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Alice snorted. "You have Romeo and Juliet memorized."

"But Mr. Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate itтАФthat's how Shakespeare
intended it to be presented."

Edward rolled his eyes.

"You've already seen the movie," Alice accused.

"But not the nineteen-sixties version. Mr. Berty said it was the best."

Finally, Alice lost the smug smile and glared at me. "This can be easy, or this can be hard, Bella, but one
way or the otherтАФ"

Edward interrupted her threat. "Relax, Alice. If Bella wants to watch a movie, then she can. It's her
birthday."

"So there," I added.
"I'll bring her over around seven," he continued. "That will give you more time to set up."

Alice's laughter chimed again. "Sounds good. See you tonight, Bella! It'll be fun, you'll see." She
grinnedтАФthe wide smile exposed all her perfect, glistening teethтАФthen pecked me on the cheek and
danced off toward her first class before I could respond.

"Edward, pleaseтАФ" I started to beg, but he pressed one cool finger to my lips.

"Let's discuss it later. We're going to be late for class."

No one bothered to stare at us as we took our usual seats in the back of the classroom (we had almost
every class together nowтАФit was amazing the favors Edward could get the female administrators to do
for him). Edward and I had been together too long now to be an object of gossip anymore. Even Mike
Newton didn't bother to give me the glum stare that used to make me feel a little guilty. He smiled now
instead, and I was glad he seemed to have accepted that we could only be friends. Mike had changed
over the summerтАФhis face had lost some of the roundness, making his cheekbones more prominent, and
he was wearing his pale blond hair a new way; instead of bristly, it was longer and gelled into a carefully
casual disarray. It was easy to see where his inspiration came fromтАФbut Edward's look wasn't
something that could be achieved through imitation.

As the day progressed, I considered ways to get out of whatever was going down at the Cullen house
tonight. It would be bad enough to have to celebrate when I was in the mood to mourn. But, worse than
that, this was sure to involve attention and gifts.

Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight
when they're likely to fall on their face.

And I'd very pointedly askedтАФwell, ordered reallyтАФthat no one give me any presents this year. It
looked like Charlie and Renee weren't the only ones who had decided to overlook that.

I'd never had much money, and that had never bothered me. Renee had raised me on a kindergarten