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Mr
.
Banner
signed
my
slip
and
handed
me
a
book
with
no
nonsense
about
introductions
.
I
could
tell
we
were
going
to
get
along
.
Of
course
,
he
had
no
choice
but
to
send
me
to
the
one
open
seat
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
I
kept
my
eyes
down
as
I
went
to
sit
by
him
,
bewildered
by
the
antagonistic
stare
he
’
d
given
me
.
I
didn
’
t
look
up
as
I
set
my
book
on
the
table
and
took
my
seat
,
but
I
saw
his
posture
change
from
the
corner
of
my
eye
.
He
was
leaning
away
from
me
,
sitting
on
the
extreme
edge
of
his
chair
and
averting
his
face
like
he
smelled
something
bad
.
Inconspicuously
,
I
sniffed
my
hair
.
It
smelled
like
strawberries
,
the
scent
of
my
favorite
shampoo
.
It
seemed
an
innocent
enough
odor
.
I
let
my
hair
fall
over
my
right
shoulder
,
making
a
dark
curtain
between
us
,
and
tried
to
pay
attention
to
the
teacher
.
Unfortunately
the
lecture
was
on
cellular
anatomy
,
something
I
’
d
already
studied
.
I
took
notes
carefully
anyway
,
always
looking
down
.
I
couldn
’
t
stop
myself
from
peeking
occasionally
through
the
screen
of
my
hair
at
the
strange
boy
next
to
me
.
During
the
whole
class
,
he
never
relaxed
his
stiff
position
on
the
edge
of
his
chair
,
sitting
as
far
from
me
as
possible
.
I
could
see
his
hand
on
his
left
leg
was
clenched
into
a
fist
,
tendons
standing
out
under
his
pale
skin
.
This
,
too
,
he
never
relaxed
.
He
had
the
long
sleeves
of
his
white
shirt
pushed
up
to
his
elbows
,
and
his
forearm
was
surprisingly
hard
and
muscular
beneath
his
light
skin
.
He
wasn
’
t
nearly
as
slight
as
he
’
d
looked
next
to
his
burly
brother
.
The
class
seemed
to
drag
on
longer
than
the
others
.
Was
it
because
the
day
was
finally
coming
to
a
close
,
or
because
I
was
waiting
for
his
tight
fist
to
loosen
?
It
never
did
;
he
continued
to
sit
so
still
it
looked
like
he
wasn
’
t
breathing
.
What
was
wrong
with
him
?
Was
this
his
normal
behavior
?
I
questioned
my
judgment
on
Jessica
’
s
bitterness
at
lunch
today
.
Maybe
she
was
not
as
resentful
as
I
’
d
thought
.
It
couldn
’
t
have
anything
to
do
with
me
.
He
didn
’
t
know
me
from
Eve
.
I
peeked
up
at
him
one
more
time
,
and
regretted
it
.
He
was
glaring
down
at
me
again
,
his
black
eyes
full
of
revulsion
.
As
I
flinched
away
from
him
,
shrinking
against
my
chair
,
the
phrase
if
looks
could
kill
suddenly
ran
through
my
mind
.
At
that
moment
,
the
bell
rang
loudly
,
making
me
jump
,
and
Edward
Cullen
was
out
of
his
seat
.
Fluidly
he
rose
-
he
was
much
taller
than
I
’
d
thought
-
his
back
to
me
,
and
he
was
out
the
door
before
anyone
else
was
out
of
their
seat
.
I
sat
frozen
in
my
seat
,
staring
blankly
after
him
.
He
was
so
mean
.
It
wasn
’
t
fair
.
