Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious at all. This story begins exactly sixteen seconds after the steps scene and is dedicated to Nick who inspired it
Beck waited exactly sixteen seconds before sitting down next to Jade.
"We need to talk," he said.
"WHAT! ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME? I DID WHAT YOU SAID," she exclaimed disheartened.
"Jade," he said, "No I'm not breaking up with you. I'm not even close to breaking up with you. I just wanted to talk with you... alone"
"Are you going to get mad at me," she asked; her anxiety fueling again.
"No," he said, "Jade this jealousy issue is a problem between us. It's what gets us into trouble more often then not."
"More like me," she said
"I don't like it when you're upset," he told her, "But I also don't like it when you are jealous. It makes me feel like you don't think you're good enough."
"I'm not," she said, "My father always told me that"
"Your father is the biggest moron that has ever walked this planet," Beck said
"But I'm always hurting you," Jade replied, "I don't know why. I just get crazy is all"
"Jade I'm the best actor in the school... 2nd only to you but I'm also nice, handsome and have amazing hair. I'm smart and well a natural born winner"
Normally Jade would have jumped on that last remark but she let it go this time
"Modest too," she said sarcastically.
"The point is I can have all the girls that I want any of them but I don't want them. YOU are the only one that I want. Do I flirt sometimes... yeah I do and I shouldn't. But that is harmless flirting. That stage kiss with Tori last year didn't mean anything. It wasn't even a real kiss. Oh and by the way when I was kissing her for the play UPTOWN DOWNTOWN I was picturing you. I love you."
"Then why do you get mad at me sometimes," Jade asked, "and why do you get mad in the first place"
"I wish I knew," he said, "It seemed like the best thing to do at the time. Getting mad doesn't solve anything but I think I just wish that you would trust me."
"I do trust you," Jade said, "It's me I don't trust."
"Why not," Beck asked, "Don't you see the incredibly beautiful, smart and loving person that you are behind all the black and Goth."
"Don't speak of it," she said strongly, "I have a rep to protect"
"And I have a girl to get the point across that I love"
He took something out of his pocket. It was a necklace with half a heart. Her name and a number was inscribed in it. He had a necklace with the other half of the heart. He slipped it onto her and fashioned the chain but in that moment he fashioned more then that. He fashioned his assurance of his love onto her.