Bella POV

I stopped calling Jacob. Not because I knew he wouldn't pick up but because I didn't want to talk to him.

I haven't seen him in about a week. A very long week as it was winter break. Charlie was always working and I was stuck at home with nothing to do.

I decided to get out of the house. It was an unusual sunny Saturday in Forks so I went to the beach with Angela. Ben was doing something with Mike so he didn't have to come along.

We walked up and down the beach for awhile, talking about what we had done while I was forgetting about Edward and what our plans were for the winter break.

While we were making our way to an old tree on the edge of the beach I noticed Jacob and his cult walking along the beach in out direction.

I decided to ignore them and I wished that they hadn't seen me.

I kept talking to Angela about College as they drew closer. Did they have to be here right now?

"Hey Bella, isn't that your friend Jacob?" No. No, it wasn't anymore was it? We don't even talk to each other anymore and I have no idea why.

"No." I shook my head and looked towards where I knew Jacob would be. He was looking at me too, his eyes were filled with tears and I wanted to know what had caused then. Bad idea Bella, he hates you!

I looked at the others that were standing with him. Embry was there, although I hardly recognized him. They were looking between me and Jacob. I turned away hoping to forget the reason we weren't friends anymore.

Looking at him hurt too much, knowing that we'd never be friends again was hard enough as it was without having to see him.

I started to regret coming to La Push, I should've known he'd be on the beach with his cult. I had wished he hadn't been here but obviously god didn't listen to me. Once again I regretted coming here.

"Bella!" I heard Jacob yell after me. You could hear the urgency in his voice as he drew closer to where me and Angela were standing.

Shit, I didn't know what to do if he came over to talk to me. I had no intention of talking to him today, let alone ever really. Why did he have to be here today?

I stared at the calming water, watching the waves wash over the sand over and over again. The water was a perfect shade of blue, one you would see in a dream or in a movie.

I was still captivated by the scenery when Jacob's body blocked my view. He'd grown so much since the last time I had seen him. He looked at least a foot taller and he had cut all of his hair off.

"Bella." For the first time I noticed that his voice was deeper than I had ever heard it before.

He looked twenty-five not sixteen. I hated that he had cut his hair off; I had loved his long black hair. He had muscles now too; not the type when you're growing up but the type when you're on steroids or something like that.

"What do you want." I said refusing to look up at him. He had refused to look at me when I was talking to him the other day so I would do the same to him now.

"I want to talk to you." Well I don't want to talk to you so fuck off, is what I should've said since it was how I felt. I decided to get this over and done with since we can't avoid each other for the rest of our lives.

"About what?" I had no idea why he would want to talk to me after he told me we would ever see each other again.

"About me. About us." Had the other day been a dream? No. it couldn't be, otherwise it wouldn't hurt seeing him. If it had been a dream he wouldn't be with his cult.

"Last I remember there was no us. Remember? The other day when you said to me we could never be friends again?"

"I know, but things have changed."

"How?" I asked, how can things change so easily. He made no sense.

"Just sit down so I can explain it to you." He said pulling me over to where a piece of driftwood was lying.

He looked at me like he was about to pour his heart out to me.

His expression showed me he was telling me why he had said we couldn't be friends.