Afternoons were the hardest part of my day. Ever since my former best friend （and werewolf）， Jacob Black, had informed on me about the motorcycle I&rsquod been riding on the sly &mdash a betrayal he had devised in order to get me grounded so that I couldn&rsquot spend time with my boyfriend （and vampire）， Edward Cullen &mdash Edward had been allowed to see me only from seven till nine-thirty p.m., always inside the confines of my home and under the supervision of my dad&rsquos unfailingly crabby