Izzy paused, staring at Trevor with inquisitive suspicion as he continued on a couple paces before she walked after him again.
	“Normally,” she said slowly, still a couple steps behind him, “people just back off when I tell them I don’t want friends,” she answered the last couple of his questions. “And up to today, I was doing pretty good with avoiding people. Turning into a tree sounds [i]great,[/i] but trust me; it’s harder than it sounds.”
	She tapped her thumb against the outside of her pocket, hoping the conversation would turn to something else. She would even take sparkling vampires at the moment. “Why does it matter to you so much?” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for his answer.