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Preface
I had never given much thought to how much I wanted her to die-though I'd had reason enough in the last few months-but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
All right, to say that I wanted Bella Swan to die was a little extreme. Clearly, her overly dramatic tendencies were beginning to rub off on me. However, it was true that the girl was on my last nerve. Since moving to Forks, she had caused nothing but trouble. Admittedly, not all of it was her fault, but I had to deal with it nonetheless.
"Come on, Bella. You've been acting like a complete zombie for the past few months. It's gotten ridiculous. What's your problem, already?" I asked, perhaps a little too harshly.
She flinched and looked away. "You wouldn't understand...or believe me, for that matter."
I crossed my arms. "Try me."
"Look, Mike-"
"Here. I'll make it easier. How about I guess what's been going on with you since you moved to Forks," I interrupted her.
Bella just stared at me. Her blank expression actually managed to convey a slight skepticism.
"Shortly after moving to Forks, you got involved with Edward Cullen...a vampire," I stated flatly, watching carefully for her reaction.
She gasped. "You knew?"
I rolled my eyes. "Look how quickly you managed to figure it out. Do you honestly think the whole town was completely oblivious?"
Her mouth opened and closed a few times. She was utterly speechless.
I smiled in a friendly way as I sauntered forward, clasping Bella on the shoulder.
"Come on," I said, "you have a lot to learn."