When I opened my eyes in the morning, something was different.
It was the light. It was still the gray-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but
it was clearer somehow. I realized there was no fog veiling my window.
I jumped up to look outside, and then groaned in horror.
A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and whitened
the road. But that wasn't the worst part. All the rain from yesterday had frozen
solid — coating the needles on the trees in fantastic, gorgeous patterns, and
making the driveway a deadly ice slick. I had enough trouble not falling down
when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.
Charlie had left for work before I got downstairs. In a lot of ways, living with
Charlie was like having my own place, and I found myself reveling in the
aloneness instead of being lonely.
I threw down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice from the carton. I felt
excited to go to school, and that scared me. I knew it wasn't the stimulating
learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. If I
was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I
would see Edward Cullen. And that was very, very stupid.
I should be avoiding him entirely after my brainless and embarrassing babbling
yesterday. And I was suspicious of him; why should he lie about his eyes? I was
still frightened of the hostility I sometimes felt emanating from him, and I was
still tongue-tied whenever I pictured his perfect face. I was well aware that my
league and his league were spheres that did not touch. So I shouldn't be at all
anxious to see him today.
It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway
alive. I almost lost my balance when I finally got to the truck, but I managed to
cling to the side mirror and save myself. Clearly, today was going to be
Driving to school, I distracted myself from my fear of falling and my unwanted
speculations about Edward Cullen by thinking about Mike and Eric, and the
obvious difference in how teenage boys responded to me here. I was sure I
looked exactly the same as I had in Phoenix. Maybe it was just that the boys
back home had watched me pass slowly through all the awkward phases of
adolescence and still thought of me that way. Perhaps it was because I was a
novelty here, where novelties were few and far between. Possibly my crippling
clumsiness was seen as endearing rather than pathetic, casting me as a damsel in
distress. Whatever the reason, Mike's puppy dog behavior and Eric's apparent
rivalry with him were disconcerting. I wasn't sure if I didn't prefer being ignored.
My truck seemed to have no problem with the black ice that covered the roads. I
drove very slowly, though, not wanting to carve a path of destruction through
When I got out of my truck at school, I saw why I'd had so little trouble.
Something silver caught my eye, and I walked to the back of the truck —
carefully holding the side for support — to examine my tires. There were thin
chains crisscrossed in diamond shapes around them. Charlie had gotten up who
knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I
wasn't used to being taken care of, and Charlie's unspoken concern caught me by
I was standing by the back corner of the truck, struggling to fight back the
sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd
It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked
I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the
way it does in the movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain
work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.
Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror.
His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. But
of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires
locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the
parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing
between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes.
Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed,
something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting. My head
cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me
to the ground. I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to.
But I didn't have a chance to notice anything else, because the van was still
coming. It had curled gratingly around the end of the truck and, still spinning
and sliding, was about to collide with me again.
A low oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was
impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front
of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands
fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.
Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the
body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like
a rag doll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my
ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt — exactly where, a
second ago, my legs had been.
It was absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming began. In the
abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more
clearly than all the yelling, I could hear Edward Cullen's low, frantic voice in my
"Bella? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." My voice sounded strange. I tried to sit up, and realized he was
holding me against the side of his body in an iron grasp.
"Be careful," he warned as I struggled. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."
I became aware of a throbbing ache centered above my left ear.
"Ow," I said, surprised.
"That's what I thought." His voice, amazingly, sounded like he was suppressing
"How in the…" I trailed off, trying to clear my head, get my bearings. "How did
you get over here so fast?"
"I was standing right next to you, Bella," he said, his tone serious again.
I turned to sit up, and this time he let me, releasing his hold around my waist and
sliding as far from me as he could in the limited space. I looked at his concerned,
innocent expression and was disoriented again by the force of his gold-colored
eyes. What was I asking him?
And then they found us, a crowd of people with tears streaming down their
faces, shouting at each other, shouting at us.
"Don't move," someone instructed.
"Get Tyler out of the van!" someone else shouted.
There was a flurry of activity around us. I tried to get up, but Edward's cold hand
pushed my shoulder down.
"Just stay put for now."
"But it's cold," I complained. It surprised me when he chuckled under his breath.
There was an edge to the sound.
"You were over there," I suddenly remembered, and his chuckle stopped short.
"You were by your car."
His expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't."
"I saw you." All around us was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adults
arriving on the scene. But I obstinately held on to our argument; I was right, and
he was going to admit it.
"Bella, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way." He unleashed
the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate
"No." I set my jaw.
The gold in his eyes blazed. "Please, Bella."
"Why?" I demanded.
"Trust me," he pleaded, his soft voice overwhelming.
I could hear the sirens now. "Will you promise to explain everything to me
"Fine," he snapped, abruptly exasperated.
"Fine," I repeated angrily.
It took six EMTs and two teachers — Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp — to shift
the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Edward vehemently
refused his, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told them I'd hit my head
and probably had a concussion. I almost died of humiliation when they put on
the neck brace. It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as
they loaded me in the back of the ambulance. Edward got to ride in the front. It
To make matters worse, Chief Swan arrived before they could get me safely
"Bella!" he yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.
"I'm completely fine, Char — Dad," I sighed. "There's nothing wrong with me."
He turned to the closest EMT for a second opinion. I tuned him out to consider
the jumble of inexplicable images churning chaotically in my head. When they'd
lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car's bumper — a
very distinct dent that fit the contours of Edward's shoulders… as if he had
braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame…
And then there was his family, looking on from the distance, with expressions
that ranged from disapproval to fury but held no hint of concern for their
I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen — a
solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane.
Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital. I felt
ridiculous the whole time they were unloading me. What made it worse was that
Edward simply glided through the hospital doors under his own power. I ground
my teeth together.
They put me in the emergency room, a long room with a line of beds separated
by pastel-patterned curtains. A nurse put a pressure cuff on my arm and a
thermometer under my tongue. Since no one bothered pulling the curtain around
to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to wear the stupid-looking
neck brace anymore. When the nurse walked away, I quickly unfastened the
Velcro and threw it under the bed.
There was another flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought to the
bed next to me. I recognized Tyler Crowley from my Government class beneath
the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Tyler looked a
hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring anxiously at me.
"Bella, I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine, Tyler — you look awful, are you all right?" As we spoke, nurses began
unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his
forehead and left cheek.
He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit
the ice wrong…" He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his face.
"Don't worry about it; you missed me."
"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were
"Umm… Edward pulled me out of the way."
He looked confused. "Who?"
"Edward Cullen — he was standing next to me." I'd always been a terrible liar; I
didn't sound convincing at all.
"Cullen? I didn't see him… wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"
"I think so. He's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a stretcher."
I knew I wasn't crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain away
what I'd seen.
They wheeled me away then, to X-ray my head. I told them there was nothing
wrong, and I was right. Not even a concussion. I asked if I could leave, but the
nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was trapped in the ER, waiting,
harassed by Tyler's constant apologies and promises to make it up to me. No
matter how many times I tried to convince him I was fine, he continued to
torment himself. Finally, I closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a
"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open.
Edward was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him. It wasn't
easy — it would have been more natural to ogle.
"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry —" Tyler began.
Edward lifted a hand to stop him.
"No blood, no foul," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth. He moved to sit on the
edge of Tyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.
"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.
"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I complained.
"How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"
"It's all about who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring
Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young,
he was blond… and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. He was
pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie's
description, this had to be Edward's father.
"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you
"I'm fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.
He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and turned it on.
"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it
"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Edward.
The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when I
"Tender?" he asked.
"Not really." I'd had worse.
I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward's patronizing smile. My eyes
"Well, your father is in the waiting room — you can go home with him now. But
come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."
"Can't I go back to school?" I asked, imagining Charlie trying to be attentive.
"Maybe you should take it easy today."
I glanced at Edward. "Does he get to go to school?"
"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Edward said smugly.
"Actually," Dr. Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting
"Oh no," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.
Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"
"No, no!" I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and hopping
down quickly. Too quickly — I staggered, and Dr. Cullen caught me. He looked
"I'm fine," I assured him again. No need to tell him my balance problems had
nothing to do with hitting my head.
"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested as he steadied me.
"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted.
"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen said, smiling as he signed
my chart with a flourish.
"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," I amended with a hard
glance at the subject of my statement.
"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in front of
him. Then he looked away, at Tyler, and walked to the next bed. My intuition
flickered; the doctor was in on it.
"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer," he said to
Tyler, and began checking his cuts.
As soon as the doctor's back was turned, I moved to Edward's side.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I hissed under my breath. He took a step back
from me, his jaw suddenly clenched.
"Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.
I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Tyler.
"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.
He glared, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I nearly had
to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, he spun
around to face me.
"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.
His unfriendliness intimidated me. My words came out with less severity than I'd
intended. "You owe me an explanation," I reminded him.
"I saved your life — I don't owe you anything."
I flinched back from the resentment in his voice. "You promised."
"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone
My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing wrong
with my head."
He glared back. "What do you want from me, Bella?"
"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."
"What do you think happened?" he snapped.
It came out in a rush.
"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me — Tyler didn't see you, either,
so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both —
and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it — and you left a dent in
the other car, and you're not hurt at all — and the van should have smashed my
legs, but you were holding it up…" I could hear how crazy it sounded, and I
couldn't continue. I was so mad I could feel the tears coming; I tried to force
them back by grinding my teeth together.
He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.
"You think I lifted a van off you?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it only
made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.
I merely nodded once, jaw tight.
"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of derision now.
"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling
Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"
"It matters to me," I insisted. "I don't like to lie — so there'd better be a good
reason why I'm doing it."
"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"
"Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant.
"You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment."
We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep
myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It
was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.
"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.
He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly
"I don't know," he whispered.
And then he turned his back on me and walked away.
I was so angry, it took me a few minutes until I could move. When I could walk,
I made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.
The waiting room was more unpleasant than I'd feared. It seemed like every face
I knew in Forks was there, staring at me. Charlie rushed to my side; I put up my
"There's nothing wrong with me," I assured him sullenly. I was still aggravated,
not in the mood for chitchat.
"What did the doctor say?"
"Dr. Cullen saw me, and he said I was fine and I could go home." I sighed. Mike
and Jessica and Eric were all there, beginning to converge on us. "Let's go," I
Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and led me to the
glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to convey that
they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief— the first time I'd ever
felt that way — to get into the cruiser.
We drove in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew
Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behavior in the hall
was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed.
When we got to the house, Charlie finally spoke.
"Um… you'll need to call Renée." He hung his head, guilty.
I was appalled. "You told Mom!"
I slammed the cruiser's door a little harder than necessary on my way out.
My mom was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine at least thirty
times before she would calm down. She begged me to come home — forgetting
the fact that home was empty at the moment — but her pleas were easier to resist
than I would have thought. 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
I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Charlie continued to watch
me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my way to grab
three Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the pain eased, I drifted
That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.
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