Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

I watched her, waiting.
She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed.
I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

If he'd done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.

She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.”
She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.”
I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.