Twilight 5. BLOOD TYPE

5. BLOOD TYPEI made my style to English in a daze. I didnt even realize when I low gear walked in that physique had already started.Thank you for joining us, deteriorate Swan, Mr. Mason verbalize in a disparaging t mavin.I flushed and hurried to my seat.It wasnt till class ended that I realized microph unmatched wasnt puzz on the wholeowing in his usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met me at the inlet as usual, so I figured I wasnt totally unforgiven. mike seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he talked near the weather report for this weekend. The precipitatewater was supposed to wad a minor destroy, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I tried to sound eager, to make up for spoil him yester solar day. It was hard rain or no rain, it would electrostatic only be in the high forties, if we were lucky.The rest period period of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to opine that I hadnt safe imagined what Edward had said, and the way his call fort had looked. possibly it was h starst a in truth convincing dream that Id confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that I unfeignedly appealed to him on any level.So I was impatient and frightened as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria. I cherished to see his face, to see if hed gvirtuoso buns to the cold, indifferent person Id populaten for the farthest several weeks. Or if, by some miracle, Id in truth comprehend what I thought Id heard this morning. Jessica babbled on and on ab step to the fore her dance plans Lauren and Angela had asked the other boys and they were all button together completely unaware of my inattention.Disappointment flooded by dint of me as my eye unerringly focused on his hedge. The other four were there, but he was absent. Had he gone home? I followed the still-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. Id lost my appetite I bought nonhing but a bottle of lemona de. I just lacked to go sit level and sulk.Edward Cullen is everlasting(a) at you again, Jessica said, last breaking through my abstraction with his name. I wonder why hes sitting alone today.My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Edward, smiling crookedly, consummate(a) at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he commonly sat. Once hed 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 typify you? Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her utter.Maybe he need respectabley help with his biological science homework, I muttered for her benefit. Um, Id break in go see what he wants.I could liveliness her staring after me as I walked away.When I reached his table, I stood shadow the c pilus across from him, un reliable.Why dont you sit with me today? he asked, smiling.I sat down automatically, watching him with caution. He was still smiling. It was hard to debat e that somebody so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a abrupt puff of smoke, and I would wake up.He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.This is different, I lastly managed.Well He paused, and whence the rest of the words followed in a rush. I opinionated as long as I was exhalation to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.I waited for him to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.You sleep with I dont have any idea what you mean, I eventually pointed out.I go through. He grind again, and hence he changed the subject. I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.Theyll survive. I could feel their stares boring into my stick out.I may non give you back, though, he said with a pie-eyed glint in his look.I gulped.He laughed. You look worried. none I said, but, ridiculously, my voice broke. Surprised, rattling what brought all this on?I told you I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So Im giving up. H e was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious.Giving up? I repeated in confusion.Yes giving up trying to be good. Im just pass to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may. His grinning faded as he explained, and a hard edge crept into his voice.You lost me again.The breathtaking crooked grinning reappeared.I always say too everywheremuch when Im talking to you thats one of the problems.Dont worry I dont realize any of it, I said wryly.Im 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 Im informing you now that Im not a good friend for you. Behind his smile, the warning was real.You say that a mickle, I noted, trying to ignore the sudden trembling in my stomach and hold my voice even.Yes, because youre not listening to me. Im still waiting for you to believe it. If youre smart, youll avoid me.I think youve made your opinion on the subject of my intel lect clear, too. My eyes narrowed.He smiled apologetically.So, as long as Im being not smart, well try to be friends? I struggled to sum up the confusing exchange.That sounds more or less right.I looked down at my hands wrapped near the lemonade bottle, not genuine 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.Im trying to figure out what you are.His jaw tightened, but he kept his smile in beat with some effort.Are you having any luck with that? he asked in an tallyhand 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.Wont you tell me? he asked, tilting his head to one side with a shockingly tempting smile.I shook my head. Too embarrassing.Thats really frustrating, you know, he complained.No, I disagreed promptly, my e yes narrowing, I cant imagine why that would be frustrating at all just because someone refuses to tell you what theyre thinking, even if all the while theyre making cryptic particular 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 pent-up annoyance flowing resignly 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 non-frustrating.Youve got a bit of a temper, dont you?I dont 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 Im being unpleasant to you hes debating whether or not to come break up our fight. He snickered again.I dont know who youre talk ing about, I said frostily. But Im sure youre wrong, anyway.Im not. I told you, most people are easy to read.Except me, of course.Yes. Except for you. His mood shifted perfectly his eyes sa term of enlistmentine 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 tablewithout seeing it.Arent you hungry? he asked, distracted.No. I didnt feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full of butterflies. You? I looked at the empty table in front of him.No, Im not hungry. I didnt understand his expression it looked like he was enjoying some close joke.Can you do me a favor? I asked after a second of hesitation.He was suddenly wary. That depends on what you want.Its not much, I assure him.He waited, guarded but curious.I just wondered if you could warn me to begin withhand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so Im prepared. I looked at the le monade bottle as I spoke, tracing the circle of the opening with my pinkie finger.That sounds fair. He was pressing his lips together to keep from laughing when I looked up.Thanks. therefore can I have one answer in return? he demanded.One.Tell me one theory.Whoops. Not that one.You didnt qualify, you just promised one answer, he reminded me.And youve broken promises yourself, I reminded him back.Just one theory I wont laugh.Yes, you will. I was positive about that.He looked down, and then glanced up at me through his long black lashes, his ocher eyes scorching.Please? he breathed, leaning toward me.I blinked, my mind going blank. Holy crow, how did he do that?Er, what? I asked, dazed.Please tell me just one little theory. His eyes still smoldered at me.Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider? Was he a hypnotist, too? Or was I just a hopeless pushover?Thats not very creative, he scoffed.Im sorry, thats all Ive got, I said, miffed.Youre not even close, he teased.No spiders?Nope.And no radioactivity?None.Dang, I sighed.Kryptonite doesnt jaw me, either, he chuckled.Youre not supposed to laugh, remember?He struggled to compose his face.Ill figure it out eventually, I warned him.I wish you wouldnt try. He was serious again.Because ?What if Im not a superhero? What if Im the bad guy? He smiled playfully, but his eyes were impenetrable.Oh, I said, as several things hed hinted fell suddenly into place. I see.Do you? His face was abruptly severe, as if he were afraid that hed accidentally said too much.Youre dangerous? I hypothesizeed, my pulse quickening as I intuitively realized the truth of my own words. He was dangerous. Hed been trying to tell me that all along.He just looked at me, eyes full of some emotion I couldnt comprehend.But not bad, I whispered, shaking my head. No, I dont believe that youre bad.Youre wrong. His voice was almost inaudible. He looked down, stealing my bottle lid and then spinning it on its side between his fingers. I stared at him, won dering why I didnt feel afraid. He meant what he was saying that was obvious. But I just felt anxious, on edge and, more than anything else, fascinated. The same way I always felt when I was near him.The silence lasted until I detect that the cafeteria was almost empty.I jumped to my feet. Were going to be late.Im not going to class today, he said, twirling the lid so nimble it was just a blur.Why not?Its healthy to ditch class now and then. He smiled up at me, but his eyes were still troubled.Well, Im going, I told him. I was far too tremendous a coward to risk getting caught.He turned his attention back to his makeshift top. Ill see you later, then.I hesitated, torn, but then the first bell sent me hurrying out the limen with a last glance confirming that he hadnt moved a centimeter.As I half-ran to class, my head was spinning fleet than the bottle cap. So few questions had been answered in comparison to how many new questions had been raised. At least the rain had stopped.I was lucky Mr. monetary standard wasnt in the inhabit yet when I arrived. I settled quickly into my seat, aware that both Mike and Angela were staring at me. Mike looked resentful Angela looked surprised, and slightly awed.Mr. waft came in the room then, calling the class to order. He was juggling a few low cardboard boxes in his arms. He put them down on Mikes table, telling him to start passing them around the class.Okay, guys, I want you all to take one piece from each box, he said as he produced a pair of rubber gloves from the pocket of his lab jacket and pulled them on. The sharp sound as the gloves snapped into place against his wrists seemed dark to me. The first should be an indi putor card, he went on, grabbing a white card with four squares marked on it and displaying it. The second is a four-pronged applicator - he held up something that looked like a nearly toothless hair pick - and the third is a sterile micro-lancet. He held up a small piece of game plastic and split it open. The barb was invisible from this distance, but my stomach flipped.Ill be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please dont start until I get to you. He began at Mikes table again, carefully putting one drop of water in each of the four squares. then I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet He grabbed Mikes hand and jabbed the spike into the issue of Mikes middle finger. Oh no. Clammy moisture broke out across my forehead.Put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs. He demonstrated, squeezing Mikes finger till the blood flowed. I swallowed convulsively, my stomach heaving.And then apply it to the card, he finished, holding up the dripping red card for us to see. I closed my eyes, trying to hear through the doughnut in my ears.The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type. He sounded proud of himself. Those of you who arent eighteen yet will need a p arents permission I have slips at my desk.He continued through the room with his water drops. I put my organisation against the cool black tabletop and tried to hold on to my consciousness. All around me I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles as my classmates skewered their fingers. I breathed tardily in and out through my mouth.Bella, are you all right? Mr. Banner asked. His voice was close to my head, and it sounded alarmed.I already know my blood type, Mr. Banner, I said in a weak voice. I was afraid to raise my head.Are you feeling faint?Yes, sir, I muttered, internally boot myself for not ditching when I had the chance.Can someone take Bella to the nurse, please? he called.I didnt have to look up to know that it would be Mike who volunteered.Can you walk? Mr. Banner asked.Yes, I whispered. Just let me get out of here, I thought. Ill crawl.Mike seemed eager as he put his arm around my waist and pulled my arm over his shoulder. I leaned against him heavily on the way o ut of the classroom.Mike towed me slowly across campus. When we were around the edge of the cafeteria, out of sight of building four in case Mr. Banner was watching, I stopped.Just let me sit for a minute, please? I begged.He helped me sit on the edge of the walk.And whatever you do, keep your hand in your pocket, I warned. I was still so dizzy. I slumped over on my side, putting my cheek against the freezing, damp cement of the paving material, closing my eyes. That seemed to help a little.Wow, youre green, Bella, Mike said nervously.Bella? a different voice called from the distance.No Please let me be imagining that horribly long-familiar voice.Whats wrong is she hurt? His voice was closer now, and he sounded upset. I wasnt imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or, at the very least, not to throw up.Mike seemed stressed. I think shes fainted. I dont know what happened, she didnt even stick her finger.Bella. Edwards voice was right beside me, relieved now. Can yo u hear me?No, I groaned. Go away.He chuckled.I was taking her to the nurse, Mike explained in a defensive tone, but she wouldnt go any farther.Ill take her, Edward said. I could hear the smile still in his voice. You can go back to class.No, Mike protested. Im supposed to do it.Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from beneath me. My eyes flew open in shock. Edward had scooped me up in his arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.Put me down Please, please let me not contrive on him. He was walking before I was finished talking.Hey Mike called, already ten paces behind us. Edward ignored him. You look awful, he told me, grinning.Put me back on the sidewalk, I moaned. The rocking movement of his walk was not helping. He held me away from his body, gingerly, supporting all my weight with just his arms it didnt seem to bother him.So you faint at the sight of blood? he asked. This seemed to entertain him.I didnt answer. I closed my eyes again and fought the nausea with all my strength, clamping my lips together.And not even your own blood, he continued, enjoying himself.I dont know how he opened the door while carrying me, but it was suddenly warm, so I knew we were inside.Oh my, I heard a female voice gasp.She fainted in Biology, Edward explained.I opened my eyes. I was in the office, and Edward was striding past the front answer toward the nurses door. Ms. Cope, the redheaded front office receptionist, ran ahead of him to hold it open. The grandmotherly nurse looked up from a novel, astonished, as Edward swung me into the room and placed me gently on the crackly paper that covered the brown vinyl mattress on the one cot. Then he moved to stand against the wall as far across the narrow room as possible. His eyes were bright, excited.Shes just a little faint, he reassured the startled nurse. Theyre blood typing in Biology.The nurse nodded sagely. Theres always one.He muffled a snicker.Just lie down for a minute, erotic love itll pas s.I know, I sighed. The nausea was already fading.Does this happen a lot? she asked.Sometimes, I admitted. Edward coughed to hide another(prenominal) laugh.You can go back to class now, she told him.Im supposed to stay with her. He said this with such assured authority that even though she pursed her lips the nurse didnt argue it further.Ill go get you some ice for your forehead, dear, she said to me, and then bustled out of the room.You were right, I moaned, letting my eyes close.I usually am but about what in particular this time?Ditching is healthy. I practiced breathing evenly.You scared me for a minute there, he admitted after a pause. His tone made it sound like he was confessing a humiliating weakness. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.Ha ha. I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute.Honestly Ive seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.Poor Mike. Ill bet hes mad.He suddenly loathes me, Edward said cheerfully.You cant know that, I argued, but then I wondered suddenly if he could.I aphorism his face I could tell.How did you see me? I thought you were ditching. I was almost fine now, though the malaise would probably pass faster if Id eaten something for lunch. On the other hand, maybe it was lucky my stomach was empty.I was in my car, listening to a CD. Such a normal response it surprised me.I heard the door and opened my eyes to see the nurse with a cold compress in her hand.Here you go, dear. She place it across my forehead. Youre looking better, she added.I think Im fine, I said, sitting up. Just a little ringing in my ears, no spinning. The mint green walls stayed where they should.I could see she was about to make me lie back down, but the door opened just then, and Ms. Cope stuck her head in.Weve got another one, she warned.I hopped down to free up the cot for the next invalid.I handed the compress back to the nurse. Here, I dont need this.And then Mike staggered through the door, now supporting a sallow-looking Lee Stephens, another boy in our Biology class. Edward and I drew back against the wall to give them room.Oh no, Edward muttered. Go out to the office, Bella.I looked up at him, bewildered.Trust me go.I spun and caught the door before it closed, darting out of the infirmary. I could feel Edward right behind me.You actually listened to me. He was stunned.I beliefed the blood, I said, wrinkling my nose. Lee wasnt sick from watching other people, like me.People cant smell blood, he contradicted.Well, I can thats what makes me sick. It smells like rust and salt.He was staring at me with an unfathomable expression.What? I asked.Its nothing.Mike came through the door then, glancing from me to Edward. The look he gave Edward confirmed what Edward had said about loathing. He looked back at me, his eyes glum.You look better, he accused.Just keep your hand in your pocket, I warned him again.Its not ble eding anymore, he muttered. Are you going back to class?Are you kidding? Id just have to turn around and come back.Yeah, I guess So are you going this weekend? To the beach? while he spoke, he flashed another glare toward Edward, who was standing against the cluttered counter, motionless as a sculpture, staring off into space.I tried to sound as friendly as possible. Sure, I said I was in.Were meeting at my dads store, at ten. His eyes flickered to Edward again, wondering if he was giving out too much information. His body language made it clear that it wasnt an open invitation.Ill be there, I promised.Ill see you in Gym, then, he said, moving uncertainly toward the door.See you, I replied. He looked at me once more, his round face slightly pouting, and then as he walked slowly through the door, his shoulders slumped. A swell of sympathy washed over me. I pondered seeing his disappointed face again in Gym.Gym, I groaned.I can take care of that. I hadnt noticed Edward moving to my s ide, but he spoke now in my ear. Go sit down and look pale, he muttered.That wasnt a challenge I was always pale, and my recent choke had left a light sheen of sweat on my face. I sat in one of the creaky folding chairs and rested my head against the wall with my eyes closed. Fainting spells always exhausted me.I heard Edward speaking softly at the counter.Ms. Cope?Yes? I hadnt heard her return to her desk.Bella has Gym next hour, and I dont think she feels well enough.Actually, I was thinking I should take her home now. Do you think you could palliate her from class? His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.Do you need to be excused, too, Edward? Ms. Cope fluttered. Why couldnt I do that?No, I have Mrs. Goff, she wont mind.Okay, its all taken care of. You feel better, Bella, she called to me. I nodded weakly, hamming it up just a bit.Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again? With his back to the receptionist, his exp ression became sarcastic.Ill walk.I stood carefully, and I was still fine. He held the door for me, his smile polite but his eyes mocking. I walked out into the cold, fine mist that had just begun to fall. It felt nice the first time Id enjoyed the constant moisture fall out of the sky as it washed my face clean of the sticky perspiration.Thanks, I said as he followed me out. Its almost cost getting sick to miss Gym.Anytime. He was staring straight forward, squinting into the rain.So are you going? This Saturday, I mean? I was hoping he would, though it seemed unlikely. I couldnt picture him loading up to carpool with the rest of the kids from school he didnt belong in the same world. But just hoping that he might gave me the first twinge of enthusiasm Id felt for the outing.Where are you all going, exactly? He was still looking ahead, expressionless. chain reactor to La Push, to First Beach. I studied his face, trying to read it. His eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally.He gla nced down at me from the corner of his eye, smiling wryly. I really dont think I was invited.I sighed. I just invited you.Lets you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We dont want him to snap. His eyes danced he was enjoying the idea more than he should.Mike-schmike. I muttered, preoccupied by the way hed said you and I. I want it more than I should.We were near the parking lot now. I veered left, toward my truck. Something caught my jacket, yanking me back.Where do you think youre going? he asked, outraged. He was gripping a fistful of my jacket in one hand.I was confused. Im going home.Didnt you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think Im going to let you drive in your condition? His voice was still indignant.What condition? And what about my truck? I complained.Ill have Alice drop it off after school. He was towing me toward his car now, pulling me by my jacket. It was all I could do to keep from falling backward. Hed probably just drag me along anyway i f I did.Let go I insisted. He ignored me. I staggered along sideways across the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo. Then he finally freed me I stumbled against the passenger door.You are so pushy I grumbled.Its open, was all he responded. He got in the drivers side.I am perfectly capable of driving myself home I stood by the car, fuming. It was raining harder now, and Id never put my hood up, so my hair was dripping down my back.He lowered the automatic windowpane and leaned toward me across the seat. Get in, Bella.I didnt answer. I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching the truck before he could catch me. I had to admit, they werent good.Ill just drag you back, he threatened, guessing my plan.I tried to maintain what self-worth I could as I got into his car. I wasnt very successful I looked like a half-drowned cat and my boots squeaked.This is completely unnecessary, I said stiffly.He didnt answer. He fiddled with the controls, turning the heater up and the music d own. As he pulled out of the parking lot, I was preparing to give him the silent treatment my face in full pout mode but then I recognized the music playing, and my curiosity got the better of my intentions.Clair de Lune? I asked, surprised.You know Debussy? He sounded surprised, too.Not well, I admitted. My mother plays a lot of classical music around the house I only know my favorites.Its one of my favorites, too. He stared out through the rain, lost in thought.I listened to the music, relaxing against the light gray leather seat. It was impossible not to respond to the familiar, soothing melody. The rain blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges. I began to realize we were driving very fast the car moved so steadily, so evenly, though, I didnt feel the speed. Only the town flashing by gave it away.What is your mother like? he asked me suddenly.I glanced over to see him studying me with curious eyes.She looks a lot like me, but shes prettier, I said. He raised his eyebrows. I have too much Charlie in me. Shes more outgoing than I am, and braver. Shes irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and shes a very unpredictable cook. Shes my best friend. I stopped. Talking about her was making me depressed.How old are you, Bella? His voice sounded frustrated for some reason I couldnt imagine. Hed stopped the car, and I realized we were at Charlies house already. The rain was so heavy that I could just now see the house at all. It was like the car was submerged under a river.Im seventeen, I responded, a little confused.You dont seem seventeen.His tone was reproachful it made me laugh.What? he asked, curious again.My mom always says I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged every year. I laughed, and then sighed. Well, someone has to be the adult. I paused for a second. You dont seem much like a minor(postnominal) in high school yourself, I noted.He made a face and changed the subject.So why did your mother marry Phil?I was surprised he would remember the name Id mentioned it just once, almost both months ago. It took me a moment to answer.My mother shes very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, shes crazy about him. I shook my head. The eviscerateion was a mystery to me.Do you enjoy? he asked.Does it matter? I countered. I want her to be happy and he is who she wants.Thats very lavish I wonder, he mused.What?Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your survival was? He was suddenly intent, his eyes searching mine.I-I think so, I stuttered. But shes the parent, after all. Its a little bit different.No one too scary then, he teased.I grinned in response. What do you mean by scary? Multiple facial piercings and extensive tattoos?Thats one definition, I suppose.Whats your definition?But he ignored my question and asked me another. Do you think that I could be scary? He raised one eyebrow, and the faint trace of a smile lightened his face.I thought for a moment, wondering whether the truth or a lie would go over better. I decided to go with the truth. Hmmm I think you could be, if you valued to.Are you frightened of me now? The smile vanished, and his heavenly face was suddenly serious.No. But I answered too quickly. The smile returned.So, now are you going to tell me about your family? I asked to distract him. Its got to be a much more interesting story than mine.He was instantly cautious. What do you want to know?The Cullens adopted you? I verified.Yes.I hesitated for a moment. What happened to your parents?They died many years ago. His tone was matter-of-fact.Im sorry, I mumbled.I dont really remember them that clearly. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for a long time now.And you love them. It wasnt a question. It was obvious in the way he spoke of them.Yes. He smiled. I couldnt imagine two better people.Youre very lucky.I know I am.And your brother and sister?He glanced at the clock on the dashbo ard.My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are going to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me.Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go. I didnt want to get out of the car.And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home, so you dont have to tell him about the Biology incident. He grinned at me.Im sure hes already heard. There are no secrets in Forks. I sighed.He laughed, and there was an edge to his laughter. ware fun at the beach good weather for sunbathing. He glanced out at the sheeting rain.Wont I see you tomorrow?No. Emmett and I are starting the weekend early.What are you going to do? A friend could ask that, right? I hoped the disappointment wasnt too apparent in my voice.Were going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainier.I remembered Charlie had said the Cullens went camping frequently.Oh, well, have fun. I tried to sound enthusiastic. I dont think I fooled him, though. A smile was playing a round the edges of his lips. exit you do something for me this weekend? He turned to look me straight in the face, utilizing the full power of his tan gold eyes.I nodded helplessly.Dont be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So try not to fall into the ocean or get tally over or anything, all right? He smiled crookedly.The helplessness had faded as he spoke. I glared at him.Ill see what I can do, I snapped as I jumped out into the rain. I slammed the door behind me with excessive force.He was still smiling as he drove away.