Let Bella consider that. I held back my laugh as shock crossed her face.
I turned quickly, before she could ask for any more answers. I had a difficult time not giving her whatever she asked for. And I wanted to hear her thoughts, not mine.
"I'll see you at lunch," I called back to her over my shoulder, an excuse to check that she was still staring after me, wide-eyed. Her mouth was hanging open. I turned away again, and laughed.
Jacob was laughing too. It was definitely better hearing the annoyance in Bella's voice as she read this.
As I paced away, I was vaguely aware of the shocked and speculative thoughts that swirled around me - eyes bouncing back and forth between Bella's face and my retreating figure. I paid them little attention. I couldn't concentrate. It was hard enough to keep my feet moving at an acceptable speed as I crossed the soggy grass to my next class. I wanted to run - really run, so fast that I would disappear, so fast that it would feel like I was flying. Part of me was flying already.
I put the jacket on when I got to class, letting her fragrance swim thick around me.
I would burn now - let the scent desensitize me - and then it would be easier to ignore it later, when I was with her again at lunch...
"Hmm..." Bella said, "maybe I should wear his jacket more often then... if it would help him."
It was a good thing that my teachers no longer bothered to call on me. Today might have been the day that they would have caught me out, unprepared and answerless.
"I wouldn't call that a good thing," Jacob pouted.
My mind was in so many places this morning; only my body was in the classroom.
Of course I was watching Bella. That was becoming natural - as automatic as breathing. I heard her conversation with a demoralized Mike Newton. She quickly directed the conversation to Jessica, and I grinned so wide that Rob Sawyer, who sat at the desk to my right, flinched visibly and slid deeper into his seat, away from me.
Ugh. Creepy.
Well, I hadn't lost it entirely.
"And you want to be creepy?" Jacob said. "This guy is weird."
I was also monitoring Jessica loosely, watching her refine her questions for Bella.
I could barely wait for fourth period, ten times as eager and anxious as the curious human girl who wanted fresh gossip.
And I was also listening to Angela Weber.
I had not forgotten the gratitude I felt to her - for thinking nothing but kind things toward Bella in the first place, and then for her help last night. So I waited through the morning, looking for something that she wanted. I assumed it would be an easy; like any other human, there must be some bauble or toy she wanted particularly. Several, probably. I would deliver something anonymously and call us even...
"Would it really be that easy to please someone?" Bella asked, she couldn't really think of a 'thing' that would make her happy.
"Probably," Jacob said, thinking about the master cylinder that he needed for his car
But Angela proved almost as unaccommodating as Bella with her thoughts. She was oddly content for a teenager. Happy. Perhaps this was the reason for her unusual kindness - she was one of those rare people who had what they wanted and wanted what they had. If she wasn't paying attention to her teachers and her notes, she was thinking of the twin little brothers she was taking to the beach this weekend - anticipating their excitement with an almost maternal pleasure. She cared for them often, but was not resentful of this fact... It was very sweet.
Bella smiled, she was definitely going to have to make friends with this girl.
"Well, it looks like you're not so unique after all," Jacob said. "There are other humans out there that aren't selfish."
"I never thought I was unique," Bella shrugged.
But not really helpful to me.
There had to be something she wanted. I would just have to keep looking. But later. It was time for Bella's trig class with Jessica.
Bella grimaced and the annoyance was back in her voice now.
I wasn't watching where I was going as I made my way to English. Jessica was already in her seat, both her feet tapping impatiently against the floor as she waited for Bella to arrive.
Conversely, once I settled into my assigned seat in the classroom, I became utterly still. I had to remind myself to fidget now and then. To keep up the charade. It was difficult, my thoughts were so focused on Jessica's. I hoped she would pay attention, really try to read Bella's face for me.
Jessica's tapping intensified when Bella walked into the room.
She looks...glum. Why? Maybe there's nothing going on with Edward Cullen.
"That's not it," Jacob said chuckling. "I bet you're glum because you have to talk to her..."
"And I know that Edward will be listening," Bella added, her voice was even more annoyed than it was before."
That would be a disappointment. Except...then he's still available... If he's suddenly interested in dating, I don't mind helping out with that...