3
B
Lunch ends all too soon. I say goodbye to my friends and drag my feet to the arts building. If I'm lucky, I'll miss the tardy bell and spend the period in detention.
The world must hate me these days because Mrs. Clearwater is standing at her door today. She sees me at the end of the hall and waves for me to hurry it up.
"Put a little pep in your step, Miss Swan!" she calls cheerfully.
I sigh, thank her for waiting, and enter the room. I grab a fresh apron on the way to my table.
My partner is already there. Sitting on his stool, placed as far away from mine as possible, and reading today's assignment sheet. He doesn't acknowledge me when I drop my stuff on the table, but that's nothing new.
I really don't understand what this guy's problem is.
Mrs. Clearwater announces that we're learning to double, or in some cases triple, recipes for cookies today. She tells us to be careful because it's easy to confuse the math.
I sneak a glance at our assignment when Edward sets it down between us. It's the instructions for triple chocolate chip cookies. We'll be doubling the recipe.
"I love chocolate," I murmur more to myself than anyone else.
Cullen shrugs. "All girls do."
His words take me by surprise. I'm so used to holding one-sided conversations in this class, I just about jump out of my skin.
Heed with caution, Swan. Try not to do anything that might spook him.
I smile to myself. "That's true. I'd sell my soul for a bag of Hershey's kisses any day."
And then it happens.
Edward's mouth lifts and forms a crooked grin that has the power to melt panties.
Who would have guessed culinary operations could be so … wet?