(From Jade's POV)
"You love me again."
"Who said I stopped?"
Everything came crashing down in my heart. All the times he said, "I love you," was a lie. All the sweet exchanges between Beck and I, all the comforting hugs when I was upset, all the random kisses, and all the love I thought we shared. It was all complete, utter lies.
I could finally admit it. We were over, and there was nothing I could do about it. At night, I cried into my pillow until I cried myself out until I finally drifted off into a restless sleep. Lately, I didn't care even more than usual when my dad lectured and yelled at me to take out my piercings, remove my tattoos, and to give up my dream of being a successful actress. I didn't care what he thought of me, because one of the two things I cared about, (Beck and my acting career,) were gone. In the morning, I washed my face, piled on my black makeup, and pretended not to care. But, if you looked at the right time during the school day, you could see a silent streak running down my face.
"Hey," says Beck.
"Whatever," I mutter. The nerve of that boy, talking to me after he broke my heart and sent my world crashing down. Shockingly, he seems genuinely surprised I said that to him. I guess he didn't pay any attention to me when we were dating, if he didn't even see that coming.
I spent Sikowitz's class staring straight ahead, not bothering to look at anyone. Stupidly, I thought about Beck, which only made me more irritable. Neither of us really knew whose fault the breakup was, and I didn't want to think about that, anyway. It made me feel like crying, and I don't want to cry in public. Instead, I thought about how much I wanted to reach up to kiss him one last time, how much I wanted to tangle my hands in his gorgeously fluffy hair, about how I wanted to stare into his chocolate, brown eyes.
I cut class the rest of the day, and stayed put in the janitor's closet. I sat there, thinking about absolutely nothing, staring into blank space. When the final bell rang, I quietly snuck out the back doors and walked home. That night, when I was about to follow my nightly routine of sobbing until I slept, I just thought. Thought about how I could come back, about how my life wasn't over because of this setback. About how even though I still loved him, I was getting stronger. I had all of these thoughts.
Completely crumbling was the next thing I did. My life wasn't complete until Beck Oliver was by my side. At that point, I knew: Loving him was the best thing I ever did.