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

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.

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.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

They wouldn't let me play; only Alice would play games with me anymore.