A/N: So, many of you have sent me messages wondering why Edward was yelling at the end of chapter 14, or why he just moved as far away from Bella in the last chapter. Well, because of your many (justified) questions, I decided to insert this chapter as seen through Edward's eyes. This will cover the last two chapters, just from Edward's POV. I hope you all enjoy, and I promise, chapter 17 will have the families actually leaving for vacation. And one more promise about the vacation, there will be romance (but I'm not saying for who).

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DISCLAIMER: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing TWILIGHT related, and this statement is really getting old, because by now, we all know this thing.

EPOV

March 31

I woke up today thinking that this last day of school was going to be so great. In just 24 short hours, my family and my best friends would all be boarding an airplane to the sunshine state and having seven days of fun in the sun. The thought of having seven days with my friends, but especially Bella, was so thrilling. I don't know why, but for the last couple weeks, I have been happier when I've been around Bella, almost giddy actually.

The last few nights for me have been spent dreaming about Bella. I was surprised the first time it happened this time. I mean, when I first met Bella and when we were going out in November, I dreamed about her all the time. Since Thanksgiving though, I hadn't dreamed about Bella more than having her pass by me in a hallway or eating lunch at our table. Now, she was staring in my nightly dreams. Bella would always be looking as beautiful as she usually is, but she had a lot more confidence. She always would tell me that I had been an idiot and then grab my hand and lead me somewhere where the two of us would be alone. Sometimes we would just kiss, other times we would do more. I started waking up with a sheen of sweat on my skin, and sometimes, my pajama bottoms would require a good run through the washer.

I got ready for school today with my mind on last night's dream.

I had been walking down a beach with the sun beating down on my back and shoulders. I kept walking, letting my feet touch where the shore met the water. I was walking when I would come across where Bella would be lying out in the sun on a beach towel. She was wearing a navy blue bikini with her hair pinned up on the top of her hear. She smiled up at me and pat the sand beside her. I happily sat beside her as we watched that water come in and land near our feet. We talked about many different things until after the sun was setting. As the stars started to appear above us, I noticed that Bella's arms were covered in goose bumps. I placed my arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me, allowing us to look up at the stars as we cuddled. I finally got the courage to pull her to face me. I leaned in towards her and she leaned in towards me. Our lips touched very softly. We pulled away to glance into each other's eyes, and returned back into one another so we shared a passionate kiss. We leaned back so our sides were back on the sand. We only pulled our lips away so each of us could grab a breath of air and then returned to making out on the beach. Bella's hands would trace imaginary lines up and down my sides, eventually landing low on my hips. My fingertips would trace wavy lines along her sides, back, and stomach. Eventually, my hands would rest around her back and land just above her butt. She sighed contentedly and leaned her head against my chest to listen to my racing heart. Just before I woke up, I leaned down towards Bella's ear to whisper "I love you, Bella."

Somehow, I managed to finish getting ready for school. Somehow, I had discovered my true feelings for Bella, but I knew that I had hurt Bella too much last November for her to give me a second chance. I was just surprised that she was willing to still be my friend after I acted like an idiot. Still, Bella always had an amazing heart, and she had said that our friendship was something that couldn't be replaced or thrown away, so here we were. I was in love with my best friend, and she was probably thinking that she was wasting her time being friends with a guy like me. I always hoped that Lauren would turn out to be just as loving and wonderful as Bella, but, Lauren would only be loving and wonderful to herself. She only cared about me because I was on the basketball team.

Tomorrow, I would get to spend every moment with Bella, and I was determined to see that I was really a great guy, even if I did break her heart a few months ago. I would show her that I could be sweet, caring, and loving. I would protect her from all harm, so she would never feel pain again.

I had been doing this a little bit in the last few weeks. I had noticed Mike Newton checking Bella out again. He looked at her like a piece of meat. I had heard a few weeks ago that he told all his friends that he slept with Bella and that she was so "good in bed" that he was going to get her back. He made me sick. He really had to learn what rejection meant, because I knew Bella would never go back out with him. At least I was pretty sure she wouldn't.

The day seemed to fly by, until study hall. This was becoming my favorite and least favorite class all day. It was my favorite class because Bella and I usually sat side by side, with our heads just inches from one another so we could work on math homework. Sometimes, Bella would even help me study for a test in science or social studies. I think she figured she had to make it up to me because I was always helping her with math, but I really didn't mind. It gave me another good excuse to sit right beside her and breathe in her scent. Sometimes we'd be able to tell little jokes to one another that would have us giggling silently whenever we'd meet each other's eyes. It was some of the best 45 minutes of the school day for me.

It was also some of the worst 45 minutes of the school day because Mike Newton was just on the other side of Bella. Some days, he would make no effort to hide his staring at Bella. He would practically undress her with his eyes. I would glare at him, and sometimes that even worked to make him stop momentarily. Bella was oblivious to his gaping most of the time, at least I hope she was. She didn't deserve to waste her time worrying about Mike Newton. He would make exaggerated movements in order to touch Bella too. Sometimes he would drop his pencil, and when he would bend down to pick it up, he would make sure to rub and feel up Bella's legs. It took all my self control to not jump over Bella and punch out all his teeth.

So here we were in study hall with just 45 minutes until spring break would officially start. I had a sports magazine in front of me, and Bella held a copy of one of her many favorite books. She was staring at the pages in front of her, but I could tell her mind was racing about something other than the characters on the pages. She was probably thinking about our upcoming vacation, but I didn't know what she would be thinking of besides going to the beaches. That was all she voiced her opinion about during lunches. I glanced back at my magazine, but my mind was recreating the images of last night's dream. I wondered if Bella did in fact own a blue bikini. I glanced over at Bella again and noticed that Mike was once again gaping at her. I glared at him, but instead of turning around, he glared back. He seemed to be threatening me silently, but I wasn't afraid of this pathetic excuse for a human being so I would smirk back at him.

I stopped caring about my magazine. I just wanted the bell to ring so Bella and I could get to our lockers and go home. We would be able to finish packing and get ready for a flight tomorrow. But Mike was up to something. I tried to glare at Mike, hoping to look deadly or dangerous, but he just continued to glare back at me. My concentration was broken when I heard Bella sigh, loudly. Unfortunately, her sigh was loud enough to command the attention of the teacher in charge of our study hall. The teacher looked up and saw Mike and I glaring at one another. She stood up and addressed us, "Gentlemen… Is there a problem up there?"

I was able to gain my composure faster than "boy wonder" Newton and answered her as sweetly as I could manage. "No ma'am. We're just really looking forward to spring break." I caught Mike's glare as he had been about to speak and smiled down at the teacher with the best of my abilities.

Mike, trying hard not to be outdone decided he needed to add to my comment. "Yeah. It's just that this day has just dragged on so long today. I promise we'll get back to work now." Mike pretended to get back to work by turning in his seat to face the book in front of him. But his eyes were looking at Bella. I looked back at him and mouthed the words "back off" over Bella's head as the teacher sat down and went back to reading her magazine. Bella looked up at the teacher and then back at her book, never glancing in Mike's or my direction . I only glanced at Mike a few more times before the bell finally rang.

I sighed with relief as I pushed my chair back and stood up. I looked over to Bella to help her get rid of Mike and noticed that Mike had grabbed her book bag. Bella looked confused but held out her hand in an attempt to get her bag back. Mike spoke to her with malice in her voice. "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 need to give us some privacy." I noticed that he said the last part in my direction, not Bella's.

I couldn't help it. I growled at Mike. I don't know where it came from, but this boy was getting on my nerves and he had no right to talk to Bella, let alone talk to her alone. Bella looked back at me and I realized that she must have noticed my growl. She turned back to Mike, and I knew she was upset and angry. The tone in her voice when she spoke to Mike proved that quickly. "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 friend 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 was getting as angry as Bella. I had hoped that the story Mike had been telling people wouldn't get back to Bella. I had hoped that she wouldn't have to face the pain or hear reminders of what a creep he is. But, she obviously had, and that angered me even more. I hadn't been able to protect her from Mike's big mouth, and now she was having to deal with him all over again. There was a crowd gathering around us. They too were enchanted by this situation. Apparently they all wanted to see a drama unfold before they headed off for a week-long vacation.

Mike snarled back at Bella. Obviously, with the crowd hearing everything Bella had just said, his credibility and reputation were on the line. He stood menacingly in front of her as he spoke, "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 reached out and roughly grabbed Bella's arm. I noticed right away that he was not being gentle with her, and in fact would probably leave a bruise on her arm where his fingers wrapped around he skin.

Finally, I had to say something. "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." I glared at him, and it was taking all of my control to not step around Bella and force Mike to let Bella go. I wanted to rip his hand from his body so he had no choice but to let go. Unfortunately, Mike's only response was to grip Bella's arm harder which caused her to whimper and wince in pain.

"Please Mike, just go. Leave me alone!" I could tell Bella was forcing herself to not cry, but the tears were starting to build up in her eyes.

Mike started laughing like a maniac who had seriously lost his mind. "If you think I'm just going to let you go Bella, you're crazy." I almost laughed because Bella wasn't the one who sounded like they were nuts. "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 almost laughed again when I realized he was calling me a boy. I was almost six inches taller than him and had more muscle development. It was easy to see who would win a fight, but he had the audacity to call me a boy.

Bella looked up at Mike in horror as she began to realize that Mike was starting to look and sound insane. People around us began shouting and murmuring about the situation. I recognized Angela Webber's voice when she shouted for people to get some help. She must have noticed the pain on Bella's face, because she ran from the room in search of someone to help her as Mike began yanking roughly on Bella's arm. If he wasn't careful, he was going to pull the arm completely out of socket and then Bella would be miserable for her entire vacation, maybe even longer. I had to do something quick before he hurt my Bella. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I jumped over Bella and landed on Mike. Unfortunately, when I landed on Mike, his hand had been wrapped so firmly around Bella's arm that the force from my jump caused his hand to pull her arm out of socket when I landed on him. Luckily, though, it also caused him to release her arm, but not before the damage had been done. Bella cried out in pain from behind me, but I had to make this idiot pay for what he did to Bella. People around us started shouting, but all my ears could hear were Bella's cries of pain as she fell to the ground.

I quickly pinned Mike's arms to his side with my legs. I straddled his waist so that my knees kept his arms locked firmly in place. With his upper body incapacitated, I used my arms and started hitting him with all my strength, connecting with every punch. I hit his ribs, his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, his shoulders, his arms, and his stomach. When I connected with his nose, I could feel and hear it break beneath my fist. Blood spurted out from his nostrils and went everywhere. I heard girls around us squeal as some of his blood landed on their "precious clothes." I continued to land punches until finally Mike started begging for me to stop. I couldn't believe I had let my temper get away from me. I let my hand fall to my side.

I kept my voice as even as possible, but I was disappointed in myself, and still incredibly angry with Mike. "See, some of us know what the words 'stop' and 'no' mean. Maybe now, you're listen when a young lady, or anyone for that matter, tells you to stop." I stood up and turned back to Bella. I glanced down at her, realizing that some of Mike's blood had even landed on her. Bella usually passes out from the sight and smell of blood and I could see her straining to take deep breaths through her mouth. Bella was looking down at my shirt, which confused me at first. I looked down at my sweater and noticed that it was covered in blood. If I was going to be beside her, I was going to have to get rid of the sweater, so I ripped it from my body, leaving me in a tight white T shirt.

I ran over to where she was sitting, easily forgetting about Mike Newton who laid bleeding on the floor behind me. I could tell that Bella was close to losing consciousness from both the blood and the pain caused by her arm. I remember my uncle telling me that the best way to help patients is to keep them awake as much as possible. I looked down at Bella's arm and realized that I was part of the reason it was hanging lifelessly beside her. I could hear Coach James running into the room with Angela. I felt so guilty for the entire scene in the room as Bella looked back at me.

She continued to astound me when she asked if I was hurt and okay. It amazed me that here she was sitting with a dislocated shoulder, and she was asking if I was okay. It made me laugh. "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." She tried to smile back at me, but I could tell the pain was really getting to her. She was pale in the face.

I looked up and noticed Coach James looked more upset than when we lose a basketball game. He was almost whispering when he said, "Oh my God…" He instructed Angela to get to the office and have them call for an ambulance. Bella was definitely going to be spending some time in the hospital this spring break, and it was all my fault. I looked down at her with shame on my face. That was when I noticed that her eyes were starting to close. I pulled out my cell phone so Coach could call Bella's parents. I had just handed him the phone when I put my lips just beside Bella's ears.

"Please Bella. Stay away. Stay with me my beautiful Bella… Please…" I was holding back my hysterics as I noticed Bella slipping into unconsciousness. I heard a strangled yell sound from behind me as I felt something crash into my body. A yell escaped my throat as my body was thrown down a few steps. When I was able to look up, I noticed that Mike had leaped on top of me while I was busy with Bella. He was hitting my sides, but unfortunately for Mike, most of his strength had been spent knocking me off my perch near Bella. I was about to push Mike off of me when Coach James easily picked him off of me and threw him down the remaining steps where he laid unconscious. I went back to where Bella was lying and held her hand until the paramedics arrived.

Sirens sounded a few minutes later and two paramedics came rushing into the room. At first they rushed over to where Mike laid. Coach James shouted over to them. "He just had a broken nose and passed out. He'll be fine, but this girl is seriously injured. Deal with her, I'll deal with the boy." He walked over to where Mike was lying and held some smelling salt under his nose. I could see him muttering low to Mike. Mike looked entirely terrified, but he would live and with a week to heal, most of the bruises I gave him would be gone.

The paramedics however, had the tough time of deciding whether or not they could set Bella's arm without doing more damage. Apparently, they thought she might have some torn ligaments on top of a dislocated shoulder. They eventually settled for just loading her onto a stretcher and hoping that the emergency room doctor would be able to help her without doing any more damage. I held her good hand as we loaded her up into the ambulance. Because I wasn't family, they wouldn't let me ride with Bella. I ran to where Emmett and our friend were waiting by the jeep. I quickly told them what happened and soon we were speeding down the highway behind the ambulance. We arrived very shortly after the ambulance and I rushed from the jeep into the emergency room hoping to catch up with Bella. Unfortunately, Emmett was the only one they would let in to see her. He came out a few minutes later and grabbed me. He pulled me into the room, having cleared it with the doctors. He said something about calling his mom and dad, and I realized I never got my cell phone back from Coach James.

I sat beside Bella as she laid on the hospital bed with her arm wrapped and in a sling. They had reset her arm, but she was still unconscious. She looked so broken, yet she still was beautiful. She was an angel. And I had failed her again today. I couldn't believe that I was part of the reason she was lying in front of me unconscious. Part of me realized that I had to stop Mike because he would have hurt her eventually, but I still couldn't get over the fact that I was the reason Bella was lying in a hospital bed. I sat in the uncomfortable chair that is always in a hospital room.

I held her good hand and whispered Bella's name. They had hooked Bella to a bunch of different monitors, including a heart monitor. I beeped steadily while I whispered to her. I told her that I was sorry for hurting her, for not protecting her. I told her that I loved her, and that she had to get better. I would never live with myself if she had permanent damage because of this incident. I squeezed her hand every so often, hoping that by applying pressure every now and then would help wake her up.

I saw her face pull taut and I realized she was beginning to wake up. Her body was probably starting to feel the pain. I was about to get up to get a doctor, but decided that Bella would be less panicked if there was someone here she knew when she did in fact open her eyes. I could see her nostrils flaring as she would breathe deeply. I worried that when she woke up and saw me sitting beside her, she would get upset because she would know that I was not worth her time anymore. I don't know what I would do if she decided she didn't care about me anymore.

It seemed like the heart monitors were monitoring my heart rate. I realized that Bella was starting to panic for whatever reason. I decided to act quickly and hopped up onto the bed. I wrapped my arms around her frail body as carefully as possible, because I wanted her to know that she wasn't alone. "Shhh.. Bella, relax. You need to relax. I'm here. Just relax. Can you hear me, my Bella?" I almost smacked my head when I realized I called her 'my Bella' aloud. But apparently, Bella was able to calm down from the sound of my voice, because she began breathing deeply and her heart rate began dropping towards the normal range.

Bella opened her eyes to look around the room. She finally looked up and met my eyes. I smiled back at her hoping that she would be able to stay calm. "Edward?" she said up at me. "What's going on? Why am I in the hospital? Why does my arm feel like it went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson?" I had to smile sadly, because at first I thought that Bella had lost her memory. I hoped that this was just confusion from just waking up in a strange room. I retold the story of what had happened at the end of study hall today. I explained what happened after she lost consciousness. I told her how Mike had tackled me when I was looking over her body, and how Coach James threw him down the stairs.

I watched her face fall as she heard the whole story. I think she may have remembered some of the story on her own, but I wasn't sure. I was sure that she was about to tell me that I needed to leave her alone, forever. I wasn't good enough for her, and she was going to tell me that. She looked up at my face and noticed the slight bruise I had on my cheek from where Mike's fist connected with my skin. I would probably have a black eye, but that wasn't what bothered me. I was going to be more hurt when Bella told me never to speak or be around her again.

"Are you okay, Edward?" she asked me. She reached her hand up to graze my bruised cheek. When her soft skin touched me I flinched slightly and pulled away from her. I didn't deserve her. She deserved better. Maybe if I wasn't around her she would be safe and healthy. I pulled away from her and left the bed. I moved toward the lone window that was in the room. I quietly told her I was fine, but didn't turn to face her. I didn't want her to see the tears that were forming in my eyes. I wouldn't let her see how much it hurt me to pull away from her. I just wanted to hold her forever. Finally, I was able to pull myself together and I turned back to Bella. I saw the hurt in her eyes, and walked slowly over to the chair beside her bed. I waited for her to tell me to leave, but she never did. I took a seat and kept my hands in my lap.\

I didn't reach out to touch her again. Knowing me, I would just hurt her again. I should just leave. She would be better off if I left her alone. I wasn't anything special. I was just a guy that she had a few classes with at school. Surely, she wouldn't be upset with me leaving. She'd probably be happy that she wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.

I noticed Bella's face still showed the signs that she was in some pain. I pushed her call button and a nurse quickly appeared with more medicine for Bella. Bella looked like she was about to fall asleep. The medicine was doing its job well, and I could see her relaxing into the bed further.

Suddenly, Renee and Charlie came into the room. Coach James was coming into the room with them. Coach James seemed to know that I would be here and held out my cell phone to me. He looked over at Bella with a strained expression. He sighed deeply as the doctor came into the room. The doctor was my uncle Carlisle. He was explaining all that had happened to Bella. He also told them that Bella needed to stay here for the night. Then, she would be released in the morning. At least Bella would still be able to go on vacation. I would have to stay away from her, and maybe, just maybe, she would have a great vacation.

I watched her fall asleep with a smile on her face. She had a beautiful smile that no one else's could compare to. I let my heart wish that the reason she has a smile on her face was because she was thinking or dreaming about me, but I knew better. There was no reason that the angel in front of me would ever dream happily about a monster like me. Unless it was a nightmare. But my heart refused to give up that hope. My heart was inequitably in love with Bella. Why did it take a tragedy to make my brain realize it? I knew that now, there was no way I would want a life without Bella. And I knew that tonight, Bella would once again be in my dreams. And in my dreams, Bella and I could be happy and together.

Unfortunately, it would probably be only in my dreams.

A/N: Well, folks… there is Edward's perspective. I hope that helps clear up any of the misunderstandings that came up while you read the last few chapters. Next chapter, April 1st and the flight to Florida. Review please!