3 eclipse月食-第13部分

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your　call　interrupted　Charlie　telling　me　that　you’d　called。”　
　“Oh。　Sorry。”　
　“Sure。　Now；　why　are　you　harassing　Charlie？”　
　“I　need　to　talk　to　you。”　
　“Yeah；　I　figured　out　that　part　all　by　myself。　Go　ahead。”　
　There　was　a　short　pause。　
　“You　going　to　school　tomorrow？”　
　I　frowned　to　myself；　unable　to　make　sense　of　this　question。　“Of　course　I　am。　Why　wouldn’t　I？”　
　“I　dunno。　Just　curious。”　
　Another　pause。　
　“So　what　did　you　want　to　talk　about；　Jake？”　
　He　hesitated。　“Nothing　really；　I　guess。　I　。　。　。　wanted　to　hear　your　voice。”　
　“Yeah；　I　know。　I’m　so　glad　you　called　me；　Jake。　I　。　。　。”　But　I　didn’t　know　what　more　to　say。　I　wanted　to　
tell　him　I　was　on　my　way　to　La　Push　right　now。　And　I　couldn’t　tell　him　that。　
　“I　have　to　go；”　he　said　abruptly。　
　“What？”　
　“I’ll　talk　to　you　soon；　okay？”　
　“But　Jake　—”　
　He　was　already　gone。　I　listened　to　the　dial　tone　with　disbelief。　
　“That　was　short；”　I　muttered。　
　“Is　everything　all　right？”　Edward　asked。　His　voice　was　low　and　careful。　
　I　turned　slowly　to　face　him。　His　expression　was　perfectly　smooth　—　impossible　to　read。　
　“I　don’t　know。　I　wonder　what　that　was　about。”　It　didn’t　make　sense　that　Jacob　had　been　hounding　
Charlie　all　day　just　to　ask　me　if　I　was　going　to　school。　And　if　he’d　wanted　to　hear　my　voice；　then　why　did　he　
hang　up　so　quickly？　
　“Your　guess　is　probably　better　than　mine；”　Edward　said；　the　hint　of　a　smiletugging　at　the　corner　of　his　

mouth。　
　“Mmm；”　I　murmured。　That　was　true。　I　knew　Jake　inside　and　out。　It　shouldn’t　be　that　plicated　to　figure　
out　his　motivations。　
　With　my　thoughts　miles　away　—　about　fifteen　miles　away；　up　the　road　to　La　Push　—　I　started　bing　
through　the　fridge；　assembling　ingredients　for　Charlie’s　dinner。　Edward　leaned　against　the　counter；　and　I　was　
distantly　aware　that　his　eyes　were　on　my　face；　but　too　preoccupied　to　worry　about　what　he　saw　there。　
　The　school　thing　seemed　like　the　key　to　me。　That　was　the　only　real　question　Jake　had　asked。　And　he　had　
to　be　after　an　answer　to　something；　or　he　wouldn’t　have　been　bugging　Charlie　so　persistently。　
　Why　would　my　attendance　record　matter　to　him；　though？　
　I　tried　to　think　about　it　in　a　logical　way。　So；　if　I　hadn’t　been　going　to　school　tomorrow；　what　would　be　the　
problem　with　that；　from　Jacob’s　perspective？　Charlie　had　given　me　a　little　grief　about　missing　a　day　of　school　
so　close　to　finals；　but　I’d　convinced　him　that　one　Friday　wasn’t　going　to　derail　my　studies。　Jake　would　hardly　
care　about　that。　
　My　brain　refused　to　e　up　with　any　brilliant　insights。　Maybe　I　was　missing　some　vital　piece　of　
information。　
　What　could　have　changed　in　the　past　three　days　that　was　so　important　that　Jacob　would　break　his　long　
streak　of　refusing　to　answer　my　phone　calls　and　contact　me？　What　difference　could　three　days　make？　
　I　froze　in　the　middle　of　the　kitchen。　The　package　of　icy　hamburger　in　my　hands　slipped　through　my　numb　
fingers。　It　took　me　a　slow　second　to　miss　the　thud　it　should　have　made　against　the　floor。　
　Edward　had　caught　it　and　thrown　it　onto　the　counter。　His　arms　were　already　around　me；　his　lips　at　my　ear。　
　“What’s　wrong？”　
　I　shook　my　head；　dazed。　
　Three　days　could　change　everything。　
　Hadn’t　I　just　been　thinking　about　how　impossible　college　was？　How　I　couldn’t　be　anywhere　near　people　
after　I’d　gone　through　the　painful　threeday　conversion　that　would　set　me　free　from　mortality；　so　that　I　could　
spend　eternity　with　Edward？　The　conversion　that　would　make　me　forever　a　prisoner　to　my　own　thirst。　。　。　。　
　Had　Charlie　told　Billy　that　I’d　vanished　for　three　days？　Had　Billy　jumped　to　conclusions？　Had　Jacob　
really　been　asking　me　if　I　was　still　human？　Making　sure　that　the　werewolves’　treaty　was　unbroken　—　that　
none　of　the　Cullens　had　dared　to　bite　a　human　。　。　。　bite；　not　kill　。　。　。　？　
　But　did　he　honestly　think　I　would　e　home　to　Charlie　if　that　was　the　case？　
　Edward　shook　me。　“Bella？”　he　asked；　truly　anxious　now。　
　“I　think　。　。　。　I　think　he　was　checking；”　I　mumbled。　“Checking　to　make　sure。　That　I’m　human；　I　mean。”　
　Edward　stiffened；　and　a　low　hiss　sounded　in　my　ear。　
　“We’ll　have　to　leave；”　I　whispered。　“Before。　So　that　it　doesn’t　break　the　treaty。　We　won’t　ever　be　able　to　
e　back。”　
　His　arms　tightened　around　me。　“I　know。”　
　“Ahem。”　Charlie　cleared　his　voice　loudly　behind　us。　
　I　jumped；　and　then　pulled　free　of　Edward’s　arms；　my　face　getting　hot。　Edward　leaned　back　against　the　
counter。　His　eyes　were　tight。　I　could　see　worry　in　them；　and　anger。　
　“If　you　don’t　want　to　make　dinner；　I　can　call　for　a　pizza；”　Charlie　hinted。　
　“No；　that’s　okay；　I’m　already　started。”　
　“Okay；”　Charlie　said。　He　propped　himself　against　the　doorframe；　folding　his　arms。　
　I　sighed　and　got　to　work；　trying　to　ignore　my　audience。　


“If　I　asked　you　to　do　something；　would　you　trust　me？”　Edward　asked；　an　edge　to　his　soft　voice。　
　We　were　almost　to　school。　Edward　had　been　relaxed　and　joking　just　a　moment　ago；　and　now　suddenly　
his　hands　were　clenched　tight　on　the　steering　wheel；　his　knuckles　straining　in　an　effort　not　to　snap　it　into　pieces。　
　I　stared　at　his　anxious　expression　—　his　eyes　were　far　away；　like　he　was　listening　to　distant　voices。　
　My　pulse　sped　in　response　to　his　stress；　but　I　answered　carefully。　“That　depends。”　
　We　pulled　into　the　school　lot。　
　“I　was　afraid　you　would　say　that。”　
　“What　do　you　want　me　to　do；　Edward？”　

“I　want　you　to　stay　in　the　car。”　He　pulled　into　his　usual　spot　and　turned　the　engine　off　as　he　spoke。　“I　want　
you　to　wait　here　until　I　e　back　for　you。”　
“But　。　。　。　why？”　
That　was　when　I　saw　him。　He　would　have　been　hard　to　miss；　towering　over　the　students　the　way　he　did；　
even　if　he　hadn’t　been　leaning　against　his　black　motorcycle；　parked　illegally　on　the　sidewalk。　
“Oh。”　
Jacob’s　face　was　a　calm　mask　that　I　recognized　well。　It　was　the　face　he　used　when　he　was　determined　to　
keep　his　emotions　in　check；　to　keep　himself　under　control。　It　made　him　look　like　Sam；　the　oldest　of　the　
wolves；　the　leader　of　the　Quileute　pack。　But　Jacob　could　never　quite　manage　the　perfect　serenity　Sam　always　
exuded。　
I’d　forgotten　how　much　this　face　bothered　me。　Though　I’d　gotten　to　know　Sam　pretty　well　before　the　
Cullens　had　e　back　—　to　like　him；　even　—　I’d　never　been　able　to　pletely　shake　the　resentment　I　felt　
when　Jacob　mimicked　Sam’s　expression。　It　was　a　stranger’s　face。　He　wasn’t　my　Jacob　when　he　wore　it。　
“You　jumped　to　the　wrong　conclusion　last　night；”　Edward　murmured。　“He　asked　about　school　because　he　
knew　that　I　would　be　where　you　were。　He　was　looking　for　a　safe　place　to　talk　to　me。　A　place　with　witnesses。”　
So　I’d　misinterpreted　Jacob’s　motives　last　night。　Missing　information；　that　was　the　problem。　Information　
like　why　in　the　world　Jacob　would　want　to　talk　to　Edward。　
“I’m　not　staying　in　the　car；”　I　said。　
Edward　groaned　quietly。　“Of　course　not。　Well；　let’s　get　this　over　with。”　
Jacob’s　face　hardened　as　we　walked　toward　him；　hand　in　hand。　
I　noticed　other　faces；　too　—　the　faces　of　my　classmates。　I　noticed　how　their　eyes　widened　as　they　took　in　
all　six　foot　seven　inches　of　Jacob’s　long　body；　muscled　up　the　way　no　normal　sixteenandahalfyearold　ever　
had　been。　I　saw　those　eyes　rake　over　his　tight　black　tshirt　—　shortsleeved；　though　the　day　was　
unseasonably　cool　—　his　ragged；　greasesmeared　jeans；　and　the　glossy　black　bike　he　leaned　against。　Their　
eyes　didn’t　linger　on　his　face　—　something　about　his　expression　had　them　glancing　quickly　away。　And　I　
noticed　the　wide　berth　everyone　gave　him；　the　bubble　of　space　that　no　one　dared　to　encroach　on。　
With　a　sense　of　astonishment；　I　realized　that　Jacob　looked　dangerous　to　them。　How　odd。　
Edward　stopped　a　few　yards　away　from　Jacob；　and　I　could　tell　that　he　was　unfortable　having　me　so　
close　to　a　werewolf。　He　drew　his　hand　back　slightly；　pulling　me　halfway　behind　his　body。　
“You　could　have　called　us；”　Edward　said　in　a　steelhard　voice。　
“Sorry；”　Jacob　answered；　his　face　twisting　into　a　sneer。　“I　don’t　have　any　leeches　on　my　speed　dial。”　
“You　could　have　reached　me　at　Bella’s　house；　of　course。”　
Jacob’s　jaw　flexed；　and　his　brow