weirdest reaction to snow ever. EVER. Whats 'ew' worthy about snow?
He looked surprised. "Don't you like snow?"
"No. That means it's too cold for rain."
But...didn't you just say that you hate the rain? There is no pleasing this one
I looked down; my ears were hot. I had no reason to feel self-conscious, I reminded myself. I hadn't done anything wrong.
*headdesk* Oh here we go!
I sipped my soda slowly, my stomach churning. Twice Mike asked, with unnecessary concern, how I was feeling.
Unnecessary concern? Whats so....I dont get it.
I kept my head down and glanced up under my lashes. None of them were looking this way. I lifted my head a little.
Is she trying to act all coy and shy? Its really not having that effect :\
But, aside from the laughter and playfulness, there was something different, and I couldn't quite pinpoint what that difference was. I examined Edward the most carefully.
Staring is rude no matter what state you're in right? She should realize that shes staring...pointedly...
"Bella, what are you staring at?" Jessica intruded, her eyes following my stare.
SEE!
I dropped my head, letting my hair fall to conceal my face.
"The Cullens don't like anybody… well, they don't notice anybody enough to like them. But he's still staring at you."
Edward...its rude to stare. Try doing it more..I dunno...atleast try to pretend that you're not staring or something?
"Stop looking at him," I hissed.
Aha. The girl's territorial teeth are showing. I can stare at him but no other girl can.
She snickered, but she looked away. I raised my head enough to make sure that she did, contemplating violence if she resisted.
See...territorial teeth....
I decided to honor the bargain I'd made with myself. Since he didn't look angry, I would go to Biology. My stomach did frightened little flips at the thought of sitting next to him again.
Shes clearly afraid of him....i can't wait to see why and how she fell in love with him. I mean, fear =/= love.
Mike kept up a string of complaints on the way to building four.
Bella Part 2 alert. Everyone, keep your ear plugs ready!
I heard very clearly when the chair next to me moved, but my eyes stayed carefully focused on the pattern I was drawing.
"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.
My mind was spinning with confusion. Had I made up the whole thing? He was perfectly polite now. I had to speak; he was waiting. But I couldn't think of anything conventional to say.
"H-how do you know my name?" I stammered.
"Cause I can read maybe..." replied Edward dryly.
You've been there a week which is long enough for the rumor mill to spit your name out to him I reckon.
"Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive."
...er...what is that supposed to mean? That sounds vaguely creepy to me....and if the whole town was waiting for her to arrive how come there wasn't any parade when she did arrive? *pouts*
"No," I persisted stupidly. "I meant, why did you call me Bella?"
Again, you've been here a week right? And you keep correcting people and contrary to what you may believe, but the people around you are not idiots who don't remember people names
"Or I could start, if you wish." The smile faded; he was obviously wondering if I was mentally competent.
.....This one's too easy ain't it? Must resist commenting on this...
He smirked and pushed the microscope to me.
Why...is he smirking? Whats so smirk worthy about the fact that Super! Bella wants to check if he's correctly identified the slide?
He took a swift peek, and then wrote it down. I would have written it while he looked, but his clear, elegant script intimidated me.
I facepalmed at this. But of course even his writing is perfect. I'm kinda amazed that Meyers didn't put him down as a perfect lover as well....come to think of it...why didn't she? A vampire with a 100 years experience would be kick ass wouldn't it? .... My Angel and Angelus fan is showing isn't it?
In fact, I was sure there was something different. I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he'd glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.
AAAAAAAH! *points dramatically* Magically changing eye color! Someone call the Gary Stu brigade!
Mr. Banner nodded. "Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix?"
"Yes."
But of course.....check another point off the Mary Sue identification list
"You have no idea," I muttered darkly.
And the whining's back. That was a short trip wasn't it?
He looked fascinated by what I said, for some reason I couldn't imagine.
Neither can I. Whats so fascinating about it?
(Edward)"Why did you come here, then?"
"I dunno....convenient plot device I think."
"It's… complicated."
"I think I can keep up," he pressed.
I paused for a long moment, and then made the mistake of meeting his gaze. His dark gold eyes confused me, and I answered without thinking.
"My mother got remarried," I said.
"That doesn't sound so complex," he disagreed, but he was suddenly sympathetic. "When did that happen?"
For once, I agree with Sparklypants here.
My chin raised a fraction. "No, she did not send me here. I sent myself."
What a brave little soldier *wipes away imaginary tear from the corner of her eye*
His eyebrows knit together. "I don't understand," he admitted, and he seemed unnecessarily frustrated by that fact.
You, me and the rest of us Sparklypants...you, me and the rest of us.
I sighed. Why was I explaining this to him? He continued to stare at me with obvious curiosity. "She stayed with me at first, but she missed him. It made her unhappy… so I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie." My voice was glum by the time I finished.
*blinks* wait...didn't she like, not like spending time with Charlie? Wth? And she has no other relatives or friends or anything with whom she coulda stayed with rather than come to Forks? Talk about paper thing logic.
"But now you're unhappy," he pointed out.
He's so sharp!
"And?" I challenged.
"That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense.
Yeah well that's life. Pass the salt please.
His gaze became appraising. "You put on a good show," he said slowly. "But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see."
I feel like lolling at this line. Though Edward, it would be more correct to say that she's whining more than suffering...
I grimaced at him, resisting the impulse to stick out my tongue like a five-year-old, and looked away.
Do it anyways. That's how I think you are so I doubt it'll make a difference
I glanced at him without thinking… and told the truth again. "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read — my mother always calls me her open book." I frowned.
If it was so easy to read then Mike woulda gotten the hint that you dont wanna hang with him or maybe he's bad at it but still, the other people around you woulda guessed it. So yeah....moving on..
"Usually." He smiled widely, flashing a set of perfect, ultrawhite teeth.
Ultrawhite? Is this subliminal advertising for Colgate?
I was in disbelief that I'd just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.
True on the utterly dreary life part....
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung by his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly.
Hark! Is Meyers implying here that females can be better at studies than males? Shock! Horror!
"I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
...what was so hurtful about what she said? *puzzled*
I looked around me to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Oh look, its a Venus de Milo statue in the middle of the parking lot! Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. Dang.
Well that was more bearable than the first chapter to be sure. And Edward and Bella have their first conversation that was...well...em...awkward in its setup. I mean Bella's coming off as being totally awed by his looks and he's stuck somewhere between shocked and wtf. Their conversation at best was small talk with no real 'chemistry' coming off between them. And no, I do not count an electric spark felt when hands touch as chemistry. Chemistry is when you read it or see the characters and you say "DAMN....those two...SHOULD be together!
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