A/N: Well, we're up to April in this story. It's going by pretty quick. However, this chapter and the next few after will be about the one week vacation in Florida. I hope you will all continue to vote in the poll on when you want Edward and Bella to get back together. I have a couple more chapters before May, so who knows what will happen.

Anyway, I hope you all are enjoying your summer. My summer is almost at an end. I start back at school in a couple weeks. I hope that at that time you will all understand that my writing time will be cut drastically and that I will not be able to update that often. We're not there yet, so let's not dwell on the nasty side effects of teaching… And now, SPRING BREAK!

DISCLAIMER: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing TWILIGHT related. Please don't hold it against me and read my story nonetheless.

BPOV

March 31

The last couple days of school seemed to fly by. After the exciting dinner when our parents made the announcements to us, we were all hardly able to contain our excitement. We spent every available moment discussing the things we wanted to do most while in the "sunshine state." It would be a drastic change from our usual climate here in Washington. Personally, I was looking forward to just sitting along the shore and soaking up as much sunshine as possible. It was the one thing that I missed most from Phoenix. Emmett wanted to go to a water park and ride as many rides as possible. Alice of course wanted to shop. When she was done shopping she wanted to find more cute stores and shop again. Jasper said it didn't matter what he wanted to do, because he would be walking around with Alice, which means he would be spending his vacation shopping. Rose said she wanted to get a great tan, so she was willing to spend the day at the beach with me. Edward didn't have much of an opinion. He said he wanted to just spend time with all of us. I guess Lauren took up more of his time than even he realized.

Currently, I was sitting in my last period class, study hall. I was seated between Mike and Edward as usual. It was taking all of my energy to pretend to concentrate on the book in my hands. However, there was a million things running through my mind. I kept thinking of all the things I still needed to do in order to be ready for our flight tomorrow. I hadn't packed yet, and it didn't help that every time I started packing Alice would call me to give me a list of a thousand things that NEEDED to be packed. Then I thought of all the books I wanted to pack into my carry-on so that I had something to do on the plane. I knew that it would be utterly embarrassing to fall asleep in front of a cabin full of people, especially with my embarrassing habit of talking in my sleep.

Adding to my lack of concentration had to be the glares that were being passed above my head. I wasn't oblivious to the fact that Mike would still look my way throughout the day, or the fact that he would go out of his way to cross paths with me. He had even tried to talk to me a couple times in the hallway. However, Edward always seemed to lace his fingers with mine and pull me in the general direction of our next class. Edward had been overly protective since my little breakdown in my bedroom on my birthday. So today, while we were sitting in study hall, I kept noticing Mike's glances in my direction and then he would look over my head and glare at Edward, almost like he was threatening Edward. Edward in turn would glare back, as if accepting the challenge with a smirk.

I sighed a little too loudly, because the teacher's attention was brought up to our row and she noticed that Edward and Mike were not working. "Gentlemen? Is there a problem up there?"

Mike and Edward reluctantly tore their eyes away from each other to look down "innocently" at the teacher. "No ma'am. We're just really looking forward to spring break," Edward said as sweetly as possible.

Mike, trying hard to not be outdone spoke next. "Yeah. It's just that this day has just dragged on so long today. I promise we'll get back to work now." He grinned at the teacher as she sat back down.

"Well let's hope so gentlemen, because you two are disturbing those around you. So have some consideration for the others in this room who would like to get something accomplished during study hall today and be patient. The rest of us are in the same situation as you."

The last few minutes of study hall passed without too many more glares being passed over my head. There were a few, but at least Mike and Edward knew not to push it too much. Finally, after what seemed like the longest 45 minutes possible, the bell rang. Many students cheered. They, too, were excited about spring break and they were finally free. I stood up and started to gather my things, but Mike quickly grabbed my book bag. I looked up at him confused and extended my hand in order to grab my bag back from him.

"Don't worry, Bella. I'll give it back, but I want to walk you back to your locker. I want to talk to you, and your overzealous bodyguard needs to give us some privacy." He spoke the last part over my head at Edward, who I swear sounded like he was growling. I looked back at Edward, a little startled, and turned back to Mike.

"Mike, there is nothing to talk about. You didn't respect me, and that was that. We broke up. Accept it and move on. You've already told your friends your own version of the story, but I don't care. I know the truth. You didn't listen when I said 'no' and now we're not together. Now, give me back my bag." I used all my self-control to keep myself from yelling. This didn't stop the others in the room from starting to gather around our little group to watch the drama.

"No, Bella. I will not just move on. You WILL walk with me and you WILL talk to me. Now, let's get you to your locker." He roughly grabbed at my arm. Once his hand curled around my arm, I could almost feel my skin and muscles bruising. It took more self-control to not scream out. However, before I could object to Mike, Edward was speaking behind me.

"Let her go, Newton. She said 'no'. And apparently, your English teacher needs to really review that word with you, because you still don't understand it. Now, let go of her arm and back away from her." Edward looked deadly as he spoke. It gave a good visual to the phrase 'if looks could kill'.

Mike grabbed my arm harder and I whimpered as I winced in pain. "Please Mike, just go. Leave me alone!"

Mike started laughing maniacally. "If you think I'm just going to let you go Bella, you're crazy. You're mine. You belong to me. I am not about to let you go with this boy. You will come with me NOW."

I looked up in horror at Mike. His eyes looked insane. He looked like he had finally lost his mind. Before I could scream for help Mike clamped his hand over my mouth and started pulling me towards the door. Someone in the crowd around us started shouting to get some help. It was Angela. I could see her running away from the circle of spectators running to find someone to help us.

Mike was practically pulling my arm out of its socket as I tried to plant my feet and stop his movement. I could feel Edward's eyes behind me as he was watched Mike begin pulling me towards the door. Then, I felt a huge jerk in my arm, and I could see lights in my vision as my arm hung lifelessly from my shoulder. I cried out in pain as Mike's hand fell away from my mouth and arm. Something had caused him to pull my arm completely out of socket. The pain had caused me to crumple onto the ground in a heap. Some people started shouting, crying out, and cheering.

I could barely see beyond the pain. However, what I saw astounded me. In front of me, Edward had leapt over top of me and the desks and pounced on Mike where Mike had been standing. Edward and Mike rolling around on the floor just past that, landing where Edward's momentum had carried them. Edward was punching Mike, and Mike was trying to punch Edward back. However, Edward had Mike's arms almost pinned to his sides with his legs, and Edward's arms were flailing about hitting Mike wherever they connected. In a split second, I saw Mike's nose break and blood started squirting from it, landing on chairs, desks, and people around them. I began to feel lightheaded as the scent hit my nose. I tried to breathe steadily through my mouth. I tried to speak to tell Edward and Mike to stop fighting. I didn't want Edward to do something he would regret later. But my pain and concentration on my breathing kept me from voicing anything.

Edward continued to hit Mike. Mike would sometime let out a scream. Once I heard Mike ask, no, practically beg Edward to stop. Surprisingly, Edward stopped. He looked down at Mike and spoke with as much distain in his voice as possible. "See, some of us know what the words 'stop' and 'no' mean. Maybe now, you'll listen when a young lady, or anyone for that matter, tells you to stop." Edward stood up and turned back to me. His eyes glazed over as he saw me crumpled onto the floor. I saw his sweater was covered in Mike's blood.

Edward seemed to understand what my eyes were noticing. He ripped the sweater from his body, leaving him in a tight white T shirt. He ran to where I was sitting and knelt over my body. I was starting to see many outlines of Edward and my head was starting to feel more and more fuzzy. I was whimpering without realizing it. I looked passed Edward as Coach James came running into the room with Angela. I looked back to Edward who looked guilty and upset.

"Edward," I breathed. "Are you all right? I mean, are you hurt?"

Edward began laughing. "Bella, I'm not the one with a dislocated arm. How come you're the one asking about me. I should ask if you're hurt anywhere beside your arm."

I tried to smile back at Edward, but my arm hurt too much. I heard Coach James yelling for everyone to clear out who wasn't covered in blood. Then I saw him look down at me with an enraged look in his eyes. He almost whispered, "Oh my God…" He told Angela to get to the front office and have the secretaries call an ambulance immediately. Edward was already pulling out a cell phone to call my parents. Edward kept trying to whisper to me, telling me to keep my eyes open. But my body had made up its mind, I fell into unconsciousness while I heard more people scream, and yell around me. The last thing I heard was a strangled yell from Edward's throat.

A/N: I know it's a bit of a cliffhanger, but I'm already writing the next part. I'll update later today or tomorrow. Review please. And don't forget to vote on my profile.