暮光之城 04

暮光之城 04


“Have they always lived in Forks?” I asked. Surely I would have noticed them on one of my summers here.


“No,” she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a new arrival like me. “They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska.”


I felt a surge  洶湧of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief because I wasn’t the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard 標準.


As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet 沒有滿足的 expectation.


“Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?” I asked. I peeked at 偷看him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking 張口瞠視like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.


“That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous 帥氣, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently 明顯的 none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.” She sniffed 嗤之以鼻, a clear case of sour grapes 酸葡萄. I wondered when he’d turned her down 拒絕


I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted 提高, as if he were smiling, too. After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably  顯著graceful 優雅— even the big, brawny 肌肉結實 one. It was unsettling 心神不寧 to watch. The one named Edward didn’t look at me again.


I sat at the table with Jessica and her friends longer than I would have if I’d been sitting alone. I was anxious not to be late for class on my first day. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately 相當地 reminded me that her name was Angela, had Biology II with me the next hour. We walked to class together in silence. She was shy, too.


When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped 黑色桌面的 lab table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle 走道, I recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single open seat.


As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip 紙條 signed, I was watching him surreptitiously 秘密地. Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid 僵硬 in his seat. He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face — it was hostile 敵意, furious憤怒 . I looked away quickly, shocked, going red again.


I stumbled 絆住 over a book in the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table.


The girl sitting there giggled 傻笑.


I’d noticed that his eyes were black — coal black.


Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense 無聊的話 about introductions. I could tell we were going to get along 相處得好. Of course, he had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by him, bewildered 困窘 by the antagonistic 敵意的 stare 凝視he’d given me.


I didn’t look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I saw his posture 姿態 change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting 轉移 his face like he smelled something bad. Inconspicuously 不明顯地, I sniffed  嗅嗅 my hair. It smelled like strawberries 草莓, the scent of my favorite shampoo 洗髮精. It seemed an innocent enough odor 味道. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a dark curtain 簾幕 between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.


Unfortunately the lecture was on cellular 細胞 anatomy 解剖, something I’d already studied. I took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.I couldn’t stop myself from peeking 偷看 occasionally through the screen of my hair at the strange boy next to me.


During the whole class, he never relaxed his stiff 僵硬的 position on the edge of his chair, sitting as far from me as possible. I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched 緊握 into a fist 拳頭, tendons 手腱standing out under his pale skin. This, too, he never

relaxed. He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows 手肘, and his forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular 肌肉結實beneath his light 淡色skin. He wasn’t nearly as slight 微不足道as he’d looked next to his burly 魁梧的 brother.


The class seemed to drag on 慢吞吞進行 longer than the others. Was it because the day was finally coming to a close, or because I was waiting for his tight fist to loosen 鬆開? It never did; he continued to sit so still 安靜 it looked like he wasn’t breathing.


What was wrong with him? Was this his normal behavior? I questioned my judgment on Jessica’s bitterness 怨恨 at lunch today. Maybe she was not as resentful 怨恨 as I’d thought. It couldn’t have anything to do with me. He didn’t know me from Eve.


I peeked 偷看 up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion 嫌惡. As I flinched 退縮 away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.


At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Edward Cullen was out of his seat. Fluidly  流暢地 he rose — he was much taller than I’d thought — his back to me, and he was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.


I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly 茫然地 after him. He was so mean 卑鄙. It wasn’t fair. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block 阻擋the anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up. For some reason, my temper was hardwired 接線到 to my tear ducts 輸送管 . I usually cried when I was angry,a humiliating tendency.


“Aren’t you Isabella Swan?” a male voice asked.


I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully gelled 膠化into  orderly spikes 穗狀 , smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously didn’t think I smelled bad.


“Bella,” I corrected him, with a smile.

“I’m Mike.”

“Hi, Mike.”

“Do you need any help finding your next class?”

“I’m headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it.”


“That’s my next class, too.” He seemed thrilled 興奮, though it wasn’t that big of a coincidence 巧合 in a school this small.

We walked to class together; he was a chatterer 話匣子  — he supplied 供應 most of the

conversation, which made it easy for me. He’d lived in California till he was ten, so he knew how I felt about the sun. It turned out he was in my English class also. He was the nicest person I’d met today.


But as we were entering the gym, he asked, “So, did you stab 刺 Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I’ve never seen him act like that.” I cringed 畏縮. So I wasn’t the only one who had noticed. And, apparently, that wasn’t Edward Cullen’s usual behavior. I decided to play dumb 裝啞巴.


“Was that the boy I sat next to in Biology?” I asked artlessly 無掩飾地.

“Yes,” he said. “He looked like he was in pain or something.”

“I don’t know,” I responded. “I never spoke to him.”


“He’s a weird 古怪的 guy.” Mike lingered 逗留by me instead of heading to the dressing room 更衣室. “If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked to you.”.


I smiled at him before walking through the girls’ locker room 衣櫃室 door. He was friendly and clearly admiring. But it wasn’t enough to ease 平息 my irritation 憤怒.


The Gym 體育 teacher, Coach 教練 Clapp, found me a uniform but didn’t make me dress down for today’s class. At home, only two years of P. E . were required 必修. Here, P.E. 體育 was mandatory  強制all four years. Forks was literally 實際上 my personal hell on Earth.


I watched four volleyball 排球 games running simultaneously 同時. Remembering how many injuries I had sustained 遭受 — and inflicted 痛苦— playing volleyball, I felt faintly nauseated 嘔吐.


The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my paperwork. The rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and colder. I wrapped my arms around myself. When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked back out. Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. I recognized again that tousled 蓬亂的 bronze hair. He didn’t appear to notice the sound of my entrance.


I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist 接待員to be free.

He was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up the gist 要點 of the argument. He was trying to trade 更換 from sixth-hour Biology to another time — any other time.


I just couldn’t believe that this was about me. It had to be something else, something that happened before I entered the Biology room. The look on his face must have been about another aggravation 惡化 entirely. It was impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike to me.


The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted 吹過 through the room, rustling 移動 the papers on the desk, swirling 旋轉 my hair around my face. The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the wire basket 繩籃, and walked out again. But Edward Cullen’s back stiffened 僵硬 , and he turned slowly to glare at me — his face was absurdly 荒謬 handsome —with piercing 刺穿, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine 真正 fear, raising the hair on my arms. The look only lasted a second, but it chilled 使寒顫 me more than the freezing wind. He turned back to the receptionist.


“Never mind, then,” he said hastily  匆促in a voice like velvet 柔和. “I can see that it’s impossible. Thank you so much for your help.” And he turned on his heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.


I went meekly 溫順地 to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and handed her the signed slip 紙條.


“How did your first day go, dear?” the receptionist asked maternally 慈母般地 .


“Fine,” I lied, my voice weak. She didn’t look convinced.


When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. It seemed like a haven 避風港, already the closest thing to home I had in this damp green hole. I sat inside for a while, just staring out the windshield 擋風玻璃 blankly 茫然地. But soon I was cold enough to need the heater 熱氣 , so I turned the key and the engine roared 響起 to life. I headed back to Charlie’s house, fighting tears the whole way there.




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