BELLA'S POV

My face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller ID.

What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritably. And most importantly, how come I still have her contact saved on my phone?

I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn't stop ringing me, I decided to pick up the damn call.

"What do you want?" I blurted out icily.

"Hello, bestie. It's been a while, don't you think?"

I scoffed. The idiot was speaking like we were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always claimed...