A/N: Normal disclaimer applies. We do not own Twilight. That all belongs to Stephenie Meyer, but the plot belongs to us.

The response we have been getting for this story has been phenomenal! And the Pitchforks I was expecting because of Chapter 3 weren't that sharp! Most of you want to hurt Mike (and a few people from our Facebook group want to give him some pretty nasty diseases!) I can honestly say those Mike haters should appreciate this chapter.

Chapter 3 also brought out the tears. I cried like a baby cause Shannon really brought out what being tormented/bullied feels like.

So, let's check in with Bella and see what was going on in her mind when Newton decided to be the douche of the century! Some of this chapter will repeat a bit of what happened with Edward, but I know that we need to see what was going on in Bella's mind at the same time.

BPOV

I was having a hard time believing that junior year was half over. My last mid-term was written and I just waiting on a text from Edward to let me know he was done with his so that I could tell him where to meet me. I didn't have to wait long and I told him to meet me at our favorite coffee shop.

I walked into Buy the Bean and took a deep breath. The smell of fresh coffee and pastries was very welcoming. I stepped up to the counter and ordered myself a tea, a coffee for Edward and a few of the blueberry muffins I knew Edward liked. I took a seat at a table off to the side of the shop.

I had just sat down and took a sip of my coffee when he walked in. My heart thumped a bit. I had finally started to admit to myself that maybe I was indeed falling in love with my best friend. I didn't know how to tell him. But I was going to take my time and hope for the best.

He smiled down at me and gave me a peck on the cheek. My face flushed a bit, oh how I wish he would just kiss me on the lips.

Once I composed myself, I smiled back at him. "Hey handsome. I got our coffee and I figured you would want some of their orgasmic muffins." I felt a little bold and winked at him too. He looked a little stunned, which was promising.

We bantered back and forth a bit, me blushing the whole time. I was about to say something a little more suggestive than normal when he got a determined look in his eye.

"Look Bella. I was just wondering. What would you…" He didn't get to finish what he was about to ask when fucking Mike Newton walked in and opened his big egotistical fat head mouth. I didn't even hear half of what he was saying. All I could hear was the blood rushing through my head from the anger building higher and higher. Whatever he was saying had almost the entire place looking at Edward like he was a bug. I glanced over at Edward and I was horrified to see his eyes red like he was on the verge of tears and my anger soared. I didn't know what I was going to do or say, but I was going to go over and give Newton a piece of my mind and maybe a foot up his ass. My Police Chief dad taught me a few things growing up and I knew I could take Newton if I needed to. Before I got a foot away, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Edward moving to stand up. But he got his foot caught on the leg of his chair and he went sprawling on the floor. I gasped and immediately fell onto my knees beside him, tears springing to my eyes.

"Oh God, Edward, baby are you okay?" I asked as I ran my fingers over his face. But he wouldn't look at me.

"Bella, please. I have to go. Just leave me alone." He pushed me away, climbed up off the floor and took off. I was able to pull myself up off the floor into one of the chairs. I could hear the snickers all around and I felt my anger bubbling again.

Mike decided to saunter over to me and offer his fake sympathy. "Oh Bella, sorry to see fatass fall on his fat ass like that. So what do you say, you and I grab a coffee to go and head over to your place?" He asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

My anger surged and I stood. I reared back and swung my open hand so that it would connect with his cheek as hard as possible. I hit him so hard his head snapped back and he almost fell over.

"You, Mike Newton are a fucking parasite." I screamed at him. I could feel the angry tears starting to flow. But I didn't stop, I was on a roll. "You are the most insensitive, vomit inducing douche bag I have ever encountered in my entire life. If you come within 5 feet of me ever again, not only will your scrotum be detached from your body, but you will also be slapped so hard with a restraining order, your head will spin faster than it did just now."

He was looking at me wide eyed, his hand covering where I had slapped him, I could see swelling and a bruise already forming. I heard a snicker from behind me. I whirled around and saw Tyler Crowley standing there, with an appreciative look on his face.

"So Bella, since you made it clear that you don't want Newton, how about dinner with me?"

My mouth fell open. Was he fucking serious?

"Crowley, you are fucking lucky my hand hurts, cause I would be slapping the shit out of you right now for that comment. What I just said to Newton, goes for you too. Stay the fuck away from me, and if I hear about either of you or any of your frat buddies saying another fucking word to or even about Edward, I will make sure my father pulls some strings so that the bodies are not found!"

I ran out of the coffee shop and spent the next hour trying to find Edward. Over the next few days I tried calling, texting, and even stopping by his house. But it was clear that he was avoiding me. I was worried that he thought I was on Mike's side during the bullshit in the coffee shop.

I had trouble sleeping and when I did, it was because I had cried myself into exhaustion. After a week I was all but ready to give up. Finally, a week later, he sent me a text saying that he needed to see me. Through my tears I told him to come over. I paced in front of my door waiting for him to arrive. When he finally knocked on my door, I swung it open and launched myself at him. I wrapped my arms as tight as I could around him and buried my face in his neck. God, he smelled good. He wrapped his arms around me and I had never felt more at peace in my life. It was like I was meant to be in his arms. I realized then, that I had fallen completely in love with him. My heart stuttered as I thought of how I was going to tell him. He would need to know.

I invited him in and took a deep breath. I would let him tell me whatever he needed to say, and then I would suck it up and tell him that I was in love with him. I wasn't going to waste any time. But before I could finish building the courage, he shattered me.

"Sweetheart, I have to do something for myself. The other day, with Newton and Crowley, showed me that I can't deal with being here, around them, anymore. I can't listen to their words anymore Bell. I'm transferring schools. I leave for Chicago tomorrow morning."

I felt the tears building and before I could stop them, they were spilling over. I launched myself at him again, straddling his lap and burying my face into his neck. The tears continued to fall as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I felt his hand slip underneath the back of my shirt, touching my skin and I shuddered. It just felt so right.

Through my tears I begged him not to go. I didn't want to lose my best friend and the only person I had ever loved before we even had a chance to see if we could be more. Before I even had a chance to tell him that I was in love with him.

Saying goodbye to my best friend was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. He explained to me why he needed to go and swore to me that he would keep in contact with me as much as possible. It was still so hard to let him walk out of my apartment, but I knew I needed to let him go. Just like my Mom would say, if you love something let it go. Well, I was going to see if that saying was true.

I tried one last time to get him to stay longer, I even begged him to stay the night with me. But I knew the longer he stayed the harder it would be for him to leave, and I didn't want to make this harder for him than it already was.

I wrapped my arms around him and told him how much I was going to miss him.

"God Bell, I'm gonna miss you too." He looked down at me and rested his forehead against mine. I looked up into his green eyes one more time. Before I could understand what was happening, his lips were on mine. I froze for a moment, but realized again, just how right it felt. With a sigh I melted into him. As he pulled away I could see what I thought was love shining in his eyes, but I knew I had to let him go.

He gently removed my hands from his neck and pecked them lightly with a kiss.

"Be careful in Chicago, Edward. I'll see you soon, okay?" I could barely get the words out, the tears threatening to overflow once again.

"Bye sweetheart. I'll let you know when I arrive." I nodded and he turned and walked out of my apartment. As soon as the door was closed I crumpled onto the floor and let the sobs that were stuck in my chest escape. I leaned my head on the door.

"Please, no. I love you…" I whispered to my now empty apartment.

The next 24 hours were a mess for me. I just moped around my apartment as I waited for a text or an email from Edward to let me know that he had arrived safe in Chicago.

Finally just before 7:30 I got an email. He told me he had arrived safe and that he was settling in okay. As I read through the email my sobs started anew. Did he really feel the same way about me? I knew I shouldn't reply to him when I was that upset. I wiped my eyes and stepped away from the computer, I would get myself something to eat, let myself calm down and then I would reply.

I ordered some take out from the Chinese place down the block from my apartment and then walked over. There was a little bit of a line when I got there, but because of my suddenly free social calendar, I didn't care about the wait. I glanced at the small crowd as I took my place in line and my vision went red. Standing a few people in front of me were Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the anger from overflowing. But it didn't work. Jessica was looking around the small waiting area and noticed me right away. She pointed me out to Mike and he had the nerve to smirk at me.

"Holy crap Bella, you look like shit. Are you sick?" Jessica asked, fake concern lacing her voice.

"No, I'm not, but looking at your friend there does bring on enough stomach upset that I could vomit."

His face went a bit red. "Are you still pissed off about that shit with Cullen in the coffee shop? Fat ass deserved it, no one should be that fat and not expect to be shit on for it. Bella you need to get over it, siding with Cullen is social suicide."

I felt my anger surging again as I stalked over to him. "I would rather be a social reject than a fucknut douche bag with a tiny dick!" I shouted causing many people to look over at us with varying looks of shock on their faces.

He had the nerve to smirk again. "If you wanted to find out how big my dick is, all you'd have to do is ask." Jessica slapped his arm and giggled a little bit. I gave her a withering look and she closed her mouth.

"I would rather be sodomized with a splintered baseball bat than come anywhere near your moldy dick!" I shocked myself with what my mind was spewing out of my mouth.

Mike went a bit red again. "Look here you little bitch. I fucking own that school. I can make your life a living hell."

"Really, Mike? How about I tell my Police Chief father and his friends that live in and around Seattle about that threat you just made against me?" His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open a little bit. I snickered a little. God who knew being a raging bitch would feel so good.

I moved to turn away, I was done with anything to do with Mike Newton. Before I could turn away completely, he grabbed my arm, yanked me close to him and squeezed to the point of pain. "You know, you and Cullen deserve each other, a foul mouthed bitch and a fat ass. Pretty good combination if you ask me."

Anger clouded my mind again as I looked down at his grimy hand on my arm. "Don't fucking touch me." I growled as I pulled my free hand into a fist and swung. I connected with the center of Mike's face, and as I watched blood flow out of his now crooked nose, I silently thanked my Dad for teaching me how to throw a right hook. Mike crumpled to the ground, his face in his hands moaning. Jessica gasped and fluttered around him.

I looked down at the both of them and gave them both a sad smile.

"Hey Mike, make sure when you tell your fuckwit buddies that you tried to assault me that you also tell them that you got your ass handed to you by a girl almost a foot shorter than you." With that I turned on my heel, walked out of the restaurant and went back to my apartment to put some ice on my throbbing hand. I thought putting Mike in his place would help me feel better, but it really didn't. I was still going to miss Edward and I was going to be alone. All it really left me with was a sore hand.

I gave my Dad a courtesy call and told him what happened. He was upset that I used violence, but then asked if I had made sure to tuck my thumb. I just shook my head and told him I did it exactly as he taught me.

I made myself a quick bite to eat since I didn't actually get the Chinese food that I had ordered and then sat back down at my computer to reply to Edward's email.

From: Isabella Swan

Sent: Sunday January 13, 2013 8:45PM

To: Edward Cullen

Subject: RE: Hey Bell

Edward,

You've only been gone about 24 hours and I already miss you more than anything. We should be sitting on my couch watching some cheesy movie and eating popcorn, instead of you being more than 2000 miles away from me.

I miss you so much.

I can't believe you were going to ask me out on a real date. I could hit Mike Newton for that… Oh wait, I already did that. (LONG STORY) For the record, I would have said yes without a second thought! Going out with you on a real date would have made me extremely happy. Dinner and a movie? Where were you going to take me? What movie were we going to see?

How deep do your feelings run? Cause if they are anything like mine for you, then it must be pretty deep?

Could I ever love someone like you? Do you mean someone who is kind, caring, smart, funny and one of the sweetest people I know? How about you answer me this first… could you ever love someone like me?

Please don't let Chicago change you. Come back to me okay?

I am going to head to bed early and try to sleep, for some reason for the last week I haven't been sleeping well.

I miss you more than words can truly express.

Always,

Your Bella

I logged off of my computer and started to get ready for bed. I tried to think of his reaction to the email, would he understand what I was trying to say? Was he trying to say the same thing to me? It took me forever to get my brain to shut down enough for me to relax and for me to fall asleep. I didn't know what the rest of the school year would bring me. But I knew it was going to be lonely without my Edward. How was I going to get through without him?

A/N: Well… who needs a tissue again? It was so hard to write their goodbye. But it really needed to be done. And don't worry… they WILL stay in touch.

Okay, yes, Bella went completely out of character when she flipped out on Mike… personally, I don't think she did enough!