At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Edward Cullen was out of his seat.

在这个时候，铃声响了，让我跳了起来，然后Edward Cullen 离开了他的位置。

Fluidly he rose — he was much taller than I'd thought — his back to me, and he was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.

他站起来时，他比我想象的要高的多，他背着我。然后在没有其他任何人离开他们的位置之前他就走出了门口。

I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him.

我在我的位置上呆住了，茫然着盯着他

He was so mean. It wasn't fair.

他是这么的做作。这是不公平的。

I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block the anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up.

我开始慢慢的收拾我的东西，尝试不让我自己发火，生怕眼泪夺眶而出。

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts.

处于一些原因我的脾气和我的眼泪是在一个电路里面的。

I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

当我生气的时候我总是哭，一个丢脸的癖好。

"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" a male voice asked.

你是Isabella Swan吗？一个男性的声音问着。

I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way.

我抬头看见是一个聪明有着娃娃脸的男孩，的浅黄色头发用发胶小心地固定成整齐的造型，用友好的方式向我微笑着。

He obviously didn't think I smelled bad.

他显然不认为我有奇怪的味道。