Twilight 3 - Eclipse | Page 7

looking up from the paper. His eyes stayed focused on the page as he
pushed the first application toward me across the table. “I think you can recycle your essays for this one.
Same questions.”
Charlie must still be listening. I sighed and started to fill out the repetitive information: name, address,
social. . . . After a few minutes I glanced up, but Edward was now staring pensively out the window. As I
bent my head back to my work, I noticed for the first time the name of the school.
I snorted and shoved the papers aside.
“Bella?”
“Be serious, Edward.Dartmouth ?”
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Edward lifted the discarded application and laid it gently in front of me again. “I think you’d like New
Hampshire,” he said. “There’s a full complement of night courses for me, and the forests are very
conveniently located for the avid hiker. Plentiful wildlife.” He pulled out the crooked smile he knew I
couldn’t resist.
I took a deep breath through my nose.
“I’ll let you pay me back, if that makes you happy,” he promised. “If you want, I can charge you
interest.”
“Like I could even get in without some enormous bribe. Or was that part of the loan? The new Cullen
wing of the library? Ugh. Why are we having this discussion again?”
“Will you just fill out the application, please, Bella? It won’t hurt you to apply.”
My jaw flexed. “You know what? I don’t think I will.”
I reached for the papers, planning to crumple them into a suitable shape for lobbing at the trashcan, but
they were already gone. I stared at the empty table for a moment, and then at Edward. He didn’t appear
to have moved, but the application was probably already tucked away in his jacket.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I sign your name better than you do yourself. You’ve already written the essays.”
“You’re going way overboard with this, you know.” I whispered on the off chance that Charlie wasn’t
completely lost in his game. “I really don’t need to apply anywhere else. I’ve been accepted in Alaska. I
can almost afford the first semester’s tuition. It’s as good an alibi as any. There’s no need to throw away
a bunch of money, no matter whose it is.”
A pained looked tightened his face. “Bella —”
“Don’t start. I agree that I need to go through the motions for Charlie’s sake, but we both know I’m not
going to be in any condition to go to school next fall. To be anywhere near people.”
My knowledge of those first few years as a new vampire was sketchy. Edward had never gone into
details — it wasn’t his favorite subject — but I knew it wasn’t pretty. Self-control was apparently an
acquired skill. Anything more than correspondence school was out of the question.
“I thought the timing was still undecided,” Edward reminded me softly. “You might enjoy a semester or
two of college. There are a lot of human experiences you’ve never had.”
“I’ll get to those afterward.”
“They won’t behuman experiences afterward. You don’t get a second chance at humanity, Bella.”
I sighed. “You’ve got to be reasonable about the timing, Edward. It’s just too dangerous to mess around
with.”
“There’s no danger yet,” he insisted.
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I glared at him. No danger? Sure. I only had a sadistic vampire trying to avenge her mate’s death with
my own, preferably through some slow and torturous method. Who was worried about Victoria? And,
oh yeah, the Volturi — the vampire royal family with their small army of vampire warriors — who
insisted that my heart stop beating one way or another in the near future, because humans weren’t
allowed to know they existed. Right. No reason at all to panic.
Even with Alice keeping watch — Edward was relying on her uncannily accurate visions of the future to
give us advance warning — it was insane to take chances.
Besides, I’d already won this argument. The date for my transformation was tentatively set for shortly
after my graduation from high school, only a handful of weeks away.
A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was. Of course this
change was necessary — and the key to what I wanted more than everything else in the world put
together — but I was deeply conscious of Charlie sitting in the other room enjoying his game, just like
every other night. And my mother, Renée, far away in sunny Florida, still pleading with me to spend the
summer on the beach with her and her new husband. And Jacob, who, unlike my parents, would know
exactly what was going on when I disappeared to some distant school. Even if my parents didn’t grow
suspicious for a long time, even if