"This is good practice for my idea," he whispered close to my ear, though I could hear him from a distance just as well. His voice was uneasy from his throat's pain.
Tell me!!
"During class."
He got out a sheet of paper as he sat in his newly assigned seat, diagonally in front of mine. I drummed my fingers impatiently on my book as Mr. Walker started the lesson I already knew. Luckily, he wasn't the type of person who likes new things. Including people. I happily glared back at him when he glanced at me. I, then, noticed Donovan scribbling on his sheet of paper.
I heard from Tanya that the Olympic coven had a problem exactly like this one.
So? I was confused by how a story would help me.
Edward Cullen had the exact same issues you. He almost killed a girl--because of her scent.
I gulped.
Don't worry. He didn't kill her. I said almost.
I sighed.
