初中英语听力：《暮光之城》系列有声读物在线听，附听力内容：
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I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away,
before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I
realized the probable cause no one else was as aware of Edward as I
always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.
Edward was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for his
firsthand account. People avoided him as usual. The Cullens and the Hales
sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among
themselves. None of them, especially Edward, glanced my way anymore.
When he sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would allow,
he seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when his
fists would suddenly ball up skin stretched even whiter over the bones
did I wonder if he wasnt quite as oblivious as he appeared.
He wished he hadnt pulled me from the path of Tylers van there was no
other conclusion I could come to.
I wanted very much to talk to him, and the day after the accident I
tried. The last time Id seen him, outside the ER, wed both been so
furious. I still was angry that he wouldnt trust me with the truth, even
though I was keeping my part of the bargain flawlessly. But he had in
fact saved my life, no matter how hed done it. And, overnight, the heat
of my anger faded into awed gratitude.
He was already seated when I got to Biology, looking straight ahead. I
sat down, expecting him to turn toward me. He showed no sign that he
realized I was there.
Hello, Edward, I said pleasantly, to show him I was going to behave
myself.
He turned his head a fraction toward me without meeting my gaze, nodded
once, and then looked the other way.
And that was the last contact Id had with him, though he was there, a
foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop
myself from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I
watched as his golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. But in
class I gave no more notice that he existed than he showed toward me. I
was miserable. And the dreams continued.
Despite my outright lies, the tenor of my e-mails alerted Rene to my
depression, and she called a few times, worried. I tried to convince her
it was just the weather that had me down.
Mike, at least, was pleased by the obvious coolness between me and my lab
partner. I could see hed been worried that Edwards daring rescue might
have impressed me, and he was relieved that it seemed to have the
opposite effect. He grew more confident, sitting on the edge of my table
to talk before Biology class started, ignoring Edward as completely as he
ignored us.
The snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day. Mike
was disappointed hed never gotten to stage his snowball fight, but
pleased that the beach trip would soon be possible. The rain continued
heavily, though, and the weeks passed.
Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon she
called the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to invite Mike to
the girls choice spring dance in two weeks.
Are you sure you dont mind you werent planning to ask him? she
persisted when I told her I didnt mind in the least.
No, Jess, Im not going, I assured her. Dancing was glaringly outside
my range of abilities.
It will be really fun. Her attempt to convince me was halfhearted. I
suspected that Jessica enjoyed my inexplicable popularity more than my
actual company.
You have fun with Mike, I encouraged.
The next day, I was surprised that Jessica wasnt her usual gushing self
in Trig and Spanish. She was silent as she walked by my side between
classes, and I was afraid to ask her why. If Mike had turned her down, I
was the last person she would want to tell.
My fears were strengthened during lunch when Jessica sat as far from Mike
as possible, chatting animatedly with Eric. Mike was unusually quiet.
Mike was still quiet as he walked me to class, the uncomfortable look on
his face a bad sign. But he didnt broach the subject until I was in my
seat and he was perched on my desk. As always, I was electrically aware
of Edward sitting close enough to touch, as distant as if he were merely
an invention of my imagination.
So, Mike said, looking at the floor, Jessica asked me to the spring
dance.
Thats great. I made my voice bright and enthusiastic. Youll have a
lot of fun with Jessica.
Well He floundered as he examined my smile, clearly not happy with my
response. I told her I had to think about it.
Why would you do that? I let disapproval color my tone, though I was
relieved he hadnt given her an absolute no.
His face was bright red as he looked down again. Pity shook my resolve.
I was wondering if well, if you might be planning to ask me.
I paused for a moment, hating the wave of guilt that swept through me.
But I saw, from the corner of my eye, Edwards head tilt reflexively in
my direction.
Mike, I think you should tell her yes, I said.
Did you already ask someone? Did Edward notice how Mikes eyes
flickered in his direction?
No, I assured him. m not going to the dance at all.
Why not? Mike demanded.
I didnt want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I
quickly made new plans.
m going to Seattle that Saturday, I explained. I needed to get out of
town anyway it was suddenly the perfect time to go.
Cant you go some other weekend?
Sorry, no, I said. So you shouldnt make Jess wait any longer its
rude.
Yeah, youre right, he mumbled, and turned, dejected, to walk back to
his seat. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying
to push the guilt and sympathy out of my head. Mr. Banner began talking.
I sighed and opened my eyes.
And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of
frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.
I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away. But instead
he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no
question of me looking away. My hands started to shake.
Mr. Cullen? the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I
hadnt heard.
The Krebs Cycle, Edward answered, seeming reluctant as he turned to
look at Mr. Banner.
I looked down at my book as soon as his eyes released me, trying to find
my place. Cowardly as ever, I shifted my hair over my right shoulder to
hide my face. I couldnt believe the rush of emotion pulsing through me
just because hed happened to look at me for the first time in a
half-dozen weeks. I couldnt allow him to have this level of influence
over me. It was pathetic. More than pathetic, it was unhealthy.
I tried very hard not to be aware of him for the rest of the hour, and,
since that was impossible, at least not to let him know that I was aware
of him. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my
things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.
Bella? His voice shouldnt have been so familiar to me, as if Id known
the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.
I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didnt want to feel what I knew I would
feel when I looked at his too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I
finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didnt say
anything.
What? Are you speaking to me again? I finally asked, an unintentional
note of petulance in my voice.
His lips twitched, fighting a smile. No, not really, he admitted.
I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was
gritting my teeth. He waited.
Then what do you want, Edward? I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was
easier to talk to him coherently that way.
m sorry. He sounded sincere. m being very rude, I know. But its
better this way, really.
I opened my eyes. His face was very serious.
I dont know what you mean, I said, my voice guarded.
Its better if were not friends, he explained. Trust me.
My eyes narrowed. Id heard that before.
Its too bad you didnt figure that out earlier, I hissed through my
teeth. You could have saved yourself all this regret.
Regret? The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. Regret
for what?
For not just letting that stupid van squish me.
He was astonished. He stared at me in disbelief.
When he finally spoke, he almost sounded mad. You think I regret saving
your life?
I know you do, I snapped.
You dont know anything. He was definitely mad.
I turned my head sharply away from him, clenching my jaw against all the
wild accusations I wanted to hurl at him. I gathered my books together,
then stood and walked to the door. I meant to sweep dramatically out of
the room, but of course I caught the toe of my boot on the door jamb and
dropped my books. I stood there for a moment, thinking about leaving
them. Then I sighed and bent to pick them up. He was there; hed already
stacked them into a pile. He handed them to me, his face hard.
Thank you, I said icily.
His eyes narrowed.
Youre welcome, he retorted.
I straightened up swiftly, turned away from him again, and stalked off to
Gym without looking back.
Gym was brutal. Wed moved on to basketball. My team never passed me the
ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people
with me. Today I was worse than usual because my head was so filled with
Edward. I tried to concentrate on my feet, but he kept creeping back into
my thoughts just when I really needed my balance.
It was a relief, as always, to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there
were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only
minimal damage in the accident. Id had to replace the taillights, and if
Id had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tylers parents
had to sell their van for parts.
I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark
figure leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just
Eric. I started walking again.
Hey, Eric, I called.
Hi, Bella.
Whats up? I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasnt paying
attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took
me by surprise.
Uh, I was just wondering if you would go to the spring dance with me?
His voice broke on the last word.
I thought it was girls choice, I said, too startled to be diplomatic.
Well, yeah, he admitted, shamefaced.
I recovered my composure and tried to make my smile warm. Thank you for
asking me, but Im going to be in Seattle that day.
Oh, he said. Well, maybe next time.
Sure, I agreed, and then bit my lip. I wouldnt want him to take that
too literally.
He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.
Edward was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward,
his lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside,
slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and
reversed out into the aisle. Edward was in his car already, two spaces
down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. He stopped
there to wait for his family; I could see the four of them walking this
way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of his
shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rearview
mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley
was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to
acknowledge him.
While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of
me, I heard a knock on my passenger side window. I looked over; it was
Tyler. I glanced back in my rearview mirror, confused. His car was still
running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window
down. It was stiff. I got it halfway down, then gave up.
m sorry, Tyler, Im stuck behind Cullen. I was annoyed obviously
the holdup wasnt my fault.
Oh, I know I just wanted to ask you something while were trapped
here. He grinned.
This could not be happening.
Will you ask me to the spring dance? he continued.
m not going to be in town, Tyler. My voice sounded a little sharp. I
had to remember it wasnt his fault that Mike and Eric had already used
up my quota of patience for the day.
Yeah, Mike said that, he admitted.
Then why
He shrugged. I was hoping you were just letting him down easy.
Okay, it was completely his fault.
Sorry, Tyler, I said, working to hide my irritation. I really am going
out of town.
Thats cool. We still have prom.
And before I could respond, he was walking back to his car. I could feel
the shock on my face. I looked forward to see Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and
Jasper all sliding into the Volvo. In his rearview mirror, Edwards eyes
were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if hed heard
every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal one
little bump wouldnt hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job.
I revved the engine.
初中英语听力：《暮光之城》系列有声读物在线听，附听力内容：
注：每部分听力巡回播放三遍
以下为听力内容：
I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away,
before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I
realized the probable cause no one else was as aware of Edward as I
always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.
Edward was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for his
firsthand account. People avoided him as usual. The Cullens and the Hales
sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among
themselves. None of them, especially Edward, glanced my way anymore.
When he sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would allow,
he seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when his
fists would suddenly ball up skin stretched even whiter over the bones
did I wonder if he wasnt quite as oblivious as he appeared.
He wished he hadnt pulled me from the path of Tylers van there was no
other conclusion I could come to.
I wanted very much to talk to him, and the day after the accident I
tried. The last time Id seen him, outside the ER, wed both been so
furious. I still was angry that he wouldnt trust me with the truth, even
though I was keeping my part of the bargain flawlessly. But he had in
fact saved my life, no matter how hed done it. And, overnight, the heat
of my anger faded into awed gratitude.
He was already seated when I got to Biology, looking straight ahead. I
sat down, expecting him to turn toward me. He showed no sign that he
realized I was there.
Hello, Edward, I said pleasantly, to show him I was going to behave
myself.
He turned his head a fraction toward me without meeting my gaze, nodded
once, and then looked the other way.
And that was the last contact Id had with him, though he was there, a
foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop
myself from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I
watched as his golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. But in
class I gave no more notice that he existed than he showed toward me. I
was miserable. And the dreams continued.
Despite my outright lies, the tenor of my e-mails alerted Rene to my
depression, and she called a few times, worried. I tried to convince her
it was just the weather that had me down.
Mike, at least, was pleased by the obvious coolness between me and my lab
partner. I could see hed been worried that Edwards daring rescue might
have impressed me, and he was relieved that it seemed to have the
opposite effect. He grew more confident, sitting on the edge of my table
to talk before Biology class started, ignoring Edward as completely as he
ignored us.
The snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day. Mike
was disappointed hed never gotten to stage his snowball fight, but
pleased that the beach trip would soon be possible. The rain continued
heavily, though, and the weeks passed.
Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon she
called the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to invite Mike to
the girls choice spring dance in two weeks.
Are you sure you dont mind you werent planning to ask him? she
persisted when I told her I didnt mind in the least.
No, Jess, Im not going, I assured her. Dancing was glaringly outside
my range of abilities.
It will be really fun. Her attempt to convince me was halfhearted. I
suspected that Jessica enjoyed my inexplicable popularity more than my
actual company.
You have fun with Mike, I encouraged.
The next day, I was surprised that Jessica wasnt her usual gushing self
in Trig and Spanish. She was silent as she walked by my side between
classes, and I was afraid to ask her why. If Mike had turned her down, I
was the last person she would want to tell.
My fears were strengthened during lunch when Jessica sat as far from Mike
as possible, chatting animatedly with Eric. Mike was unusually quiet.
Mike was still quiet as he walked me to class, the uncomfortable look on
his face a bad sign. But he didnt broach the subject until I was in my
seat and he was perched on my desk. As always, I was electrically aware
of Edward sitting close enough to touch, as distant as if he were merely
an invention of my imagination.
So, Mike said, looking at the floor, Jessica asked me to the spring
dance.
Thats great. I made my voice bright and enthusiastic. Youll have a
lot of fun with Jessica.
Well He floundered as he examined my smile, clearly not happy with my
response. I told her I had to think about it.
Why would you do that? I let disapproval color my tone, though I was
relieved he hadnt given her an absolute no.
His face was bright red as he looked down again. Pity shook my resolve.
I was wondering if well, if you might be planning to ask me.
I paused for a moment, hating the wave of guilt that swept through me.
But I saw, from the corner of my eye, Edwards head tilt reflexively in
my direction.
Mike, I think you should tell her yes, I said.
Did you already ask someone? Did Edward notice how Mikes eyes
flickered in his direction?
No, I assured him. m not going to the dance at all.
Why not? Mike demanded.
I didnt want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I
quickly made new plans.
m going to Seattle that Saturday, I explained. I needed to get out of
town anyway it was suddenly the perfect time to go.
Cant you go some other weekend?
Sorry, no, I said. So you shouldnt make Jess wait any longer its
rude.
Yeah, youre right, he mumbled, and turned, dejected, to walk back to
his seat. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying
to push the guilt and sympathy out of my head. Mr. Banner began talking.
I sighed and opened my eyes.
And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of
frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.
I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away. But instead
he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no
question of me looking away. My hands started to shake.
Mr. Cullen? the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I
hadnt heard.
The Krebs Cycle, Edward answered, seeming reluctant as he turned to
look at Mr. Banner.
I looked down at my book as soon as his eyes released me, trying to find
my place. Cowardly as ever, I shifted my hair over my right shoulder to
hide my face. I couldnt believe the rush of emotion pulsing through me
just because hed happened to look at me for the first time in a
half-dozen weeks. I couldnt allow him to have this level of influence
over me. It was pathetic. More than pathetic, it was unhealthy.
I tried very hard not to be aware of him for the rest of the hour, and,
since that was impossible, at least not to let him know that I was aware
of him. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my
things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.
Bella? His voice shouldnt have been so familiar to me, as if Id known
the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.
I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didnt want to feel what I knew I would
feel when I looked at his too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I
finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didnt say
anything.
What? Are you speaking to me again? I finally asked, an unintentional
note of petulance in my voice.
His lips twitched, fighting a smile. No, not really, he admitted.
I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was
gritting my teeth. He waited.
Then what do you want, Edward? I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was
easier to talk to him coherently that way.
m sorry. He sounded sincere. m being very rude, I know. But its
better this way, really.
I opened my eyes. His face was very serious.
I dont know what you mean, I said, my voice guarded.
Its better if were not friends, he explained. Trust me.
My eyes narrowed. Id heard that before.
Its too bad you didnt figure that out earlier, I hissed through my
teeth. You could have saved yourself all this regret.
Regret? The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. Regret
for what?
For not just letting that stupid van squish me.
He was astonished. He stared at me in disbelief.
When he finally spoke, he almost sounded mad. You think I regret saving
your life?
I know you do, I snapped.
You dont know anything. He was definitely mad.
I turned my head sharply away from him, clenching my jaw against all the
wild accusations I wanted to hurl at him. I gathered my books together,
then stood and walked to the door. I meant to sweep dramatically out of
the room, but of course I caught the toe of my boot on the door jamb and
dropped my books. I stood there for a moment, thinking about leaving
them. Then I sighed and bent to pick them up. He was there; hed already
stacked them into a pile. He handed them to me, his face hard.
Thank you, I said icily.
His eyes narrowed.
Youre welcome, he retorted.
I straightened up swiftly, turned away from him again, and stalked off to
Gym without looking back.
Gym was brutal. Wed moved on to basketball. My team never passed me the
ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people
with me. Today I was worse than usual because my head was so filled with
Edward. I tried to concentrate on my feet, but he kept creeping back into
my thoughts just when I really needed my balance.
It was a relief, as always, to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there
were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only
minimal damage in the accident. Id had to replace the taillights, and if
Id had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tylers parents
had to sell their van for parts.
I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark
figure leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just
Eric. I started walking again.
Hey, Eric, I called.
Hi, Bella.
Whats up? I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasnt paying
attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took
me by surprise.
Uh, I was just wondering if you would go to the spring dance with me?
His voice broke on the last word.
I thought it was girls choice, I said, too startled to be diplomatic.
Well, yeah, he admitted, shamefaced.
I recovered my composure and tried to make my smile warm. Thank you for
asking me, but Im going to be in Seattle that day.
Oh, he said. Well, maybe next time.
Sure, I agreed, and then bit my lip. I wouldnt want him to take that
too literally.
He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.
Edward was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward,
his lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside,
slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and
reversed out into the aisle. Edward was in his car already, two spaces
down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. He stopped
there to wait for his family; I could see the four of them walking this
way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of his
shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rearview
mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley
was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to
acknowledge him.
While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of
me, I heard a knock on my passenger side window. I looked over; it was
Tyler. I glanced back in my rearview mirror, confused. His car was still
running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window
down. It was stiff. I got it halfway down, then gave up.
m sorry, Tyler, Im stuck behind Cullen. I was annoyed obviously
the holdup wasnt my fault.
Oh, I know I just wanted to ask you something while were trapped
here. He grinned.
This could not be happening.
Will you ask me to the spring dance? he continued.
m not going to be in town, Tyler. My voice sounded a little sharp. I
had to remember it wasnt his fault that Mike and Eric had already used
up my quota of patience for the day.
Yeah, Mike said that, he admitted.
Then why
He shrugged. I was hoping you were just letting him down easy.
Okay, it was completely his fault.
Sorry, Tyler, I said, working to hide my irritation. I really am going
out of town.
Thats cool. We still have prom.
And before I could respond, he was walking back to his car. I could feel
the shock on my face. I looked forward to see Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and
Jasper all sliding into the Volvo. In his rearview mirror, Edwards eyes
were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if hed heard
every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal one
little bump wouldnt hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job.
I revved the engine.