A/N: So here's the next chapter! You all finally get to find out what happened between Bella and Edward.

I looked up at him in shock. He shouldn't be here. He couldn't be here. Life couldn't hate me that much, surely?!

"Um, hi?" A question? He wasn't even able to say hello to me.

I just looked away from him. I put my headphones in and started the in flight movie on the little screen in front of me. It was another of those stereotypical rom-coms, one with a Hugh Grant wannabe as the male lead, designed to hold the attention of the entire female species. At any other time I would probably enjoy it a lot but not now. Now I wanted to watch something that would get me through the next two hours, preferably something gory, but it was this or a Disney movie and that definitely wouldn't work.

I felt him sit next to me and I couldn't help but tense up. I had avoided him for six years and I was now expected to sit next to him for the two hour flight from LA to Seattle?! How was that fair? Someone out there must really hate me.

Edward and I had been best friends once upon a time, we had even dated for the last two years of High School but that all changed at the end of the summer before we went to college. His parents lived in the house next to my dad's where I grew up. We had known each other since we were babies and had been best friends for years. He had been my first everything. First best friend, first kiss, first... well there's no need to go into the details. He had been my first kiss during a game of Kiss Chase when we were 8. A game of Spin the Bottle when we were 16 had resulted in him kissing me after which I ran out of the house and ran home in tears. I might have harboured a very secret crush on Edward since I began noticing the difference between girls and boys when I hit puberty but I knew he would never feel the same way. I was a plain Jane and he was a god. He was by far the best looking guy in our school, why would he ever look at me like that?

He followed me. I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing when he knocked on my window not long after I got home. He was sat in the tree that separated our two houses and was exactly in the middle of our windows. He climbed into my room and kissed me again but he didn't let me go when the kiss ended.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered in my ear.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wanted to kiss me? It didn't make any sense.

We had talked into the early hours of the night, telling the other everything that we had kept secret for so long. We had ended up lying on my bed with my head resting on his chest. I knew that Charlie wouldn't mind, our parents believed that we could never have anything more than a completely platonic relationship and so didn't mind waking up to find us sleeping in the other's room. I knew that would all change when they found out about this new development so we agreed to keep this a secret, just between the two of us for as long as possible. We didn't even tell our closest friends for about two months. They had to walk in on us kissing on the couch to find out. We kept it from our parents until the end of summer. They were understandably shocked, my dad flipped out a bit at the idea of his baby girl having a boyfriend but he trusted Edward more than any other boy in Forks so he agreed that I could have done a lot worse and over time came to accept Edward as my boyfriend and not just our neighbour and my best friend.

It was an amazing two years. We had our problems, like all couples, but we made it through together. Some people at school had been less than impressed that the gorgeous Edward Cullen was off the market but they eventually left us alone after a couple of months when they realised trying to split us up wasn't working. I thought that we were forever. He told me he loved me six months into our relationship and I replied that I loved him too. It wasn't perfect but it was perfect to me. That was until the end of the summer before we went to college.

We had been inseparable for that summer. We spent almost every waking minute with the other but two days before he was due to leave to go to Dartmouth he told me that he didn't want to be tied down with a girlfriend who was living on the other side of the country while he was at college. He said that he did love me but he wasn't sure if he was still in love with me, it was more like a friendly love apparently. I was shocked to say the least but I refused to let him see me cry. We had spent the last year coming up with ideas on how to help our relationship survive while we were on opposite sides of the country and reassuring the other that we could stay together through it all. That had all been in vain evidently but I still refused to cry. I simply nodded and walked away. The last thing I said to him before I left was "Goodbye." I couldn't say anything else. It was too hard and I would have started crying right there and then on his front porch.

I went to college anyway at the University of California and there I had met Alice and Rosalie, my roommates, who soon became my best friends and they helped me through so much. We had all had our drama but we made it through it all with the help of the other two.

But they weren't here to help me now. I had to somehow survive the next couple of days on my own and it had been made so much worse, thanks to the guy sat next to me.

I was jolted out of my reverie by the plane beginning to take off. I wasn't the best flyer normally but now my nerves were fried and I unthinkingly grabbed onto the arm rest between us. It wasn't until we'd reached cruising height that I realised I hadn't grabbed the armrest but rather Edward's hand that had been on the armrest. I quickly let go of it but not before I felt the same strange current passing between us that had been so familiar when I was younger. He was looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. His beautiful green eyes that I used to know so well were now almost undecipherable to me. I turned back to the film and tried to immerse myself in its story but it was almost half way through and I had no idea what was going on. I turned it off but kept my headphones in, trying to show him that I did not want to talk. I tried sleeping but gave up after ten minutes because my mind was wouldn't shut down.

I was able to ignore him until the cabin crew began serving us lunch and I had to take my headphones out to hear them. Once I had my food I tried to put them back in but Edward stopped me. I turned to my food, doing my best to ignore him but it was very difficult, especially when he started talking to me.

"Bella, please, look at me. I want to tell you something but I can't do that unless you look at me." I still refused, glaring down at my food. "Come on, you owe me at least that much."

That did it.

"I owe you?! How dare you! It was you who ended it, remember? It was you who didn't want to even try to make it work. So what exactly do I owe you for? Breaking my heart, making me feel worthless and unlovable? I owe you nothing." He looked surprised at my outburst, I was never one to snap like that but I couldn't help it. "If you think for one second, that I'm just going to sit here and listen to your lies for your own entertainment then you have another thing coming. I've changed. I'm not the silly little girl I was at 18. I know what becoming close to you or even listening to you will do to me when you leave again so let's just not even go there. I'm tired of being treated like shit by guys who are not even worth the effort."

Even I was surprised now. I don't know where that came from exactly but it probably had something to do with all of my exes, all of whom were complete and utter bastards, including the one sitting next to me, and they all treated me like shit in the end, I was just too blind to see it when we were together.

He seemed to recoil a bit, most likely in shock that the once shy and timid Bella that he knew was now telling him to effectively piss off. I turned back to my food and began to pick at it. I was not very hungry to begin with and the crappy airplane food certainly wasn't making me want to eat any more.

Silence stretched between us for a while. It was not until they had returned to take our plates that there was any sound between us. We were told by the pilot that we were about to begin our decent into SeaTac airport when he tried to talk to me again. I turned to glare at him once more but he spoke before I could say anything.

"I'm sorry."

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