You want to do something tonight?

     “Tonight we’ll go out to Olympia or something,” she promised. “That would be fun, right?”
     “Why don’t you just lock me in the basement,” I suggested, “and forget the sugar coating?”
     Alice frowned. “He’s going to take the Porsche back. I’m not doing a very good job. You’re supposed to
be having fun.”
     “It’s not your fault,” I muttered. I couldn’t believe I actually felt guilty. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
     I trudged off to English. Without Edward, the day was guaranteed to be unbearable. I sulked through my
first class, well aware that my attitude wasn’t helping anything.
     When the bell rang, I got up without much enthusiasm. Mike was there at the door, holding it open for me.
     “Edward hiking this weekend?” he asked sociably as we walked out into the light rain.
     “Yeah.”
     “You want to do something tonight?”
     How could he still sound hopeful?
     “Can’t. I’ve got a slumber party,” I grumbled. He gave me a strange look as he processed my mood.
     “Who are you —”

    Mike’s question was cut short as a loud, growling roar erupted from behind us in the parking lot.
Everyone on the sidewalk turned to look, staring in disbelief as the noisy black motorcycle screeched to a stop
on the edge of the concrete, the engine still snarling.
    Jacob waved to me urgently.
    “Run, Bella!” he yelled over the engine’s roar.
    I was frozen for a second before I understood.
    I looked at Mike quickly. I knew I only had seconds.
    How far would Alice go to restrain me in public?
    “I got really sick and went home, okay?” I said to Mike, my voice filled with sudden excitement.
    “Fine,” he muttered.
    I pecked Mike swiftly on the cheek. “Thanks, Mike. I owe you one!” I called as I sprinted away.
    Jacob revved his engine, grinning. I jumped on the back of his seat, wrapping my arms tightly around his
waist.
    I caught sight of Alice, frozen at the edge of the cafeteria, her eyes sparking with fury, her lip curled back
over her teeth.
    I shot her one pleading glance.
    Then we were racing across the blacktop so fast that my stomach got lost somewhere behind me.