8
"Are you avoiding me?"
That voice. My heart leaps and then drops back down, sinking back into the murky depths she created. I don't look up from my books. I thought I was safe in the library, she's never been a regular visitor.
"Yes."
She pulls out the chair across from me and sits down.
"Why?"
"Really?" I sit back and look right at her.
She smiles at me, sweet and dangerous.
"Oh, come on. I'm not that bad, Edward."
"You're worse, and I want you to stay away from me."
"You don't mean that." She looks hurt, but I know from experience, the way she looks and the way she feels are often leagues apart. I lean forward and glare at her.
"Yes, I do."
She leans in too.
"Don't do this," she pleads.
I'm on my feet, shoving my stuff haphazardly into my bag.
"I'm not doing anything, Izzy. You did this all by yourself."
~S~