sat　in　the　desk　beside　me。

Edward　had　resumed　his　schedule　from　the　beginning　of　the　year；　which　put　him

in　most　of　my　classes

again。　My　behavior　had　been　such　last　fall；　after　the　Cullens'　supposed　move

to　L。A。；　that　the　seat　beside

me　had　never　been　filled。　Even　Mike；　always　eager　to　take　any　advantage；　had

kept　a　safe　distance。

With　Edward　back　in　place；　it　was　almost　as　if　the　last　eight　months　were　just

a　disturbing　nightmare。

Almost；　but　not　quite。　There　was　the　house　arrest　situation；　for　one　thing。

And　for　another；　before　the　fall；

I　hadn't　been　best　friends　with　Jacob　Black。　So；　of　course；　I　hadn't　missed

him　then。

I　wasn't　at　liberty　to　go　to　La　Push；　and　Jacob　wasn't　ing　to　see　me。　He

wouldn't　even　answer　my

phone　calls。

I　made　these　calls　mostly　at　night；　after　Edward　had　been　kicked　out—promptly

at　nine　by　a　grimly

gleeful　Charlie—and　before　Edward　snuck　back　through　my　window　when　Charlie

was　asleep。　I　chose

that　time　to　make　my　fruitless　calls　because　I'd　noticed　that　Edward　made　a

certain　face　every　time　I

mentioned　Jacob's　name。　Sort　of　disapproving　and　wary　maybe　even　angry。　I

guessed　that　he　had

some　reciprocal　prejudice　against　the　werewolves；　though　he　wasn't　as　vocal　as

Jacob　had　been　about

the　〃bloodsuckers。〃

So；　I　didn't　mention　Jacob　much。

With　Edward　near　me；　it　was　hard　to　think　about　unhappy　things—even　my　former

besi　fnend；　who　was

probably　very　unhappy　right　now；　due　to　me。　When　I　did　think　of　Jake；　I　always

felt　guilty　for　not

thinking　of　him　more。

The　fairy　tale　was　back　on。　Prince　returned；　bad　spell　br