my appetite — I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade。 I just wanted to go sit down and sulk。 〃Edward Cullen is staring at you again；〃 Jessica said； finally breaking through my abstraction with his name。 〃I wonder why he"s sitting alone today。〃 My head snapped up。 I followed her gaze to see Edward； smiling crookedly； staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he usually sat。 Once he"d caught my eye； he raised one hand and motioned with his index finger for me to join him。 As I stared in disbelief； he winked。 〃Does he mean you？〃 Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her voice。 〃Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework；〃 I muttered for her benefit。 〃Um； I"d better go see what he wants。〃 I could feel her staring after me as I walked away。 When I reached his table； I stood behind the chair across from him； unsure。 〃Why don"t you sit with me today？〃 he asked； smiling。 I sat down automatically； watching him with caution。 He was still smiling。 It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real。 I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke； and I would wake up。 He seemed to be waiting for me to say something。 〃This is different；〃 I finally managed。 〃Well…〃 He paused； and then the rest of the words followed in a rush。 〃I decided as long as I was going to hell； I might as well do it thoroughly。〃 I waited for him to say something that made sense。 The seconds ticked by。 〃You know I don"t have any idea what you mean；〃 I eventually pointed out。 〃I know。〃 He smiled again； and then he changed the subject。 〃I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you。〃 〃They"ll survive。〃 I could feel their stares boring into my back。 〃I may not give you back； though；〃 he said with a wicked glint in his eyes。 I gulped。 He laughed。 〃You look worried。〃 〃No；〃 I said； but； ridiculously； my voice broke。 〃Surprised； actually… what brought all this on？〃 〃I told you — I got tired of trying to stay away from you。 So I"m giving up。〃 He was still smiling； but his ocher eyes were serious。 〃Giving up？〃 I repeated in confusion。 〃Yes — giving up trying to be good。 I"m just going to do what I want now； and let the chips fall where they may。〃 His smile faded as he explained； and a hard edge crept into his voice。 〃You lost me again。〃 The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared。 〃I always say too much when I"m talking to you — that"s one of the problems。〃 〃Don"t worry — I don"t understand any of it；〃 I said wryly。 〃I"m counting on that。〃 〃So； in plain English； are we friends now？〃 〃Friends…〃 he mused； dubious。 〃Or not；〃 I muttered。 He grinned。 〃Well； we can try； I suppose。 But I"m warning you now that I"m not a good friend for you。〃 Behind his smile； the warning was real。 〃You say that a lot；〃 I noted； trying to ignore the sudden trembling in my stomach and keep my voice even。 〃Yes； because you"re not listening to me。 I"m still waiting for you to believe it。 If you"re smart； you"ll avoid me。〃 〃I think you"ve made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear； too。〃 My eyes narrowed。 He smiled apologetically。 〃So； as long as I"m being… not smart； we"ll try to be friends？〃 I struggled to sum up the confusing exchange。 〃That sounds about right。〃 I looked down at my hands wrapped around the lemonade bottle； not sure what to do now。 〃What are you thinking？〃 he asked curiously。 I looked up into his deep gold eyes； became befuddled； and； as usual； blurted out the truth。 〃I"m trying to figure out what you are。〃 His jaw tightened； but he kept his smile in place with some effort。 〃Are you having any luck with that？〃 he asked in an offhand tone。 〃Not too much；〃 I admitted。 He chuckled。 〃What are your theories？〃 I blushed。 I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker。 There was no way I was going to own up to that。 〃Won"t you tell me？〃 he asked； tilting his head to one side with a shockingly tempting smile。 I shook my head。 〃Too embarrassing。〃 〃That"s really frustrating； you know；〃 he plained。 〃No；〃 I disagreed quickly； my eyes narrowing； 〃I can"t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you what they"re thinking； even if all the while they"re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now； why would that be frustrating？〃 He grimaced。 〃Or better；〃 I continued； the pentup annoyance flowing freely now； 〃say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things — from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next； and he never explained any of that； either； even after he promised。 That； also； would be very nonfrustrating。〃 〃You"ve got a bit of a temper； don"t you？〃 〃I don"t like double standards。〃 We stared at each other； unsmiling。 He glanced over my shoulder； and then； unexpectedly； he snickered。 〃What？〃 〃Your boyfriend seems to think I"m being unpleasant to you — he"s debating whether or not to e break up our fight。〃 He snickered again。 〃I don"t know who you"re talking about；〃 I said frostily。 〃But I"m sure you"re wrong； anyway。〃 〃I"m not。 I told you； most people are easy to read。〃 〃Except me； of course。〃 〃Yes。 Except for you。〃 His mood shifted suddenly； his eyes turned brooding。 〃I wonder why that is。〃 I had to look away from the intensity of his stare。 I concentrated on unscrewing the lid of my lemonade。 I took a swig； staring at the table without seeing it。 〃Aren"t you hungry？〃 he asked； distracted。 〃No。〃 I didn"t feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full — of butterflies。 〃You？〃 I looked at the empty table in front of him。 〃No； I"m not hungry。〃 I didn"t understand his expression — it looked like he was enjoying some private joke。 〃Can you do me a favor？〃 I asked after a second of hesitation。 He was suddenly wary。 〃That depen