It's Not What You Are. It's What

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.

I Was Consumed By The Mystery Edward Presented. And More Than A Little Obsessed By Edward Himself. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I Wasn't As Eager To Escape Forks As I Should Be, As Any Normal, Sane Person Would Be.

I Grinned At Him, Feeling More Enthusiastic About My Plan Now That He Was On Board. Rosalie Was A Pain, But I Would Always Owe Her One For Choosing Emmett; No One Had A Better Brother Than Mine.

Woo!" Emmett Suddenly Boomed In His Deep Bass. "go Gators!" Jacob And Charlie Jumped. The Rest Of Us Froze. Charlie Recovered, Then Looked At Emmett Over His Shoulder. "florida Winning?" "just Scored The First Touchdown," Emmett Confirmed. He Shot A Look In My Direction, Wagging His Eyebrows Like A Villain In Vaudville. "'bout Time Somebody Scored Around Here.

You're Awfully Small To Be So Hugely Irritating.