So hey! I decided to start a story that has been trapped in my mind for a while, I'm glad I finally started writing it :)
The Story takes place 5 years after they graduated from Hollywood Arts .The first chapter is Jade's POV and the next one will be Beck's
**Trigger warning- Self cutting but it's really the only time it'll be mentioned. I'm writing this story so that it isn't dark . I'd rather keep it as light as possible**
Please read and tell me what you think in the reviews! :D
She took a second to take one last glance in the mirror that was hang on the big wall by the entrance . She smoothed a stray curl behind her ear and slightly fixed her light blue dress .Taking a deep breath ,she open the door and stepped into the big room . She felt so... So weird, like something was twisting in her stomach. Was she...Nervous? No. She couldn't be. What could she possibly be nervous about? About seeing him again? But why? It's been 5 years since the last time she saw him. She moved on a long time ago and she's sure he did too. There shouldn't be any reason at all for the unease feeling growing bigger inside of her.
She started to walk inside and scanned the room with her eyes, looking for anyone familiar . To her not so big surprize a lot of those people looked like strangers to her. She figured she wouldn't know most of them giving the fact that they were a pretty closed group of friends in highschool and not a lot of other people seemed to ever manage to get in their cool gang despite their best efforts.
She kept searching the room. To be completely honest there were only 1, maybe 2 people she wanted to see today- Cat - Her best friend from highschool and maybe Andra, He was pretty cool too.
Her eyes wandered up to the -too colorful for her taste- sign that was hanging from the ceiling. It read -Hollywood Arts 5 Years Reunion! . Under it stood a big board with old pictures of the people in the room . She approached it and quickly found her own pictures. She smiled slightly at her very young self and shook her head nostalgically.
If she's completely honest with herself, highschool was the best and worst time of her life. The best because... Well because of him. . And worst beacuse..Well there were plenty of reasons, reason she'd rather forget, reasons she likes to pretend never happened, reasons even he couldn't make her feel better about. Her cold, judgmental, unsporting dad for example,also her sudden bursts of jealousy and anger, but most importantly- her almost too dangerous love for scissors.
Flashback:
It was 4 months before graduation. They were seniors, they were popular, they were talented, and most important of all , they had each other. They were on top of the world and she so naïvely thought it could last forever and nothing can bring them down. Until this one night, They were at some seniors party. She can't really explain exactly what happened. They both had a few more drinks than they should have and a small spark of anger started to turn into a huge fire burning furiously inside of her. They argued about an "innocent" look- to Becks claim- He just flashed a girl who gave him a look not as equally innocent.
She stormed away from him and headed to the table with the drinks. She drowned a few more shots of tequilla to take her mind of it. God, why couldn't he just get that she's just scared... mortified to lost him again. She was fully aware that if he waned he could get every girl in this party that he desires with a blink of an eye .She resented that tought but... Even thinking about it made her sick to her stomach. She would never even admitted it to herself if she wasn't drunk but- just the tought of losing him again could make her heart stop right there. She didn't want to admit it, she hated to admit it but this boy made her need him and crave him and love him so much that not being with him wasn't even an option.
It wasn't supposed to be like that. She was jade west. The strong emotionless cold bitch that didn't need anything or anyone .But somehow, someday before she could even notice that jerk got deep under her skin and made her fall for him in ways she never even believed were possible.
What she found even more impossible to belive was the fact that he loved her back. He was just unbelievably in love with her and invested in their relationship as she was. He loved her. HER. Not Tori - the sweet girl everyone expected him and hoped for him to end up with-, not cat, not any other girl in this party that would just stand in line for him if he wanted- But her. She was being ridicules. He loved her and she has nothing to be so insecure about.
She better go find him and apologize so that they can continue enjoying the rest of the evening haply drunk together. She stared walking back to where she left him only to be frozen to her spot to what her eyes were witnessing. It was Beck, her boyfriend of almost 4 years kissing another girl right in front of her. She knew it was a complete cliché but she surly felt her heart break into a billion little pieces. And then she felt nothing. She felt numb... She felt... Dead.
He snapped his head at her as if he knew she was there, looking at him. His eyes met her for a second .A second that felt like a thousand years... Like - if she was all about clichés today- The whole room was moving in slow motion, there was no music , just silence wrapping all around her.
Her body obviously wasn't communicating with her dead soul because she could feel warm quick tears escaping her eyes before she could even begin to think about stop them from rolling.
She ran away as fast as she could to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. The next few minutes were so blurry thanks to all the alcohol that was flashing through her system. She couldn't remember what the hell was going through her mind at that moment but the next thing she knows is that she's pulling her favorite pair of scissors out of her boot and cutting a thin long line on her wrist. She finally breathed again as the sweet pain were spreading through her whole body. This was it- The good kind of pain she was always talking about. (along with one more kind of good pain that evolve a 2 person activity that was defiantly out of the question right now)
She just had a few second to enjoy the good pain before Beck barged in the room, stumbling towards her. He was obviously -as much as she was if not more- very drunk.
"Jade! Babe it's not what you think, you have to belive-" He suddenly stopped talking, obviously noticing the blood dripping down her wrist, and the scissors in her other hand. He just stared at her bloody wrist and didn't moved.
"Get the hell out!" She screamed at him from the top of her lungs . Her voice sounded so broken ,like she was almost sobbing, which she abominated with every fiber of her existence. She hated that he gets to see how weak and pathetic and broken she is because of him. She couldn't take another second of it. She started to push him back towards the door but he wasn't even flinching . She looked up to his face to discover something she never thought she'd witness. Was he?.. Are those tears she's seeing in his eyes? Beck Oliver NEVER cried.
"What did you do?" He said in the most weak and regretful voice she has ever heard him use in her life. But she didn't care, certainly not after what this bastard just did to her.
"Get the fuck out Beck" She shouted in a more intimidating voice this time. But he didn't budge even a centimeter.
He gently took her wrist in his hand. So gently she thought he was afraid to break her, as if she was made of glass. The second his comforting hand was touching her body she immediately felt a 100% calmer and she hated it. She hated the effect he had on her and she wanted to pull away and resist so badly but she physically couldn't move a muscle due to the paralyzing effect his simple fingers and eyes had on her.
"You promised you'll never do this again Jade... You promised!" His voice was still dripping from so much unfamiliar emotions that she had no idea how to handle with. She did promised him that. It only happened once, almost 2 years ago, when he kissed Tori at sikowitz's class. When he found her he took her pocket knife and made her swear she would never ever do that again, along side endless -what she thought at the sincere apologies .He kept saying how sorry he was and how he couldn't live without her, She couldn't belive she fell for that. She was starting to feel guilty before she- WAIT WHAT?! SHE was starting to feel guilty after HE cheated on her and caused her to do this?!
Well now she wasn't hurt, now she wasn't weak or broken or pathetic. Now every single other emotion she was feeling was gone and replaced with uprising blinding rage at that son of a bitch.
"Yeah... Well both of us are seeming to be breaking a lot of promises lately aren't we?" She didn't shout this time. He didn't even deserved her shouts. Her voice was just dripping with hate and disgust. She ripped her hand away from his and turned to leave but he took a step forward, blocking the door and trying to pull her into his hands "Wait! Jade please! You have to listen to me for just a second... I'm begging you ". The entire time he spoke she tried to resist and escape his embrace. She finally gave up , knowing this is pointless and he's stronger than her and can even be more stubborn if he wants too. "You have 10 seconds".
" I did not want to kiss that girl! She kissed me and I pushed her away the second she did! " He stopped for a second to check if the frown on her face was getting any softer... It wasn't. His hand naturally found its way up to her cheek and he stroke it gently "You have to belive me ...I am so so sorry . I never ever ment for any of this to happen " She was pretty sure his 10 seconds were over by now but she didn't interrupt " I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world. You and no one else. " His voice was soft now and the brown eyes that were staring deep into her blue ones could make her melt in a second. "I can not lose you again , ok? I need you , Jade .You have to belive me. Please tell me you belive me?" Instead of that usual smug smile that was usually on his face most of the time she could spot actual fear that she might not belive him .
She looked at him ,considering what she should do. She knew he was telling the truth. She knew him like the back of her hand and she could tell when he was lying, even though that never actually happened. She could see just how broken he is about what just happened and what it made her do, and that was the first time she realized he needed her as much as she needed him, if not more.
This whole evening has just been a nightmare of over drinking and misunderstandings . She softly cupped his face ,pulling him down to her and placed her lips on his. " Let's just go home, ok?"
He nodded at her and pulled her into a tight, relived embrace. "I'm so sorry" He mummerd again against her neck while brushing his hand thorough her hair.
She never ever saw him like this before. She didn't even knew what to do, so she just try and think about all the other times the situation was reversed. She did what he usually does, She held on to him tightly and whispered in his ear "Shhh. It's ok babe. Everything's ok".
They went home and this is so weirdly brought them even closer -if that was even possible- But that's ok, they were always weird and not at all typical highschool couple. He didn't really looked at her for a few weeks after that night but things were starting to get better and they started sinking back into the -not at all bad- routine they had as seniors. Like they picked up exactly where they left before that night. Like it didn't even happened and nothing ever changed, but one thing did- Jade didn't loved scissors anymore.
end of flashback
She kept looking at the picture of her young self smiling. She didn't look much different physically, Just a little older, and her goth phase was defiantly over. On the other hand she was a lot different on the inside. She was...Better. Much better than she was in highschool. She never touched scissors after that night again and her bitterness levels were A LOT lower now that she was out of the toxic enviroment of her father's house. Their relationship is a lot better now too, but that may be just because he got what he wanted... Well sort of.
It's not like she was completely different from the jade west everyone in this room knew, because Jade West was awesome . It's like she was an improved version of herself - still with her snarky smart comments, weird humor and incredible talent- and almost everything that made her her... But she couldn't help but feel like there was something missing of her all this years. Like she left a piece of her in highschool that she never manage to get back. But she didn't like to think about it much...She just lived her life without even thinking about it most days.
She heard some annoying giggling coming from her right side that brought her back to remember where she was. She looked at the girl, ready to tell her to shut up before noticing it was Trina Vega. Wait Trina Vega? She wasn't even in their year .What the hell is she even doing here? She guessed some things never change. She must have invited herself with her other as annoying sister Tori...Yikes. Her attention drifted to who she was giggling flirtatiously with. Was that really?... Sinjin Van Ceef ?! This guy looked nothing like the guy she remembered from highschool... He was kind of...hot? Oh yeah she remembered watching some news piece about how he invented some nerdy thing and how he's super rich now. Well... They always say the nerds are always the one to make it big.
All of the sudden the unease nervous feeling she almost forgot about was back like a sharp knife to the stomach. She just simply knew and felt with every cell of her body that his deep brown eyes were on her. Fixed on her face from across the room , not moving an inch. She turned her gaze and their eyes met and it was the first time in years she felt complete. Like the missing piece wasn't missing anymore and she was completely ok if she'd die right now and that would be the last feeling she'd ever feel. "Beck Oliver" She spoke to herself shaking her head and smiling " That son of a bitch"