“It’s probably for the best. We still have fifteen minutes of that wretched movie left to endure in Biology—I don’t think I could take any more.”
I guessed that this was true—that I would not have been able to endure. That I would have made more mistakes.
She smiled back, and it was obvious that she understood at least part of what I meant.
Then she jumped slightly in her seat, startled.
I heard Alice step up behind me. I was not surprised. I’d seen this part before.
“Alice,” I greeted her.
Her excited smile was reflected in Bella’s eyes.
“Edward,” she responded, copying my tone.
I followed my script.
“Alice, Bella,” I said, introducing them as concisely as possible. I kept my eyes on Bella and gestured halfheartedly with one hand. “Bella, Alice.”
“Hello, Bella. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
The emphasis was subtle, but annoying. I shot her a quick glare.
“Hi, Alice,” Bella answered, her voice unsure.
I won’t push my luck, Alice promised. “Are you ready?” she asked me aloud.
As if she didn’t know my answer. “Nearly. I’ll meet you at the car.”
I’ll get out of your way now. Thanks.
Bella stared after Alice, a small frown curving her lips downward. When Alice disappeared through the doors, she turned slowly to face me.
“Should I say ‘Have fun,’ or is that the wrong sentiment?” she asked.
I smiled at her. “No, ‘Have fun’ works as well as anything.”
“Have fun, then,” she said, a little forlorn.
“I’ll try.” But that wasn’t true. I would only be missing her while I was away. “And you try to be safe, please.” It didn’t matter how often I had to say goodbye, the same panic returned whenever I thought of her unprotected.
“Safe in Forks,” she mumbled. “What a challenge.”
“For you it is a challenge,” I pointed out. “Promise?”
She sighed, but her smile was good-humored. “I promise to try to be safe,” she said. “I’ll do the laundry tonight—that ought to be fraught with peril.”
I didn’t enjoy the reminder of the earlier part of our conversation. “Don’t fall in.”
She tried to keep her face serious, and failed. “I’ll do my best.”
It was so hard to leave. I made myself stand. She rose to her feet, too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she sighed.
“It seems like a long time to you, doesn’t it?” Strange what a long time it seemed to me, too.
She nodded, dejected.
“I’ll be there in the morning,” I promised.
Alice was right about this much—I wasn’t finished making mistakes. I couldn’t stop myself again as I leaned across the table and brushed my fingers along her cheekbone. Before I could do any more harm, I turned and left her there.
Alice was waiting in the car.
“Alice—”
First things first. We have an errand to run, don’t we?
Pictures of Bella’s house flashed through her mind. An empty set of hooks—designed to hold keys—on the kitchen wall. Me in Bella’s room, scanning her dresser top and desk. Alice literally following her nose through the front room. Alice again, in a small laundry room, grinning, with a key in her hand.
I drove quickly to Bella’s. I would have been able to find the key myself—the smell of metal was easy enough to trace, particularly metal painted with the oils from her fingers—but Alice’s way was definitely faster.
The images refined. Alice would go in alone, I saw, through the front door. She decided a dozen different places to look for an extra house key, then located it when she resolved to check under the eaves over the front door.
When we arrived at the house, it took Alice only seconds to follow the course she’d already set for herself. After locking the front door’s handle but leaving the deadbolt unlatched as she’d found it, Alice climbed into Bella’s truck. The engine grumbled to life with the volume of a thunderclap. There was no one home to notice it now.
The trip back to school was slower, hampered by the maximum speed the old Chevy was able to produce. I wondered how Bella could stand it, but then she seemed to prefer driving slowly. Alice parked in the space my Volvo had left open, and shut the noisy engine off.
I looked at the rusty behemoth, imagining Bella in it. It had survived Tyler’s van with barely a scratch, but obviously there were no airbags or crumple zones. I felt my eyebrows pull together.
Alice climbed into my passenger seat.
Here, she thought. She held out a piece of stationery and a pen.
I took them from her. “I’ll concede that you’re useful.”
You couldn’t survive without me.
I wrote a brief note,