A/N: I know there's a billion but I really wanted to do and "The start of Beck&Jade" story. Don't worry though, I'm gonna (hopefully) try to make it different from all the others. This chapt. Is the set up so it'll prob be a lot longer than all the others. I had some trouble writing Jade falling in love because it was hard to imagine her thinking any of those cheesy 'Oh my gosh I think I might be in love' thoughts, but I did my best lol! I hope you guys enjoy it and tell me if I should go for it or just drop it, cause having 3 stories going at once… Idk how that'll go. Hahahahaha anyway, this has been long enough so… ENJOY (:

Jade's POV

I was smart. I had always been a straight A student, always in GT classes. I had never had any trouble in school. But if there was one thing I couldn't figure out, it was how in the hell I ended up here, spending one of the last few precious days of summer break at a lame carnival with Cat.

It wasn't that I didn't want school to start. The opposite was true actually. The sooner I could get out of that damn house, the better. Not to mention this year I would be attending Hollywood Arts high school, one of the best performing arts schools in the US. What was even better is I wouldn't know anyone going there except Cat, my somehow best friend. I was hoping the kids at this school wouldn't be as big idiots as at my old school.

I was drawn out of my own deep thoughts when I heard Cat squeal, "Oh! Cotton Candy!" and pull me throw the crowd of obnoxious, loud people to the cotton candy stand a little ways off.

I groaned when we got there, after seeing there was already a large line. Cat dragged me over to stand behind two boys, who looked about our age, before I was able to snatch my hand away, growling. Cat payed no attention to my bitter disposition, however, as usual. She was used to it. She was also distracted, I realized. She was busy staring at the two boys in front of us.

I rolled my eyes. I'll admit they were attractive, but I wasn't exactly the flirt with random cute boys type of girl. Or the flirting type of girl period. However, I was curious, and decided to crane my neck slightly to get a clearer glimpse of the pair. The one boy was slightly shorter, but toned and muscular looking, with blond hair and blue eyes to match. The other was taller, skinnier, but still obviously toned like his friend. His skin was dark, the complete opposite of my own obnoxiously pale complexion, and he had ridiculously fluffy dark hair. He came across to me as one of those stupid boys who pretended to be all sweet just to get into your pants. Good thing sweet didn't work on me.

Cat let out a giggle and the two boys turned around. "Hi." Cat smiled flirtily to the blond.

"Hey." Said the blond, smiling back, "I'm Chris."

"I'm Cat," Cat said in her usual ditzy fashion, "Like the animal!"

"That's a cute name." said Chris with a wink, causing Cat to go into another fit of disgustingly flirtatious giggling.

I rolled my eyes at their banter, and only as I did my eyes fell on the other boy, who I had just noticed had been staring at me the whole time. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I snapped.

I almost laughed at how Chris's eyes widened with fear, and resisted the urge to call him a pussy. I looked over to the other kid, expecting the same reaction, but to my surprise, his face appeared to remain impassive. In fact…was he…smiling?

Yep, he was definitely smiling as he said "I'm Beck."

I snorted, nonchalantly answering with a classic, "Whatever." before turning my attention away, trying to ignore the fact that I could still feel this 'Beck's' eyes on me.

After a few brief, awkward seconds, we reached the front of the line and Chris pulled Cat forward, saying "Here, I'll buy you one."

Before I had time to puke at the display, he had bought her a pink cotton candy, and had taken her hand, proclaiming he was taking her on the Ferris wheel.

"Cat!" I groaned as she walked away, winking very inconspicuously at me behind her back before she disappeared. Great. Now I was stuck alone all night.

"Looks like it's just me and you."

My head snapped up. I had almost forgotten about that boy with the hair. Yeah, this was much worse.

I narrowed my eyes, "You mean it's just me." I hissed in the scariest voice I could muster, hoping to drive him away. Again, he surprised me by not running away, or fainting, or peeing… but giving me a tilted grin and stepping forward in line.

"You want a cotton candy?" he said.

"No." I turned to walk away, but I barely got 3 yards before he ran up to me, following my like it was completely normal and popping a piece of blue fluff in his mouth.

"Why the hell are you following me?'

Again, he completely ignored me and instead said, "I didn't catch your name."

"That's because I didn't tell you." I grumbled, beginning to realize I wouldn't be getting rid of him anytime soon, as he appeared to be just as immune to my intimidating character as Cat was.

He looked at me expectantly until I rolled my eyes, finally saying, "Jade."

"Do you have a last name?"

"Duh."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

"Well alright then." We stood there for a few moments, the lights and sounds of the carnival occupying my attention in the much welcome silence. When he spoke again, it was almost as if he were thinking aloud, "Jade…that's a pretty name."

"Beck's a stupid name." I retorted in a bored tone.

He gave me another one of those stupid little smiles."You wanna go on a ride?" he said, motioning over his shoulder.

"No."

"You wanna play a game?"

"No."

"You wanna get some food?"

"No."

"You sure say no a lot."

I groaned, realizing if I didn't agree to something, we'd spend all night standing in the middle of the carnival, because he wasn't fucking leaving me alone. "Fine." I said. "Let's go to the funhouse."

He smirked at me and I frowned.

"What?!" I snapped.

"Nothing. I just wouldn't expect that to be your first choice." He said shrugging innocently.

"If it scares little kids, it's fun." I replied matter-of-factly.

I heard him chuckle as I walked forward, setting a brisk pace and expecting him to keep up or get lost. I didn't understand this kid. I'd known him for a little less than five minutes and after yelling at him, ignoring him, insulting him, and telling him I like to scare little kids… all he can do is keep smiling and laughing at me. It's like he wasn't scared of anything. The only other person who wasn't scared of me was Cat and that was only because she was so repulsively naive. I guess that's why I liked her though. She still had the innocence I had lost long ago.

But back to the matter at hand, we were walking up to the creepy carnie who was stationed at the front of the funhouse.

"Tickets." He said.

I pulled out the three tickets required and practically threw them at him before continuing to the entrance. Beck appeared back at my side and gave me a sideways smile.

"Ready?" he said.

"Why wouldn't I be?!" I snapped. I still hadn't warmed up to him. I wasn't planning on warming up to him.

He ignored me and walked in, forcing me to follow him for the first time that night. It was dark inside, and all that could be seen was the dim illumination of the stairs that we were meant to climb.

"After you." He said.

"Why?" I smirked, "Are you scared?"

"I don't get scared, I was just being polite." Well that confirmed my earlier prediction, "Why, are you?" he challenged, and I could hear that cocky little smirk plastered all over his stupid face.

Ugh. I hated him.

"Please." I said instead, chuckling incredulously. I took a step forward and groped the walls blindly in the darkness, as I could hear Beck doing the same behind me. I suppose it was bound to happen, both of us feeling around in a sightless search, but right then, I didn't think about that. All I was thinking about was the hand on my ass.

I stopped in my tracks. "What are you doing?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Looking for the stairs..?" he said, sounding genuinely confused. Please.

"Well I'd stop 'looking' if I were you." I warned, sounding dangerous.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I mean, if you don't get your hand off my ass in the next 2 seconds you won't have a hand." I hissed.

I felt him yank his hand away and for the first time that night, he sounded actually a little embarrassed as he said, "Oh, sorry."

"Whatever." I sighed, finding the steps and beginning to climb. What I couldn't figure out, is why haven't I killed this boy yet? Or at least kicked him in a certain place very very hard… Maybe I sort of didn't mind him…

No. I hated him. He wouldn't leave me alone, I couldn't scare him off, and he just grabbed my ass. Of course it could have been an innocent mistake, but- what am I saying! He's some jerk who just wants to make-out with me.

I made my way to the next level into the house of mirrors and took a step in, Beck following close behind, seemingly recovered from the previous situation. I began making my way through, reluctantly accepting help from Beck here and there. Just when I thought I was free of this idiotic torture, I took a step forward, ramming into the smooth glass surface in front of me.

"Oomph." I grunted, stumbling backwards into Beck. He caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I surprised myself when I hesitated before yanking myself out of his grasp, but recovered quickly, pinching my nose and muttering "Shit."

"Are you ok?" Beck laughed.

I scowled up at him, "Are you laughing at me?" I growled, some of the edge lost due to the nasal effect of me holding my nose.

"Are you ok?''' he said, stopping his laughter as a serious look came across his face.

"Yes." I snapped.

"Then yes." He said, continuing to laugh.

I crossed my arms and frowned, but then something weird happened. I felt my frown morphing into a small smile. And then a bigger one. And then I was giggling, which is something I don't do. And then I was full out laughing. We were laughing together… weird. I kind of liked it though.

Tell anyone and you're dead.

Anyway, after our laughter died out, Beck looked at me and with a smile said, "You know, you're really pretty when you smile."

"Are you saying I'm not pretty when I don't smile?" I said, my tone sounding a lot lighter than I intended.

"No." he said, and took a step forward. I realized then what was happening. He was going to try to kiss me. I took a step backwards and felt the glass against my back as he took another step forward. Before I could think about it I closed my eyes and leaned forward. My stomach was feeling really weird at this point, like it was doing flips off a cliff or something…

And then I remembered. Of course, he wants to make out. It's what he's wanted all along.

"I think it's this way." I said, taking a step away from him and walking off, not looking back to see if he's following. I made my way out to the stupid slide at the end and went down, concluding that that had been the lamest fun house ever. I felt a hand on my arm and stopped, turning around.

"Sorry 'bout that." Said Beck, once again appearing to be slightly embarrassed.

"Whatever." I shrugged, like it was no big deal. I refused to let him, a random stranger who I had meet not even an hour ago, see he was having some strange effect on me. One I had never experienced before.

"So…" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yes?" I said impatiently.

"What now?"

I thought for a second, realizing I was kinda hungry. "You're buying me food." I informed him, turning to walk to the nearest concession stand.

Beck walked up to the counter and without asking said to the man, "Two corndogs please." I frowned at him and he said, "What? You don't like corndogs?"

"They're a repulsive concept." I told him, wrinkling my nose in abhorrence as he handed me the food and payed the man.

"Have you ever had one?" he asked, taking a bite of his. He took my indignant silence as a no a proceeded to insist I "Just try it."

After a good 10 minutes of aggravating persistence on his part, I finally gave in, thoroughly irked and beaten. I sighed and took a small bite.

It wasn't awful.

I shrugged and took another, beginning to walk with Beck smiling victoriously behind me.

"So you wanna play a game?" Beck said.

I would've said no, but as he said it we were passing that throw-the-dart-at-the-balloons game and anything involving sharp objects sounded good to me. So I changed direction and walked over to the booth, Beck following obediently like he had been all night. I couldn't help but think he'd make a good boyfriend.

Not my boyfriend. Just a boyfriend…Seriously. And never mention it again.

We walked up to yet another unsettling carnie and Beck payed the man for 10 darts, splitting them evenly between me and himself.

"Ladies first." I teased, gesturing to his darts. He smirked at me and I smiled back. Ok, so maybe I was warming up to him a little. Just a little though.

He threw the darts, making only 1 out of his 5. I scoffed as he missed the last four and he raised his eyebrow at me.

"It's rigged. All these carnival games are." He argued, "Besides, I'd like to see you do any better?"

Instead of answering, I picked up the darts and made quick business of throwing each perfectly into five different balloons. Beck's mouth literally dropped and I gave him a smug look, saying sarcastically "You want the pink tiger?"

The carnie, looking very annoyed I had beaten their little game, shoved a small stuffed animal in my direction. I rolled my eyes, "I don't want this." I snapped at him, starting to push it back, but Beck caught my hand.

"Yes she does." He said, smiling kindly at the carnie and walking away, grabbing the stuffed animal and me by the hand as he did.

"What was that for?" I asked sharply.

"It's your prize." He said smiling.

"It's stupid, and I don't want it." I argued.

"Sure you do. I'll carry it for you if you don't want to." He said.

I groaned, "Whatever."

I looked back at him when he didn't say anything to see he was just standing there, staring at me and smiling.

"What?!" I barked, impatient.

"You didn't yank your hand away." He said, a big stupid smile on his face.

I looked down at my hand, still in his, and couldn't help but think that they fit together perfectly. Almost like they belonged together. I scowled at him. I still didn't pull away.

"Come on." He said, beginning to pull me away.

"Where?" I groaned.

"The Ferris wheel."

"Why."

"Because."

We didn't say anything else but walked, his hand still holding firmly onto mine, in the direction of the Ferris wheel. We got there, gave the man our tickets and I sat on the bench, Beck sliding in next to me and shutting the door before the ride started up.

"So..?" Beck said.

"What?" I grumbled, simultaneously wondering why he never finished his sentences and always started with 'so..?'.

"Do you still hate me?" he said.

"I never actually said I did." I told him.

"But you did."

"Yes, but I never said it."

He smiled, but then pushed again, "Well do you?"

I rolled my eyes at him, before mumbling "No." I may be a lot of things, but I wasn't a liar. "That doesn't mean I 'like' you though. I just don't 'hate' you." I added quickly.

"I can live with that." He said, chuckling.

"So why aren't you scared of me?" I asked, saying what had been on the tip of my tongue all night. The only thing I was dying to ask.

"I told you, I'm not scared of anything." He said, sounding proud.

"Yeah, sure. Well then why don't you hate me?" I said, as casually as if I were talking about the weather.

"Why would I hate you?" he said, wrinkling his brows in genuine confusing.

"Cause I'm a bitch..?" I said, as if it were obvious, which it was.

"No you're not. I like you." He said.

"Yeah I realized, but why?" I pressed, eager to know, honestly curious.

"I don't know. You're funny, you're smart, you're witty, you're beautiful. I guess you're just different." He said, shrugging.

I squinted. I wasn't used to getting compliments. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable, and I was unsure why. "Cheesy." I said.

"Maybe." He said smiling. And then he was leaning in again. And I let him this time.

I closed my eyes and I swear as soon as his lips touched mine, I felt a jolt of electricity go through me. And you can trust me on that because I'd never say something that corny and gross if it weren't true. I had only been kissed once or twice, but this was so much better than the other times. Our lips moved together in unison and I raised my hand to hold onto the back of his neck, tangling my hands in his hair as I did. He put his hand on my upper back and I could feel him smiling into the kiss. I was swept up in the moment and I couldn't even think about what was actually happening.

Until the ride came to a stop at the bottom and I heard Cat squeal "Jadey!"

I jumped away from Beck like he was poison and looked over to where Cat was waving and grinning. Chris was still with her. He winked at Beck, giving him a thumbs up and mouthing, 'nice one man.' I knew it. The whole time. It was just an act to try and make-out with me. I felt my heart drop and embarrassment creep over me. I'd always prided myself on not being one of those idiot girls who allowed themselves to be used and thrown away like garbage. And that's exactly what this jackass did to me in one fucking night.

I stood up and walked over to Cat yelling, "We're going now Cat."

"Jade! Where are you going!?" Beck called out behind me.

I kept walking faster and didn't answer, dragging Cat to where her mother was parked, ready to take us home. I was ready to get as far away from him as possible.

"Ok, see ya around!" I heard him yell, and I rolled my eyes.

No chance in hell.

Beck's POV

"Yo, why was that chick you were working so upset?" said Chris.

"I don't know, but I wasn't just 'working' her." I said defensively.

"Well what do you call what you were just doing?" he said, smirking.

"We were just… shut up I like her." I laughed.

"Man, she's creepy." He said

I suddenly felt angry, defensive of her. "No she's not. She's amazing man…seriously."

"Well did you get her number?"

"Shit!" I exclaimed, running a hand through my hair frustrated.

"It's okay just look her up on facebook or whatever." He said, patting my back and beginning to walk away.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing the stuffed animal next to me and turning to run after her.

"What?!" called out Chris as I ran away.

"I never got her last name!" I yelled behind me.

How could I be such an idiot? How could I spend the entire night with the most perfect girl and not get her last name or any contact information!? Damn it, I'm only in 9th grade, but I'm almost 99% sure this is love. And I don't care if I am cheesy because it's true. I ran through the carnival, shoving people mercilessly out of the way to get to the car pulling out of the parking lot. I got there too late and the car pulled out into the road. Damn it, was I really going to do this?

Yup. I ran out into the street, panting, as I tailed the car, driving through town. I know, I'm an idiot. How can I expect to keep up with a moving car? But I had to hope I could reach it. I couldn't let her go. But I did. I stopped running as the car sped out of sight, and stood where I was, gasping for breath. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

I walked back to the carnival, stuffed animal in hand, defeated, tired, and fully aware that I'd be spending possibly the next year of my life looking for the mysterious Goth girl that stole my heart.

A/N: Yeah. So let me know if this is even worth pursuing. I'm trying to make it different from the normal 'Beck and Jade meet' fics, even though I always love reading those (; Anywho, review if you wanna and I'll hopefully have an update soon…maybe..probably.