A/N:

Sooo...this is a new idea that I've been playing around with for a while now. It's a little cliché, but hopefully original enough for you to enjoy. I haven't written multi-chap for Victorious in a little while, but I hope that doesn't affect my writing for it.

Thanks to sshaw101 for helping me out on this and just generally being lovely.

Tell me what you think for a preview of the next chapter, I love hearing from everyone.

~ Caitlin

Stepping off of the plane, Jade takes a deep breath. It had been a long summer vacation that she had spent in Florida, staying with her aunt and uncle. It'd been a relaxing two months yet Jade never truly felt tranquil or at peace, the last words she'd shared with Beck weighing heavily in her mind, replaying as she went to sleep every night. She'd pushed him too far; he'd had enough of the lies, of the arguments, of the jealousy every time he stepped out of the front door, and he'd snapped.

Even though she knew it was her fault, she definitely knew that much, she would never forget the heartbreak that those last words caused her. She'd never forget the shake of his head, the manic, humorless laugh as he'd demanded, "Where is the girl I fell in love with?" He'd tried to take it back, ran his hand through his hair and said feebly that of course he didn't mean it, that she was standing right in front of him. He could barely stand to look at her, to see the pain and disappointment in her eyes. It was almost worse than her screaming at him, the silent storminess that brewed in her blue eyes. But she'd had one too many rejections lately and Beck's weak attempt at persuasion stung. Both teenagers stood their ground, both having too much pride to take it all back and kiss and make up.

Those words had knocked the breath out of her, leaving her struggling to draw breath. So she'd hopped straight on the first plane to the Sunshine State, and she'd tried to leave all her troubles behind her, shaking them off as she walked through the terminal and onto the plane.

While her skin had tanned in the sunny weather, and the highlights in her hair changed from electric blue to sea-foam green (who knew there were over 70 shades of green?), Jade had, apart from a few minor details, stayed the same girl she'd always been since she'd left, much to her disdain.

The cool breeze of Hollywood welcomed her as she shook off the sticky heat of Florida, finally feeling able to breathe properly again for the first time in two months. That said, it could have been the fact that she was finally home, and finally able to try and make Beck see that she really was sorry that enabled her lungs to function properly once again, because he'd been ignoring all of her texts.

Familiar boots storm down a worn down path to a front door on the good side of town. Looking at the front of the house, you'd never know that a family that came from the bad side of town lived there. Jade shoves her tarnished key in the lock and turns it, half expecting to see an empty house. When she steps inside, she sees her mother smiling widely, her arm around her little brother.

The last few months had been difficult for the West family, and there had been many changes that were difficult to adjust to. Jade's parents had divorced (who hadn't seen that coming?) and her dad had packed up and left while her mother kept up the Stepford Wife routine with no husband to cherish, no daughter to show off, a grimace that was supposed to represent a smile stuck permanently on her face.

After suffering through a difficult hour of pleasantries with her mother, trying aimlessly to convince her that her aunt wasn't a better cook, that she didn't have a better figure, that her husband didn't love her that much, Jade finally found the time to unpack in her room.

Jade knew she was ready to get back to real life when she began to unpack her things, smiling at all of the small things she'd missed when she was away, such as her old jewellery box and angel figurine that Cat had given to her as a little girl. It was only when she places the angel back in her place after inspecting her that Jade sees the boy she hasn't seen in two months. Beck stares out of a frame, looking at her reproachfully. Jade had taken the photo sometime last summer, when he was staring at her. She'd snapped a photo before he could protest, knowing that he'd never let her otherwise. A small smile skimps her features for a moment as she remembers the moment fondly, and she wonders what he's doing.

An hour later, sitting at her desk in her room, Jade stares blankly ahead of her, spinning her phone in her hands. There's still no message, still no missed call, no slap message, no tweet, no splashface message, nothing. Jade's messages read "received" and "read" on her phone, so why wasn't Beck calling her back? Her frustration mounted as she continued to stare at the screen, staring until the words blurred with tears and her hands shook in anger and sadness.

That sadness quickly turned to fury as she wiped her tears and realized how angry she truly was at him for ignoring her for two whole months. Thoughts in her mind quickly expanded as she thought how she would never do that to him. Always one to give into her temper, even as a little girl in the grocery store (yes, Jade West was the little girl you had to step over to get to the checkouts while her frazzled mother fretted), Jade groaned in frustration. There was a loud crack and before she'd even known she had done it, her phone lay on the floor with a shattered screen, the case - a picture montage of all of her friends, including Beck - staring up at her in many pieces. Jade stares at the pieces on the floor, her head in her hands.

Meanwhile, startled by the noise, a baby begins to cry in the corner of the room...