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Thank you so much for opening this story! I know it's a bit of a mystery at the moment but I promise if you keep reading it will be full of bade fluff.

Disclaimer: I don't own victorious.

Introduction.

When Beck and Jade finally broke up, no one was surprised. It had been a long, long time coming and it was more a question of 'when' rather than 'if' the couple would split. The fighting was getting out of hand, the love between them was no longer clear for others to see. No one was shocked when Jade deleted every photograph and video of them together from her slap profile. No one was shocked that Beck removed the tiny pair of scissors keychain from his backpack. No one was shocked that they walked around school with solemn faces for at least a week. But when Beck and Jade actually stopped speaking to each other… thats when everyone realised that something was really, really wrong.

Because this wasn't the first time that Beck and Jade had split up. Since they'd started dating four years ago, they had broken up a total of sixteen times. And even when they were completely furious with each other, even when Beck kissed Tori, or when Jade kicked a hole through his door, when Beck went to Canada for three weeks "for space", even when Jade dumped him because she was jealous, all of those times they had still talked. Beck and Jade were drawn to each other like magnets and couldn't help but talk whether they wanted to or not. If anything it just amused their friends because they would fight so hard but end up whispering to each other when they thought no one was looking, or texting each other instead of using their actual voices. But this time things were different.

Tori couldn't understand how it was possible for them to cut each other out the way that they did. Everyone at Hollywood Arts knew their love story as if they were some sort of celebrity couple. They'd met in junior school and been friends since they were seven. Beck asked Jade to be his girlfriend when they were only thirteen years old and they'd pretty much been inseparable since then. But maybe thats why the breakup had to be like this. Talking would make them, at the very least acquaintances and they didn't want that. If they weren't going to be lovers, then they weren't going to be anything. It was a silent agreement they had both made.

"Do you seriously not have anything else to say?" Jade snapped as Beck stood uncomfortably in the middle of her bedroom, hands deep in his pockets. It was the day after their huge fight at Tori's and Beck had came over to try to fix things, but obviously that hadn't worked. Every conversation they had these days ended in fighting.

"You know what Jade? Not really." Beck replied with venom in his tone. Jades eyes narrowed at just how cold he was being.

"Fine" She growled back. For a few seconds they just stared at each other, their expressions blank until she couldn't take it anymore. Jade rolled her eyes. "Just take your shit and leave."

Beck shrugged past her angrily. He grabbed the few pairs of shirts he always kept in her closet for when he unexpectedly stayed the night and picked up the book he'd leant her from the bedside table. It was nothing compared to the amount of Jade's stuff he had in his RV. Finally he reached for the key to the RV that she kept hung on a string next to the door. Everything else that was his, he didn't care about.

"Bye Jade." the tanned guy said simply. Jade didn't even look at him, disgusted that he seemed to be finding this so easy.

"Have a nice fucking life Beck!" The pale girl cursed, slamming her bedroom door behind him. She could feel a stabbing pain in her heart like glass cracking as the anger began to fade and the sadness replacing it. It was in that second she realised her heart was breaking. She waited until she heard the sound of ex-boyfriends footsteps on the tiled entrance hall downstairs and the gentle click of the front door closing behind him before she allowed herself to feel the loss completely.

And suddenly the oxygen burned inside her lungs. Her breathing was erratic and her inhales and exhales came out like a strangled animal. She felt lightheaded as she tried her hardest not to scream out in pain and her whole body trembled. Crawling into bed, Jade lay down in fetus position. Slowing down her breathing, silent tears dripped down her face and onto her pillow. She'd lost the only person who'd ever really loved her. She'd lost him.

It was exactly one month later when they were forced to talk to each other. Things had been really awkward and weird in their friend group ever since the break up. Andre mostly stuck with Beck whilst Cat stuck with Jade. Tori and Robbie lingered in between, not completely sure where their loyalties lied or whether they were even wanted. Most of the teachers were sympathetic to the couple and allowed them to move away from each other in lessons. But it was their old miserable History Teacher who insisted on making things difficult for them and refused to allow them to change project partners.

Jade argued relentlessly with Mr. Bell to let them change partners but the grey haired teacher completely refused. The more Jade argued with him, the more adamant the teacher became. Beck even attempted, in a much calmer fashion, to convince him that them working together just wouldn't work. But his gruff answer of "Make it work!" held the final say in the matter and Beck slumped down next to Jade, unable to see any other option.

"Okay I know you think I'm the most terrible person in the world but could you at least pretend, for the sake of this project that you and I are just simple classmates?" Beck snapped at the brunette who for past five minutes had refused to face him. Slowly Jade turned to look at him, a disgusted look on her face.

"Don't flatter yourself Beck" she scoffed.

"I'm not going to fail History because you refuse to cooperate." Beck shouted. Jade didn't dignify that statement with an answer and once again angled her body so she didn't have to look at him.

"Honestly you're more childish than Cat sometimes." Beck groaned pulling his pearpad from his bag and beginning research on their topic- Denmark during World War II. Jade didn't even attempt to help, studying the chips on her glossy black nail polish instead.

"Are you just going to sit there?!" Beck shouted after another ten minutes. Jade visibly flinched at his vicious tone and instantly the tanned guy regretted raising his voice.

"Jade-" he sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't—"

"Get off me!" She found herself screaming. Wrapping her cold fingers tight around Beck's wrist she forced his hand away from her. The place where his fingertips had gently touched her skin was aching and pulsing and Jade couldn't tell whether it was hatred or love she was feeling. All she knew is she couldn't sit their anymore so she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the classroom. Beck pressed his palms to his eyes angry with himself. Angry with Jade. Angry with their History teacher. Angry with everything. The whole class was staring at the scene, including Tori and Andre who were watching from across the room with anxious faces.

"Beck Oliver, where do you think you're going?" The History teacher who had also been watching, called him back as he too gathered his things and took wide strides towards the door. He didn't reply or even look back, he needed to get away as much as Jade did. He'd been the one to end it sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't hurting. He was just as lost, just as hurt, and just as broken as she was.

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