(Probably will change to M for later chapters. NO flames saying how nasty this story will get)

Beck's POV

"Please. You don't understand how much I need this," I begged. I was 22 years old, just graduated from college, and just got fired from the best opportunity I'd ever get. I went to Hollywood Arts as a teenager. They say 90% of kids who go there end up in performing arts.

I guess I'm part of that 10% who didn't. Tori was singing. She wasn't famous yet, but she was close to a record deal. Tori was my girlfriend throughout high school. She was great, but she wanted to get out of Hollywood and I wanted to stay in it, so we split. I was more talented than her, everyone, even her, admitted it. She just had connections.

"I'm sorry. You're a talented actor, but there's just better. You're better off being a teacher. You got your degree in English and Performing Arts. Make something of it." John, my old boss told me.

"Please." I begged, my voice getting weaker and weaker.

"I'm so sorry Beck. I really am." He whispered, nodding his head.

I felt tears stinging to my eyes as I grabbed my briefcase and headed back to my three room apartment in the slums of town that I shared with my girlfriend.

Acting. What a stupid goal to have. A one in a million shot that I wasn't good enough to make. Forget the education at Hollywood Arts. The hours and hundreds of dollars put into acting camps and classes. I kicked an empty soda can on the side of the street.

What was I going to do? Maybe John was right. Maybe I could teach. It would pain my heart to teach acting and build up kids the way Sikowitz built me up only to see them end up like me. Jobless. But maybe English was more practical. I changed my path to Hollywood Arts. Whatever I did, I had to get a job soon before I lost everything.

"I'd like to apply for a job," I mumbled to the front desk.

"Beck?" the secretary said. I glanced up and smiled.

"Pat!"

"It's been awhile since I handed you detention slips and called your mother hasn't it," she laughed, reaching up for a hug. I wrapped my arms around the old woman and remembered my time here.

"So. You need a job? Acting teacher I suppose. Sikowitz is still here though." She said sadly. I made a mental note to talk to the crazy man.

"How about English?" I asked, tapping my foot with hope.

"You got a degree?"

"From UCLA."

"Impressive. Fill out this job application form, and I'll talk to Lane later. We'll get back to you. The recent English teacher just quit, so Lane's teaching the class for now. An interview probably isn't necessary because everyone knows you…" She mumbled, going through files and pulling out various papers.

I glanced up, worried. "Why'd the other English teacher quit?"

Pat laughed. "This senior named Jade West. She's not the friendliest of the bunch, but she should be no trouble as long as you can take a few insults and help her bring up her grade."

I laughed nervously. Jade West. It had a nice ring. Maybe I could bring out the best in her.

I grabbed a pen and started filling out the application. Name, Age, birthdate, address, blah.

A few long minutes later I handed it to her.

"It's great to see you Beck, "She smiled. I nodded.

"Good seeing you too."

I walked back to my apartment and opened the door.

"Hey babe, I'm in the kitchen!" My girlfriend Sherrie called out. I groaned. How was I supposed to tell her I got fired? We're already working hard. She works 70 hour weeks already. Doesn't take a day off.

"How was work?" She smiled. I sighed and pulled off my shoes. She frowned. "Not good?"

"Come here," I said. She slowly untied her apron and took the chicken she was frying off the stove. I patted my lap and she sat, wrapping her arms around my neck. She bit her lip nervously.

"What's wrong?" She squeaked.

"Uh…the movie. They found someone to replace me," I whispered.

Sherrie's face fell. "Did they give you another part? An understudy…anything?" Tears were coming to her eyes. I shook my head.

"What are you going to do?" She whispered.

"I applied for a job at Hollywood Arts on the way back," I said, "A teacher."

Sherrie fidgeted with her fingers. "Beck…that's great that you're visiting your high school, your old memories, but being a teacher means you'll get paid even less than before," She whispered.

I nodded. "I know baby, I know."

She wiped a tear from her eye and got off my lap. I looked at her face closely. She looked tired from waking up at 5 and going to bed at 12:30 every night. I was an awful boyfriend.

She rubbed her hands down her sides and looked up at me sadder than before. "I can't do this Beck."

"Can't do what?"

"The 70 hour weeks, the little pay, the bills piling up. I can't do it," She said, throwing her hands to her side.

I felt a pang in my heart. "It can't get much worse though," I whispered.

"I- just…need a break. I need a vacation." She said frantically, running into out bedroom and pulling a duffel bag from beneath our bed. I popped up.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to go live with my parents." She said, crossing her arms.

"Sherrie please." I whispered.

She turned around and grabbed an envelope of money I never knew existed from the counter.

"I need to Beck. I can't live like this. I've saved enough money for a one way flight to Florida. I'm going to live with my parents." She said slowly.

"One way? As in…"

"I'm not coming back."

I fell to my knees and helplessly watched her as she took her clothes out of the drawer, her hairdryer and makeup out of the bathroom, and a pillow from our bed.

"Goodbye Beck. What we had in college was great, but this is the real world." She whispered, before rolling the bag and walking out the door.

The weight that had been hovering over me for the 5 months I've been out of college crashed down on my shoulders. I picked myself up, and crawled into bed, clinging on to the blanket like a two year old.

Everything was gone.

Everything.

Okay this is my new story. This will be Bade. Jade just hasn't been introduced. But basically, Jade is a student at Hollywood arts who really needs a good English grade, and Beck is the teacher who needs all of his students to pass in order to keep his job. Jade is 17, Beck is 22, and they haven't met yet.

This story will change to M and it WILL be nasty.

Ok...

Yeah.

R&R, lemme know whatcha think! Byee!

Sarah