I was seething with anger. Beck, MY Beck, was kissing that…that… I can't even think of a word to describe her. Of course everyone started cheering. And I swear someone said it was about time that the Wicked Witch of the West ended her reign.
"Man, I love this school."
Beck looked a little dazed before he looked at me. When he saw my face his twisted in guilt. "Jade…"
He made a step toward me but thank heaven that the bell rang. I grabbed my Beck and ran for it.
"Jade!"
He screamed my name and I heard him coming after me, but I ignored it. My feet led me to the only place that made me feel safe in this school, the Janitors closet. The door closed with a bang and I glided down the walls on the floor. Tears were trying to fall but I pushed them back. I was NOT going to cry over a boy. Not even a boy as magnificent and wonderful as Beck Oliver. God, I love him. LOVED. I was screwed. That stupid boy owns my heart. Even though he broke it.
My head shot up when I heard the door creak open. The only one who was stupid enough to come in here would be Beck and I was right.
He walked in and kneeled before me with a concerned expression on his face. "Jade." He whispered my name as if he was afraid I would break. "I'm so, so sorry, baby."
"For what?" I really didn't want to look him in the eyes but in my opinion I also didn't have a chose. If my eyes wouldn't lock with his he would know how much he hurt me, that he broke me.
"Babe…" He sighed and his hand went automatically to his hair and started combing through it. "For...you know…"
"What's wrong, Beckett?" Sarcasm was dripping from my words and he looked up guilty. "Now you remember that you had a girlfriend?"
He noticed the past tense in my words and that scared him. "Jade, baby." He laid is hand on my shoulder. "You can't break up with me over this. It was acting. You know that."
"I can't? I can't!" I pushed him away and stood up. My hands on my hips. Finally I could feel anger. It wasn't all consuming yet, but it could be in a moment. "You can't tell me what I can and cannot do, Oliver! You lost that right maybe ten minutes ago. The exact moment that you kissed Tori Vega!"
"It was acting, Jade. It wasn't real." He also stood up and tried to grab my hand but I slapped his, before he could grab mine. The look of hurt on his face was evident. "Baby, you know it's not real when I kiss someone while acting. We discussed this."
"That's when you don't have a chose!" The anger was consuming me now and I relished in it. "You chose to kiss hear. Hell, I can think of a million options that you could have said. Let's not, let me think no, little weird but no or maybe I have a girlfriend you obnoxious bitch. Alright if you used the last one you would lose but I really don't care about that."
"Baby, I know that, but you deserved a little punishment for what happened yesterday." As soon as he said it he realized that those words wouldn't make me give in. "Jade, I didn-"
"Don't bother." I pushed past him ignoring the fact that he tried to grab me. In the doorway I paused and looked back. For one moment the sorrow could be seen in my eyes. "We're over, Beckett Oliver." I was about to walk away when he grabbed my pulse again.
"Jade, please. Don't do this. We can get over this."
He begged me. God, he begged me. I closed my eyes pushing back the tears. Only a few more minutes and I could cry my eyes out. But not in front of him or anyone else for that matter.
"No, we can't." I pulled myself out of his grip and opened my eyes to look in his for one more time. "I will not be with someone who thinks I need to be punished by him cheating on me. Dad did that all the time and I will not let it happen to me. We're over. I will get my stuff tomorrow."
He said my name again and I heard his footstep behind me, but I ignored it. Just as I ignored the looks every student in the hallway was giving me.
"Ding dong the wicked witch is dead."
It wasn't meant for me to hear or it was. I don't know, but what I did know was that the boy who said that would be dead in mere minutes.
"Well, well." I grabbed my scissors and snapped them at the boy. The sound cutting through the drop dead silence. "If it isn't an idiot. Could you please repeat that again as the big brave boy you think you are?"
The boy backed away till he was against the lockers. His friend abandoned him in seconds. " ."
"Yes." My smile was as sweet as I could get it. "I just want to know what you said. Please."
"Jade, I-"
Looking behind me I growled and snapped my teeth. "Back away, Oliver. Or you will wake up without those luscious locks of hair. Got it?"
Normally he wouldn't back off but he must have seen something in my eyes because he lifted his hand in surrender and stepped back.
"Now." I smiled sweetly at the boy again. "Could you please repeat it for me?"
"D..ding.." He didn't continue.
"My dearest boy." He swallowed loudly and I grinned. "The words your looking for are ding dong the wicked witch is dead. Well, I do hope you believe me but I'm not dead. And obviously you must know what the witch does to people who are against her."
"I..Jade..it was a joke." He stammered a little bit and if my nose wasn't betraying me he just peed is pants.
"Nice joke, little boy." For the first time I touched him and pushed him against the lockers. "But I don't think it's funny." Out of the corners of my eye I saw that stupid brown haired bitch walking towards the little group that surrounded me. Because I really didn't want to see hear I snapped my scissors in front of the boy. "I would watch my back if I were you."
After that I released him and stalked of. Luckily my own car was parked in the parking lot so I didn't have to walk home.
A few blocks away from school I parked in an alley and dropped my head on the steering wheel. Finally letting my tears flow. I love him. Even after that I still do. He was my savior. Beck Oliver saved me years ago from the mental abuse I received at home. It was only a matter of time before he would be sick of me or tried to change me with the same methods my father and stepmother use. I never really thought it would be the last one. At least I put a stop to it before it went any further. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Cause it hurt. So much. Silently crying I wiped my face clean. The only tears I would shatter over him were going to be these. He didn't deserve more. I pushed the tears back again and took a deep breath before starting the engine of the car. My dreams of him were shattered. Just like me heart. But I had other dreams and who needs a heart.