Jacob's POV starting a bit after his point of view changes from the last chapter.

Recap:

…Edward will know what's happened and probably dowse me in some animal blood and let his family loose.

I got to the park two minutes earlier than we had said we would meet, so I found a bench and sat down, waiting.

It didn't take long for Belle to get to the park. I sat there with a blank expression until she came and sat close to me—if not a little too close—on the bench.

Belle was hot, I'll admit, with her blonde hair and tube top and tight jeans. No guy with testosterone would say she wasn't hot, but she wasn't my type. As weird as that sounds she just wasn't and it was probably because of Max, she had changed me so much in the time I had gotten to know and love her. I realized that girls didn't need to be in totally girly clothes for them to be good looking. Not that I would ever think Max wasn't good looking, but I've learned that it's nice when a girl has their own style. For example, how Max had gotten into the habit of wearing my shirts in the mornings and how she would always come up with something different to express herself.

I stopped myself from thinking about her anymore. I had this pretty girl sitting beside me and the guilt was killing me. How could I do this to Max? The one I love? If she saw me here…I don't know what I would do. But I know I would freak out, if only on the inside. If she saw me now, it will break her heart if it could be broken any more. I had done so much to her in the last day I had seen her and if she saw me I think that would definitely be the end. She would tell me goodbye; walk away; never look at me again; stop loving me. And that could not happen. If she left, I swear, I would try to kill myself. I'm not sure how, but I would find a way, and if I couldn't then I would just live with guilt forever? I was sure of one thing; I would never ever love someone again. Even if I liked them and they liked me, I would not let them get close to me.

So…why was I sitting here next to Belle? Max may not have left me, but she sure as heck could. She could walk into this park any second, and as unlikely as that was, she still could not see me and Belle together.

I turned to look at her, I had to tell her that this just wasn't working. Sure, after I got her number I may or may not have led her on a bit. I didn't kiss her or anything but she would probably try sometime soon.

"Listen Belle, we need to talk about something," I said looking at her eyebrows instead of her eyes. See how pathetic I am? I cant even look into another girl's eyes without feeling guilty.

"Yeah, totally." She said, laughing and putting a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "But I would like to say something first," I nodded for her to go on; maybe she wasn't feeling anything between us either? "Well, I really like you, you know? You're just really fun and stuff! You're hot too. Has anyone ever told you that? Course they have! You probably have girls falling for you left and right!" She let out a little giggle.

I wanted to tell her that I didn't care about her opinion and the only person I wanted to get complements from is Max and that the only girl I wanted to fall for me was Max—again. I opened my mouth to say something but she went on.

"But let's hope that doesn't happen! I don't want anyone to steal you from me!" She put a hand on my arm and I badly wanted to shake it off but I'm too much of a gentleman to be that rude.

"Well, actually—"

"Hi Jake,"

I jumped at the voice and looked up. There she was, in all her beautiful glory. My nightmare coming true; Max standing there, eyes wide and staring, barely breathing.

I couldn't look her in the eye and I wasn't kidding when I said before that I would have not idea what to do.

So I got out a "Oh, uh, hey, Max," It sounded weird even to me. The close proximity of us was messing up my brain and I either wanted to jump up and hug her so hard and wouldn't let go until I finished apologizing to her and until she took me back. Until she believed me that I would never leave her and that I loved her with all my heart and that I would always love her whether she loved me back or not. And I would tell her how pathetic I am without her and how I haven't been sleeping and how all I ever think about is her.

Or I wanted to run away and hide.

But before I could do either Max opened her mouth and started up a conversation like we weren't imprints or something or like we were just friends from way back. Maybe that was it.

I felt like my heart had been frozen and ice had been shot into my veins.

Maybe that's what she wanted…for us to just be friends. For us to pretend like we're normal human beings and that we have no intimate connection or anything like that.

Maybe she wanted us to just be friends.

I looked to my side, at a bush that was over grown beside the bench.

"How…how have you been?"

And before I could say something like, 'I've been terrible' or 'you have no idea' or even before I could do my plan a, Belle just had to start talking.

"Uh, how are you?" She looked at me, "Jake, who is this?"

I clenched my teeth at what I was about to say, because it was killing me more than she could ever know. I looked over at the tree to maybe dull the pain, and maybe she wouldn't see all the pain on my face.

"I've been…fine. Belle, this is Max. My friend." I tried not to trail off so it wouldn't seem suspicious.

Annabelle put her hand out. "Hi, Max, I'm Annabelle, Jake's girlfriend."

Wait, say that again! 'girlfriend'? Since when?

I turned quickly to look at Max to explain that that was not the case and that in the last ten minutes I had realized that I was ready to apologize and that I wanted her back no matter what I had to do.

But she was gone.

I looked everywhere, spinning in circles…but she was gone. No where to be seen. I sank to my knees and buried my head in my hands. I should have hugged her and told her how much I loved her the minute I saw her in front of me. Now I was screwed.

A, now, annoying voice broke through my misery accompanied by a shaking of my shoulder. "Hey, what was that all about? And why are you on the ground? The ground is dirty!"

I stood up slowly and thought about what I could do next. I could tell Annabelle to get lost or I could go along with her.

"It's nothing, sorry about that." I sat back on the bench and Annabelle went on talking about something.

Now I know everyone hate me to bits…but I had to do it. I now knew she would never be mine. Before I had a chance, but now? Now, she probably wanted me dead. I knew for a fact she would never be able to look at me again because of all that I've done to her. And I felt like I was alone in the universe. Even though I said I might want to kill myself if something like this happened, I now know it's not true. Because now that I'm faced with that reality I know Max would not want this for me. Even though she hates me, she wouldn't want me dead. I knew her and that's not what she was like. I hope…cause if she told me to go die I might actually do it just because she told me to and I want to make her happy.

And I'm sticking with Annabelle because I might as well start getting used to not having Max at my side. I should get used to having some other girl around me that isn't my imprint.

Because it will be a very long time until he got used to not having his Max close to him.

Two hours later and Annabelle was finally done talking about some…stuff. That I may or may not remember.

But it was about five o'clock and I was totally beat. I had walked Annabelle home—which was way more than a block away—before finally heading home. I walked slowly on the rode, not really caring about the cars that would honk at me until I walked to the other side of the rode.

The whole time I was walking to the reserve I thought about how much of a failure I was. I hadn't just let Max down but I had let down my entire heritage. When you imprint you stay with that person. Nothing comes between you and that person. No fight would ever be enough for you and your imprint to separate. You were just…always together. You were always beside each other and would always understand each other.

And I had failed so miserably my father was probably ashamed. I was ashamed of me.

So when I got home I went strait into my room, ignoring the concerned look my Dad gave me on the way by. I closed my door, closing my eyes and turned around slowly. I had been sleeping on the couch lately—if at all—because looking at my room made me think of Max. I guess I just hadn't thought before I came in here.

Looking around I soon regretted opening my eyes after turning around. I saw clothes all over the floor mostly but what caught my eye in a second, was Max's clothes from when I found her and two of my shirts that she always wore and claimed that they were her favorite.

I stared at them for a few seconds before they started getting blurry. Ignoring my tears, I walked over to the two shirts and picked them up like they were the most delicate thing in the world. I fell back on my bed, now holding onto the shirts like a lifeline as I sobbed into them. They faintly smelled like her still. He started trembling but because he suddenly felt very cold. It was like it finally hit me that I would never have Max in my arms again and that was a very lonely thought. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive.

So I just tried my best to not think at all and cried into the only thing he had left of my other half.

Okay, guys I know you seriously all hate me because I never update and that is so annoying and on top of that you get a crappy chapter that's barely over 2000 words. And I was actually rather pleased with this chapter, but feel free to tell me your thoughts. Just don't be too harsh. Please.

But I had wrote a bit of the next chapter on my laptop then I wrote the rest on pieces of paper cause I was at school. And now you're all thinking, schools out, so why have you not been posting? Well the answer; I lost it. I'm an idiot I know, but it was a few pages and most of the chapter and I seem to not be able to remember any of it to re-write on my laptop! Meh.

But I got this review saying I should write this in Jacob's point of view and I thought it would be fun…hope you guys like it. Again, sorry.

Iggy: I'm too tired to say anything. And we just watched a scary movie so I don't want to talk at all.

Me: Alright, let us go to bed and not get nightmares from that scary movie.

Iggy: Sounds good.

Goodnight.