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Arizona's P.O.V

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I watched Mickie closely as she spoke about the day, and the lessons she had, nodding and smiling in response, not really paying attention to the words she was saying, I was too busy thinking about how lucky I was to call her mine.

The bell rang out above us, and, as I much as I didn't want too, I knew I had to leave this beautiful girl and head to my own form. "Alright gorgeous I better get off to form, I don't want to be late again." I joked, and watched as a light blush appeared on her cheeks. Mickie nodded in response, and I pulled her in for a quick hug. Over her shoulder I could see Courtney glaring at us, and if looks could kill I would definitely be dead. Pulling away from Mickie I had the need to kiss her, just quickly, almost to show everybody there that she was mine. I gave in to the need and gently pressed my lips to hers. I smiled one last time at her and headed off in the direction of my form.

I was still smiling as I made my way through the hallway. Even though I had only just left Mickie I was already missing her. It was crazy, that I missed her so much when we were apart. Maybe I was starting to fall for-

"Fuck!" I swore out loud as my back made contact with the cold brick wall followed by my head, the pain shot through me as I closed my eyes to hold back the tears of pain. Slowly the pain eased and I managed to open my eyes to immediately meet the glare of cold green ones. "What the hell?" I managed to keep my voice level as I pushed her arms off of my shoulders. My head was still pounding but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

"What are you doing with Mickie?" Even though I had never seen Courtney this angry I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my lips.

Lifting my right hand I pushed her back a little, hating the feeling of having her box me in against the wall. "What do you think I'm doing?" My smirk grew as the pure hate burned in her eyes.

In response Courtney slammed me even harder into the wall, "Stay the hell away from her Levy." She practically growled at me. I would be lying if I said she didn't intimidate me, she did, there was just something about her, but I'd be damned if I showed it.

I looked around us wondering why no one had yet to step between us, the answer was simple, no one was around, they were all in form and we were late. "I'd be careful if I were you Court, somebody might get the right, I mean the wrong, idea about you." As soon as the words came out I knew I had pushed it too far, I closed my eyes in anticipation for the pain I knew was imminent.

But no pain followed, I opened my eyes and was instantly grateful for the distance between Courtney and myself. But the look in Courtney's eyes scared me more than anything else. She looked calm. Calm was definitely not a good thing. I swallowed nervously as a small smile crept onto her face.

"You're going to regret that Levy." She told me simply before walking away, leaving me to wonder what she meant and to fully feel the physical pain of being slammed against the wall. I slide down the wall, my breathing elevated, and my head pounding. I wasn't scared easily but Courtney's words combined with her calm demeanour, scared me more than anything else had in this entire world.

I ran my hands through my hair and sat with my back against the wall for a few minutes. The bell rang out and I took that as my sign to get up, I had missed form but right now that was the least of my worries.

The rest of the morning passed slowly, I hadn't seen Courtney since our 'incident' this morning, and I couldn't be more thankful for that. Mickie was too adorable for words this morning, everybody wanted to know if it was true that we were dating, and Mickie answered each with a smile on her face. Her confidence seemed to be growing and growing, and I loved being here to help her.

The bell for lunch brought my happiness to an end. I didn't want to go, leave Mickie and head home. I sighed walking out of my classroom and made my way to the front of the building to meet Mickie. I wasn't waiting long when I felt her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me towards her, I smiled, even though she couldn't see me, from the warm embrace.

"Hey gorgeous." I greeted her, turning my head to the side to see her. I saw her blush but try to hide it behind her hair. She gave my cheek a quick peck before letting go of me and walking to my side.

"I missed you." I smiled at those three words, I was glad she missed me too, probably not as much as I had missed her though. She told me about her history class as we made our way to my car, walking slower than usual, neither one of us wanting to say goodbye to quickly.

When silence fell between us I decided to offer to stay here, "I don't have to go, I could always stay here." I told her just as we reached the student car park, and finding my car near the entrance we stood by it.

"Nope. It's your frees Ari, go enjoy, I'm seeing you tonight anyway." She answered, giving me a small smile.

I sighed dramatically, but I honestly did feel like that, "But that's tonight, and that's so far away." I moaned, causing her to laugh at me and in response I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me, not wanting to let her go.

"It really isn't." She told me, giving me a soft kiss and stepping out of my arms to my disappointment. "Now go. I'll see you tonight." We said our goodbyes and I reluctantly got into my car drove off in the direction of the town, not wanting to go home quite yet.

Stepping out into the town street, I realised that winter was definitely approaching, the weather was getting worse and worse. I made my way down the long street hoping to find a half empty cafe I could get a seat in, but not having such luck yet. I couldn't seem to brush off the feeling that I was being followed, I even turned around a few times, only to find people going along their normal days. I was just being paranoid, Courtney's words from earlier had just put me on edge, that was all.

Not being able to shake of the feeling of being followed I turned around, deciding to head home instead. I cursed Courtney for making me feel this way. I made my way to the last alley way which would lead to my car, it was long and curved so that you were unable to see the other side. I started to follow the path, when the overwhelming feeling of being followed hit me again, but this time when I turned around, I found I was right, someone was definitely following me, they had their hood up so their face couldn't be seen and kept a short distance from me.

Something about the person made me nervous, and I wanted nothing more than to get to my car as quickly as possible. I made my way around the curve of the alley way and was finally able to see the exit. My heart dropped upon seeing two more hooded figures in front of me, I swallowed and continued walking hoping it was just my paranoia giving me these awful thoughts.

Fear didn't even sink in as I was spun around and pushed into the wall of the walkway. It was a feeling of deja vu when the person standing in front of me pulled down their hood and I cam face to face with cold green eyes. I didn't know whether to feel relieved that it was just her, or scared beyond reason.

"Levy." Her tone was taunting, intimidating and send a chill down my spine. The two others from the end of the alley way walked over to us, pulling off their hoods also. Not surprisingly it was Marc and he's little sidekick Grayson.

Courtney was bad enough, but Marc too. Courtney and Marc both hated me for different reasons, and the both had short tempers. I didn't see this ending well. I felt like screaming at this moment in time, as loud as possible to draw as much attention to us as I could. My only hope was Grayson, helpfully he could control the two somewhat.

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Courtney's P.O.V

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Fear. It had taken a while but I could finally see the fear in Arizona'e eyes. She had a reason to be afraid, she had pushed me too far this time, replacing me as Mickie's friend was one thing, but kissing her. That was a whole other thing. Then to have the nerve to taunt me with it, someone needed to teach her a lesson.

"What's wrong Levy? You scared?" I smirked feeling her tense beneath the grip I had on her shoulders, her calm expression was given away by her eyes, her eyes that continued to shift their gaze between Marc and I.

She looked once more at Marc before her eyes met mine, "Didn't think you could take me on your own then." I knew she was referring to Marc, but I didn't bother rewarding her with an answer, Marc was only here to intimidate her that little bit more.

"I wouldn't let her anywhere near you on her own, God knows what you might try to do to her." Marc answered, taking a step closer to Arizona and I, he towered over the two of us and his expression scared even me. He had told me he was still angry at Arizona for making him a laughing stock for a while, so when I had suggested we get a little payback he was more than willing to join me. "You might jump her or force yourself on her."

Arizona let out a small laugh then, "She'd probably enjoy it, at least that's what my girlfriend-" I cut her off as my open palm hit her cheek, surprising us both, as the sound of my slap echoed around us.

That one word sent me over the edge. Girlfriend. Mickie couldn't be her girlfriend, she just couldn't. Mickie wouldn't do that to me.

Arizona had recovered from the pain inflicted from my slap, and was actually smirking at me, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. That smirk seemed to confirm every thought I had spent the morning pushing away. How dare she touch Mickie? How dare she kiss her? Why was she was able to call Mickie her girlfriend, when I never could? I had never hated Arizona more than I did at this moment.

"Touch a nerve?" She asked.

"You bitch." I raised my hand to hit her again but was stopped by Marc as he grabbed my wrist gently. I followed his lead reluctantly, taking my other hand off of her shoulder letting it fall to my side.

"Don't rise to it babe, she's just trying to get a reaction out of you." Marc said trying to put distance between Arizona and myself.

"Babe?" Arizona questioned drawing our attention back to her, if looks could kill then she would be stone cold dead right not. I glared at her, having some idea where she might be going with this. "She hasn't told you then."

Marc, who had been doing a good job to avoid looking directly at Arizona, let go of my wrist to take a step closer to her. "What hasn't she told me?"

Shit. This really didn't look like this was going to very well. Realising that this was only going to lead to trouble for me, I pulled on Marc's arm trying to get him to move as far away as possible from Arizona.

"Marc baby, let's go. She's not worth our time." I was almost begging him when he still refused to look at me. Neither took notice of me or what I had to say as they continued their staring contest, neither faltering. Arizona was the first to break it, looking past Marc to me, her lips pulled up in a triumphant smirk.

"How does it feel to know you've tried it on with two lesbians?" Her question seemed to hang between the three of us, as Marc froze realising what she meant and I stood motionless, not wanting to believe what she had said.

I had trouble saying the word let alone using it to describe myself. I had tried so hard to push it away and pretend I wasn't. I tried dating Danny and Marc, but neither made me feel like Mickie makes me feel, but that didn't mean I was a... I wasn't even able to considering using the word, yet here she stood the word rolling off her lips as if it meant nothing. So many thoughts and feelings hit me in that one moment, but the one thought that burned in my mind was a question. Was this the end for me? All the pretending to be someone else, pretending to be normal, was that over now?

I didn't have time to think of an answer as Marc launched himself at Arizona, throwing wild punches. Arizona fell to the floor under Marc's weight cowering as she used her arms to protect her face, as Marc progressed from punching to kicking. I was still in shock from Arizona's statement, I couldn't move and I could barely hear anything going on around me.

"Marc what the hell dude?" Grayson yelled trying to pull Marc away from Arizona, I had forgotten he was also here, and his outburst brought me back to reality. Arizona's groans of pain ringing in my ears as Marc refused to stop and Grayson was no match to him. "She's a girl Marc you don't hit a girl." Grayson snapped, finally managing to pull Marc back.

A seething Marc looked down at Arizona before looking back at Grayson a look of disgust on his face, "She's no girl. Girls don't like other girls." He spat, but it seemed Grayson's words had got to him as he pulled his arm out of his best friends grip and started to walk away. Grayson took the opportunity to check on Arizona, bending down he quickly checked her pulse and the state of injuries, when he was done he stood back up with a frown on his face.

I looked down again at a weak, and broken looking, Arizona. She didn't seem to move, just laid there, presumably unconscious. I hadn't expected things to get this out of hand, we were only supposed to scare Arizona enough that she would back off and, hopefully, leave Mickie. I was actually starting to feel guilty looking at Arizona, Marc had taken things too far, a man should never lay his hands on a woman, no matter what.

"Babe, c'mon lets go." Marc called to me, drawing my attention back to him and away from Arizona's limp body. He looked conflicted, but it didn't seem as if he had believed a word Arizona had said.

"I'm..." I trailed off. Why couldn't I just agree with him and leave?

He looked at me curiously, "Court, are you coming or not?" Yes, yes I am. I wasn't going to stay here with Arizona, despite what my conscience was telling me.

"I, we, can't leave her here." I said instead, letting my conscience get the better of me. From the look on his face he was just as surprised by my words as I was. I had wanted this, so why did it bother me so much? I had hurt people before and just walked away, not as physically hurt them as this, but hurt them none the less.

Marc shook his head, his frustration clearly growing, "Of course we can, now come on damn it we are leaving." Marc stormed over to where I was standing and roughly pulled on my arm with the intention of making me move in the direction he was heading. I scanned the alley way looking for something that might help me, my eyes landing on the one thing that could help me. I sent him a look, hoping he would actually do something, rather than just stand there.

"Marc," Grayson called, understanding my look, and stopping Marc in his tracks. Marc turned, anger written all over his face. "You need to calm down, so why don't you go, drive around for a little bit and Court and I will stay here and deal with... This." He finished looking down at Arizona, who had yet to move, I couldn't bring myself to look at her again.

We waited for Marc's response, but wasn't given one as he walked away without another word. I looked over at Grayson who was already busy trying to wake Arizona up. I couldn't just stand here I had to do something, the first thought that came to mind was trying to get her to a hospital.

"We need to get her to the hospital." Marc said, mimicking my thoughts.

"I know, you've got your car right?" I asked and he nodded in response, "Let's try and get her to your car." I took a step towards them but before I could even reach them, Grayson had lifted Arizona up into his arms and was carefully carrying her towards me. Neither one of us felt the need to say anything as we walked in silence to his car.

My mind was racing, as the events of what had just occurred kept replaying over and over in my mind. Arizona had practically outed me, even though I wasn't sure if I could be outed since I wasn't... Gay. In response Marc had beaten her until she was knocked out, even though it was her own fault I couldn't help but feel a little responsible. I should never have asked Marc to help me out, I should have just confronted Arizona alone, she was clearly intimidated by what I had said to her earlier.

"Courtney." Grayson yelled at me, he had obviously been trying to get my attention for a while now, but I was too lost in my own thoughts to hear him. "Can you get the key from my pocket and unlock the door." I nodded in response and did what he said.

He laid Arizona down on the back seat of his car, just as she began to stir. Her eyes fluttering open and then quickly shutting. Her face wasn't too badly injured, there was a small purplish bruise already forming on her cheek, possibly from where I slapped her or from one of Marc's many punches. When she let out a small groan of pain, I started to panic, what if we had done the wrong thing by moving her? Maybe we should of just left her there and called an ambulance.

My panicking was momentarily stopped by Grayson who ushered me into the front seat of his car and closed the door behind me. But as soon as he started the car up I started to once again panic. What the the hell were we going to do if she was badly injured? How would Mickie react? Mickie. The thought of Mickie made my stomach churn, and not in the way it usually did. Would Mickie ever forgive me for this?

"Fuck it!" I swore loudly, noticing that I didn't have my phone, I had most likely left in Marc's car when he drove us over here. "Do you have your phone?" I asked Greyson, who had ignored my little outburst.

"Err, yeah." He shuffled in his seat a little and took on hand of the steering wheel of the car to retrieve his phone from his pocket. "Here." He said tossing it to me. I just about caught it and quickly typed in the number I knew of by heart before hitting dial.