“Hey, Mike,” I called, waving back, unable to be halfhearted on a morning like this.
He came to sit by me, the tidy spikes of his hair shining golden in the light, his grin stretching across his face. He was so delighted to see me, I couldn't help but feel gratified.
“I never noticed before — your hair has red in it,” he commented, catching between his fingers a strand that was fluttering in the light breeze.
“Only in the sun.” I became just a little uncomfortable as he tucked the lock behind my ear.
“Great day, isn't it?”
“My kind of day,” I agreed.
“What did you do yesterday?” His tone was just a bit too proprietary.
“I mostly worked on my essay.” I didn't add that I was finished with it —no need to sound smug.
He hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Oh yeah — that's due Thursday, right?”
“Um, Wednesday, I think.”
“Wednesday?” He frowned. “That's not good… What are you writing yours on?”
“Whether Shakespeare's treatment of the female characters is misogynistic.” He stared at me like I'd just spoken in pig Latin.
“I guess I'll have to get to work on that tonight,” he said, deflated. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go out.”
“Oh.” I was taken off guard. Why couldn't I ever have a pleasant conversation with Mike anymore without it getting awkward?
“Well, we could go to dinner or something… and I could work on it later.” He smiled at me hopefully.
“Mike…” I hated being put on the spot. “I don't think that would be the best idea.” His face fell. “Why?” he asked, his eyes guarded. My thoughts flickered to Edward, wondering if that's where his thoughts were as well.
“I think… and if you ever repeat what I'm saying right now I will cheerfully beat you to death,” I threatened, “but I think that would hurt Jessica's feelings.” He was bewildered, obviously not thinking in that direction at all.
“Jessica?”
“Really, Mike, are you blind?”
“Oh,” he exhaled — clearly dazed. I took advantage of that to make my escape.
“It's time for class, and I can't be late again.” I gathered my books up and stuffed them in my bag.
We walked in silence to building three, and his expression was distracted. I hoped whatever thoughts he was immersed in were leading him in the right direction.
Halfhearted 不热心的
Tidy 整齐的
Flutter 飘动
Proprietary 专有的
Misogynistic 歧视女性的
pig Latin 隐语
deflated 泄气的
put on the spot 使尴尬
“嗨，迈克。”我喊着，向他挥手。我不能在这样一个早晨表现得毫无兴致。
他走过来坐到我身旁，梳得整整齐齐的头发在阳光里闪闪发亮。他张大嘴笑着。只是见到我就能让他这样高兴，我无法不感到满足。
“我之前从没注意到过——你的头发带着些红影。”他评价道，手指间抓着的一股细线在微风中轻轻摆动着。
“只在太阳下会这样。”
当他捋平我耳后的一缕头发时，我开始有些不安起来。
“好天气，不是吗？”
“我喜欢的天气。”我赞同道。
“你昨天都在做什么？”他的语气有点儿像是在过问自己的所有物的情况。
“我几乎都在写我的论文。”我没有补充说我已经完成了——没有必然让自己显得是在炫耀。
他用手背拍了一下额头。“哦，是的——那是在周四截止，对吧？”
“呃，我想，应该是周三。”
“周三？”他皱起眉。“大事不妙……你的题目是什么？”
“莎士比亚对待女性角色的态度是否是厌恶女性的表现。”
他盯着我，就好像我刚刚在说隐语一样。
“我想我今晚就得着手写论文了。”他泄气地说道。“我本来还想问你愿不愿意出去逛逛呢。”
“哦。”我卸下了防备。为什么我每次跟迈克愉快的谈话都得以尴尬告终呢？
“嗯，我们可以一起吃晚餐，或者……我可以晚些再写论文。”他满怀希望地向我微笑着。
“迈克……”我不喜欢被置于这种处境。“我不认为这是一个好主意。”
他拉下脸来。“为什么？”他问道，眼里充满了警惕。我飞快地想起了爱德华，怀疑着这是否恰好也是他所想到的。
“我觉得……如果你敢立刻重复我所说的话，我会很乐意弄死你的。”我威胁道。“但我觉得这会伤害杰西卡的感情。”
他完全不知所措，显然根本没有往这方面想。“杰西卡？”
“真的，迈克，你是瞎子吗？”
“哦。”他轻呼道——显然还在迷惑着。我利用这一点，让自己脱身。
“上课的时间到了，我不能再迟到了。”我把书收起来，塞进包里。 我们沉默着向三号楼走去，他一脸的心烦意乱。我希望不管让他陷入沉思的内容是什么，最好都能把他领到正确的方向上去。
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