Chapter 1

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Bella's POV

Almost my whole life depended on Jacob Black, My Jacob, my 16 year old best friend, the one that didn't give up on helping 'zombie Bella'. I love Jacob but sometimes I feel he loves me a little more than I love him, like in a romantic way.

It's been four weeks and I haven't even gotten a phone call back. I haven't even seen him. He promised he wouldn't leave me and he's breaking it. Not just the promise, but also my heart. I know he hasn't left La Push but it still feels enough like it. Last time I saw him was that horrible day at the movies with Mike Newton. That day he had gotten sick, and Billy claimed he had Mono.

I sat in my room feeling lonely as thought for a while. I knew it was coming today, like every day before. I lay on my bed trying to push away the thoughts about how it seemed everyone loves breaking Bella's 'breakable little heart', and loves leaving her alone to become 'zombie Bella' all over again. I started shaking.

I picked up the phone and decided that this would be the very last call to the Black's house asking Billy to tell Jacob to call me back when he has a chance.

"Hello," Billy's voice answered the phone like always. "Hey Billy," I replied as fought back a few tears and tried to calm my slightly trembling body. He must have heard it in my voice that something was wrong.

"Bella, Jake isn't here right now honestly; I know you feel like he just doesn't want to see you and doesn't like you any more…" there was a pause. "That's not the c-" I cut him off right then, already getting angry.

"Billy, don't even tell Jacob I called. Just tell him this," a thought then appeared to me. "…or just put the phone on speaker if he's there. Tell him his Best Friend doesn't care if he doesn't want to see her or talk to her, and tell him that she hopes he is happy that she is going to find a new friend, one that actually cares! Tell him that she doesn't give a damn and when… no, IF she sees him, he will get the best ass kicking a girl can give! Tell him that she is done crying over people that break promises and hearts! Tell him he is reminding her of EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN, always being an ass! Most importantly, tell him to find a new best friend because Isabella Swan is NOT a friend of his, or whatever we may have been before!"

With that, I hung up, put the phone down, cracked the window, closed my eyes, and started to tremble even more. I let out deep breath and thought about the days when I used to live in with my mom, how happy she must be with Phil, and my old friends. Soon, I stopped shaking and went to sleep.

I woke up that morning with the blanket thrown on the other side of the bed because I was rather warm last night. I got up and headed to the bathroom to start my shower. I realized that I had got up a good thirty minutes before I needed to and decided that I would wash my hair.

In the shower I went through numerous of songs as I stayed in an extra long time. I finally realized that the water should be cold by now but didn't mind because the shower felt so good today.

I felt I had been in there long enough as I got out and blow dried my hair. I slung it into a high pony tail since I didn't feel like curling it. I walked into my room and huffed as I approached the drawer that I hated so much. I pulled on the handle one good time with all my strength as it came out of the dresser and hit me square in the stomach.

"DAMN IT!" I groaned in pain and then after a few seconds it stopped hurting. I for sure thought there would be a bruise but as I lifted my shirt over my head, nothing seemed to be wrong. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and put on a different bra and realized that it had gotten a little snug so adjusted the straps feeling much better. "Jacob Black," I said as I looked into the full length mirror, "I plan on getting a new best friend today. I don't need you."

I put on a black tank top under a plaid black and white collared shirt and buttoned it up leaving three open at the top. The shirt was long sleeved so I rolled the sleeves up to my elbow to look more casual. It was a pretty okay day, barely even cold. I put on simple black jeans and my plaid black and white flats. I decided to go light with no make-up or jewelry. I matched perfectly. It reminded me of how Alice… "No Bella, you shouldn't be thinking about them of all people." I shouldn't even say people, more like conning blood suckers. They stole my love for them and took off with it. A slightly loud growl sounded out of throat. Whoa, where did that come from?

I headed downstairs to find that Charlie had made me pancakes and bacon. I was still feeling a little hungry when I finished but decided that I didn't feel like cooking anything else. I headed back up the stairs and surprisingly didn't trip. I went to brush my teeth and then adjusted my pony tail so that it was perfect like my outfit. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door to go to school.

I approached my truck and then realized I had left my keys on the kitchen counter. I wondered if I had left my doors unlocked but when I pulled the handle (gently this time) it didn't open. I groaned in frustration knowing that I might have to run to school. NO WAY was that going to happen, I would probably end up falling on my face about 30 times as klutzy as I am.

I looked up to see I had left my window cracked from last night. I would have to climb the tree to get up there.

I started going up the tree limb by limb, slowly. I was at the branch closest to my window and remembered not to look down. I reached out to grab the window frame and couldn't reach. I slid up the branch a little more and then suddenly, I fell. I clamped my eyes shut, waiting for me meet the ground. When I realized I had stopped falling and that none of my body parts were hurting, I looked down to see that I had landed on my feet.

I decided not to try that again even though I might not have gotten hurt, It still isn't safe. My phone started buzzing in my pocket and I read the name on the screen. It was a text from Angela.

Angela: "hey. Want to ride to school with me?"

Me: "Yes! Thanks, locked my keys in the house… come pick me up?"

Angela: "Sure! And you're welcome. See you in a few"

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Lunch came quickly and by then I was starving! For lunch we had an option of fried chicken, pizza, corn, cake or pie, French fries, ice cream, and salad.

I had some extra money from work left over so I decided to get 8 pieces of chicken, French fries, corn, cake, an ice cream sandwich, and a small salad.

"Damn Bella, eat the whole cafeteria!"

Jessica said, staring at my tray full of food. I rolled my eyes, "well, I didn't get a chance to eat this morning," I lied. Mike turned to me and said, "You look nice today."

"Thanks," I replied.

I finished eating my food when Mike spoke to me again. "Hey. Angela, Ben, Jessica, and I are going to First Beach around 7:00 today. I was wondering if you wanted to come with?" I sat there and thought about how long it's been since I had been to 'my favorite little reservation'.

"Sure," I said. A thought crossed my mind at that moment. My new best friend would be Mike Newton. He already likes me, so who would be better than that?

(A/N: i hope you liked chapter one! Plenty reviews please! i would love o keep posting!)