Beck's P.O.V:
Closing my Locker door, I sigh as a hear the familiar squeals of a gaggle of girls approaching me. Flashing a smile, I turn around and engage conversation with the flirtatious bunch. Everyday it's the same with these girls, and every day I have to put up with:
"Oh Beck I LOVE your hair!"
"Hiii Beck! You free this Saturday night?"
"OMG! You're hair is SOOO amazing!"
"What? You like breathing too? We're just meant to be!"
"How do You get your hair so fluffy Beck?"
...and I'm not interested in any of them.
But it's not all the girls at Hollywood Arts who try to entice me. Jade West doesn't. Well, Jade West isn't like most girls at Hollywood Arts. While most girls wear 'happening' ensembles of the latest trend, Jade dresses herself in black, goth-chic clothes. Most girls always act friendly and thoughtful; Jade on the other hand is abrasive, snippy, feisty and always speaks her mind. Almost All of the girls at my school flirt with me at the drop of a hat; Jade, has never once flirted with me. Like I said, Jade was not like most girls.
Straining my eyes through the crowd of girls, I spot Jade down the end of the hallway, slumped by her locker. There's something about her find I find attractive; actually, there are a lot of reasons why: she's unique, totally (and brutally) honest, she's beautiful, talented, and behind her tough exterior, I can tell she has a soft side. Politely, I excuse myself from the girls and make my way to Jade. Unfortunately, I haven't made my great escape yet; for the group of girls fawning over me are on my tail. They really can't take a hint can they? This calls for drastic action.
I stop in my tracks and swivel around to face them and flip my hair.
"Hey girls." I greet.
"Hi beck!" They unanimously giggle.
"You know, I'm really thirsty. If only I had a soda..."
"I'll get you one Beck!" One girl announces.
"No, I will!" Another one screeches.
"Nu-uh! I'll get him a soda!" Yet another girl yells.
As planned, they all sprint to the soda machine. Luckily, I know that the soda machine in this hallway is out of order. They'll have to run half way a cross the school to find another soda machine. That'll keep them busy. As much as it irritates me that I'm greeted with girls fawning over me on a daily basis, it actually kind of amuses me.
"'Sup Beck?" Calls a voice from behind.
"Oh, hey André." I reply. "Nothing much. Just going to talk to Ja..."
She's already gone.
Jade's P.O.V:
Inhaling the sweet aroma of my coffee, I realise that I finally have a moment of peace. No classes, no insufferable idiots telling me to 'have a nice day', no one taking up my personal space and wasting my time... just me, and my coffee. I indulge myself in another huge gulp of that luscious beverage I love so much then take a deep breath as if I'm coming up for air after almost drowning in a sea of coffee.
"I swear, one day I want to marry a man like coffee." I mutter absentmindedly to myself.
"You can't marry coffee silly!" Chirps the always perky Cat as she bounds up to me.
Shoot! I didn't mean to say that out loud!
"Hi Cat." I mumble submissively, hoping she'll forget what I'd just said.
"You know, instead of marrying a beverage..."
She didn't.
"...you could always get a real boyfriend Jadey!"
Jadey. Gosh I hate it when she calls me that!
"No I can't because all the guys at this school are either dorks, freaks, weirdos, disgusting, able to annoy the hell out of me or are already in a relationship."
Hearing a cacophony of laughter across the hallway, me and Cat turn our heads to see the source of the giggling. Surprise, surprise, some babbling bimbos are fawning over 'pretty boy' Beckett Oliver. Yeah, I love seeing this everyday.
It's sickening.
"Beck's cute..."
"Cat, I'm not going to date Beck Oliver. He's a typical high school hot-shot who's about as phoney as your hair colour."
Cat grabs the tips of her hair and frowns. "Hey! Don't insult my hair!" She pouts.
Rolling my eyes I sigh, "Cat I'm not insulting your hair, I'm just saying that I don't want to date Beck."
"But Jadey-"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
Cowering, Cat continues, "I was just gonna say that Beck is not dorky, not a freak, is not disgusting and you don't know he's phoney!"
"Yeah, well he probably is." I sigh dejectedly.
I notice Beck is heading in our direction, with the bimbos close behind. Not wanting to witness Beck's 'fan club' up close, I say: "Cat, we're leaving. Now." And with that we head off to the Asphalt Café; although she doesn't know it yet, Cat's going to buy me a coffee.
Beck's P.O.V:
As usual, I'm spending lunch in the Asphalt café, hanging out with my pals André Harris and Robbie Shapiro. Correction: I was meant to be hanging out with them, but I couldn't help but let my mind wander off to Jade.
A clicking of André's fingers snaps me out of my daze and I do a double take.
"Yo! Beck? You in there?" André asks.
"Yeah sorry André." I apologise as I finish my lunch that I realise I've barely touched and have been playing around with or the past five minutes.
"Are you okay Beck?" Asks Robbie. "You seem pretty out of it today."
"Yeah I'm fine," I lie. Pointlessly lie. Robbie and André know me well enough know that I almost never show my emotions (even zoning out is rare for me); the only time I express them is through my acting.
We sit in silence for a moment as André appears to be debating what to say.
"No, you're not." Andre concludes. "The last time you were this out of it was when you had a crush on... you have a crush on someone, don't you!"
"As a matter of fact you do." I tell him.
"Do we know this person?" Asks Robbie.
Pondering for a moment, I answer, "Yes, I wouldn't say you're friends though, more like... polite acquaintances."
André thinks for a moment, "Is it Meredith?"
"No." I answer.
"Sherry?" Guesses Robbie.
"Wrong again."
Suddenly, André looks worried. "It's not Trina Vega is it?"
"Definitely not! No offence to her."
"Good, 'cause if you do you have serious issues!" Remarks Rex.
"Then who is it?" Questions Robbie, who is beginning to sound slightly annoyed.
"Fine." I sigh. "It's Jade."
Robbie and André are aghast.
Jade's P.O.V:
The good thing about being a good actress is that you can lie easily. Obviously lying to Cat easier than lying to most people since her brain is the size of a pea, but I think she's catching on. She's catching on that I like Beck. Yeah, as in like, like.
He's always so calm and collected, he's got a passion for acting like me, he's got great hair, he's hot; I can't help but like him. Beck's pretty much perfect (well, besides the fact that he's Canadian)!
Why?
Why is he so perfect?
Why have I let myself succumb to, dare I say... fall in love?
I don't see the point in love. I never have. I still don't. Yet, I allow myself to feel this repulsive emotion anyway. Lying is the only option I have; I'm not letting anyone know that I have... feelings... for someone. If anyone found out, they'd see me as weak. So lying it is. After all, I have a reputation to uphold.
"Here you go Jadey!" Cat says as she hands me a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." I mutter bluntly as I snatch the coffee from her.
With coffee now pouring down my throat, I try to forget all about Beck. Unfortunately, my frustration immediately resurfaces when I realise Cat ordered me the wrong coffee.
"Cat! I said a BLACK coffee with TWO sugars!" I holler.
"Sorry!" She apologises.
"Ugh!" I groan, slamming the coffee down on the table.
"Is something wrong Jadey?"
"FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME: DON'T..." I see the hurt in her eyes. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy making annoying imbeciles feel bad about themselves as much as the next person, but if there's one person I'll allow my soft side to show for it's Cat; so I lower my voice slightly. "... don't call me Jadey!"
"What's wrong Jade? You seem snappier than usual."
"Cat, I'm always snapping at people."
"But something wrong; what's up?"
Stealing a quick glance at the table where Beck, Robbie and André are sitting, I stare reverently at Beck.
"Just... stuff."
Beck's P.O.V:
"Jade as in Jade West?" André asks incredulously. His eyes wander off to a couple of tables away from where we're sitting; where Jade is sitting.
"Yes, Jade as in Jade West. Why? What's wrong with her?" I retort a slight trace of anger detectable in my voice. Wow. I haven't even successfully asked Jade out yet and I'm already acting like her over-protective boyfriend.
"Nothing..." André begins to assure before he is distracted by Jade's voice which has suddenly become audible over the other voices of the boisterous students in the café
"Cat! I said a BLACK coffee with TWO sugars!" She hollers.
André flinches slightly. Is he scared of her?
"It's just that Jade's probably not the easiest person in the world to ask out." Robbie interjects.
"I know." I say as I get up from my seat. "But I will ask Jade out; I know it'll be difficult but hey, easy is boring."
A/N: Thank You too whomever may be reading this! If you do want to continue reading this, you should know that three more chapters are on the way! I had a massive spurt of inspiration when I began writing this story, so hopefully I'll post the next chapter fairly soon (I've already started it)!