(The door creaks slightly as he steps out looking at her with loving eyes. She turns around, already halfway to her car. Tears drip down her face, her mascara is running slightly. He approaches her and she stands still, not daring to move or turn away.)

Jade: I counted to ten and you didn't come.

Beck: (Looks down) I know.

Jade: Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now when you could have come five seconds ago?

Beck: Well, there were some complications…

Jade: What do you mean there were some complications? There were ten feet between the door and where you were standing! You could have come. You could have. I know you could have.

Beck: Well, I was trying to, but Trina jumped on top of me and things spiraled out of control from there. And then there's the fact….

(Jade, unable to stand it any longer, hushes Beck with a long, enduring kiss. They let go as a piercing cry intrudes their lustful thoughts from the other side of the door. Trina.)

Jade: I love you Beck Oliver.

Beck: I love me too.

(Jade playfully punches him on the shoulder.)

Beck: I love you Jade West. I love you more than anything…

Jade's POV:

I dream about what could have happened often. But what could have happened, didn't happen, and that made all the difference in the world.

Beck's POV:

Every day, every night, since that night, I have had to force myself to do even the simplest chores. Today is no different. Beck, you have to brush your teeth. I brush my teeth obediently. Beck, you have to comb your hair. I pull a comb carelessly through my long, black hair. Beck, you have to eat breakfast. I ignore that one because even the thought of eating right now makes my stomach curl up. Beck, you have to go outside and start your truck. I grab my backpack off of the kitchen table and exit my dinky trailer. I take great care to lock it afterwards. I then walk to my truck, maneuver myself in, and start it up. Beck, you have to drive yourself to school. With a sigh, I do so and park near the front. I want to make the quickest exit possible.

Beck, you have to make up with Jade. I immediately shake that thought from my mind. I had my chance. There had been at least ten seconds for me to make up my mind and turn that doorknob, but I hadn't. I hadn't, and by doing so, I had lost her. I had lost her for maybe even forever.

Jade's POV:

The door closes with a slam as I storm into the room. Last night, he had intruded in my dreams again… There had also been a pair of scissors there too so maybe last night hadn't been so bad. But nonetheless, he had been there, he had been in the one place where I didn't have control of my mind. That had to be saying something, right?

"Great Gandhi Jade, did you have to slam the door? Oh well never mind, just sit down." Mr. Sikowitz, a middle aged, hippy looking teacher, was looking at her through narrowed eyes. A coconut with a straw in it was in one hand, a clipboard in the other. So far, I like him the best of all the teachers.

I scan the room for an available seat. The only place not occupied is by him. It had once been my usual seat, until the break-up of course. I stride towards the left, towards Tori Vega and push her off her seat mercilessly. She screams something indignantly, but I ignore her and take the seat she once occupied. It is next to Robbie Shapiro, one of the weirder kids of Hollywood Arts. He and his insufferable smart mouth of a puppet were staring in the other direction. I smirk, satisfied by their weakness.

Tori gets up from the floor, brushes her self off, and takes the place next to Beck. A twinge of jealousy courses through me, but I then remind myself that Beck is no longer mine.

"Alright Little Coconuts, let's do some Alphabetical Improv. Jade, Beck, you go first." Not looking at him, I stride up to the half-moon stage that inhabited at least a quarter of Sikowitz's classroom. He comes up next with slow, deliberate motions. It brings back memories. I swallow my pain, and it's not the good kind either. "Alright Jade, you start."

I stare at Beck through cold eyes. I cannot let myself break, not now, not ever. Breaking would mean revealing my family and it's past. Breaking would mean showing how insecure I really am. Breaking would reveal my almost obsessive love for Beck.

"A little birdie once told me that it was always a mistake to trust boys." I say, a smile curling my lips. I could actually feel the venom seeping through my teeth. It was a good feeling.

"But are the little birdie's words logical?" he replies, studying me through curious eyes.

"Cats are killed by curiosity, so a little birdie's words, are therefore, logical in all sense."

"Dark thoughts, you perceive Jade. Dark thoughts indeed."

"Every person has dark thoughts. They are unavoidable."

"For a person of your mind channel, I'm not surprised that you think that."

His words hurt me. Did he really think of me like that? I choke down several emotions.

"Good grief, do you think those words could ever hurt me?

"Hard to tell. You can be an emotionless beast sometimes."

That hit me. That hit me hard. Why was he treating me like this? Why?

"If you think you're doing me harm, then think again Mr. Perfect. I thought you knew me better than that."

I hear Sikowitz in the background muttering to someone about wishing he could record this event. I almost snap at him, but refrain from doing so. My anger is for Beck and Beck only right now.

"Jade, I do know you… I do."

"Kangaroos don't always tell the truth about how high they jump.

"Liar. Kangaroos can't talk."

"Mhm, who says?"

"None of your business."

"Oh, so that how you're going to be, right?

"Pretty much."

Sikowitz suddenly jumps up from the icebox, on which he had been sitting on. His eyebrows were raised high. "Alright, good, good. Both of you did good. Now sit down, and let's have another pair have a try." Sikowitz called up Tori and André Harris and the whole process began all over again. Well sort of. André and Tori chose to stray away from the deeper topics that Beck and I so deeply invested in.

As I go to sit down, I look over and see that he is staring at me. His expression is almost amused. I don't smile. I don't smile in the least.

Beck's POV:

I hadn't meant to sound so venomous. The words had just slipped out. But the damage was done and there was nothing I could do to take those words back… I had tried to reconcile though. I had given her an apologetic smile sitting down. But then again, it could have even looked like I had been amused at her noticeable distress. I sigh. Knowing myself, it had probably looked like I had been amused.

Beck, apologize to Jade after class. I made a mental note to do just that.

Jade's POV:

Two more pairs went up after Tori and André. All got to go A through Z, whereas Beck and I had been stopped at 'P'. I wonder if Sikowitz had thought the class was in danger of witnessing a full-blown fight between the two of us. The thought stung, but was probably true. I had been of some desire to maim him verbally in some way…

"ZEBRAS!" Cat Valentine, a red-headed and rather brainless girl, just finished the acting exercise with Robbie. I smile. Those two are surely dating judging by the way they're looking at one another. "Good, good! Now take your seats." The red-head giggles.

"I'm going to take my seat to the auditorium. Get it? Get it?" No one laughed and Cat sat down with an offended look. I roll my eyes. Cat could be so brainless sometimes. But I liked her. She was sometimes fun to hang around, the key word being sometimes.

"Now class, I have a special announcement." Most of the class leaned forward in anticipation, but Sikowitz didn't yield. Instead, he took another sip of his coconut juice. I rolled my eyes again.

"What's the announcement?" André asked, looking impatient. I myself was rather eager to find out what this was about. "Oh yes, well, the school is going to sponsor a road trip for this class, and this class only!" Murmurs of excitement spread all across the room. "But here's the thing. I've only chosen a few of you to go." A hush fell across the students. The same question was buzzing in everyone's minds. Am I going to get to go?

Sikowitz grabbed his clipboard which had been laying on the stage and held it up so everyone could see. "This clipboard holds the names of those going." He then put the clipboard down and scurried out of the room as if he were afraid a mob was going to attack him. I laugh slightly at my observation. Tori stood up from her seat, grabbed the clipboard, and glanced at it before reading the names aloud. "Tori Vega, André Harris, Robbie Shapiro, Rex Shapiro, Jade West, Beck Oliver, and Cat Valentine." I walk up to the front and snatch the clipboard. I wanted to see for myself. Yep, all the names she mentioned were there. I sigh. I want to go because a vacation meant an escape route from my dysfunctional family, but I don't want to go because he's going.

"Oh look, here's a note at the bottom of the page." Tori's voice, which I always mock, intruded my thoughts. My eyes glance down towards where she is indicating and I see she is correct, something I hate her to be a lot of times. "If your name is on this list, please meet me at the Janitor's Closet at 2:30 P.M." Tori reads. I sigh once more. Of all the places throughout this whole school, Sikowitz chooses the Janitor's Closet. Great. Now I was going to have to wait to cut up the janitor's new garbage can.