Two-shot ONLY! Just to clear up my writers' block so I can get back to my two main stories.

Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT.


Beck's POV

It's been three days. THREE. DAYS.

And she's already moved on.

Three days ago, I ended it with Jade West. I expected her to slap me.

Which she did.

I expected her to blame Tori.

Which she did.

I didn't expect her to walk into school on the arm of Robbie Shapiro.

Robbie? Really?

And where's Rex? Is she his new puppet? No, Jade West is controlled by no one. What game is she playing here?


It's after first period that Cat goes running to the Janitor's closet, sobbing, dragging me with her. The girl has a surprisingly painful grip, and my wrist remembers that for the rest of the day.

Once in the closet, she breaks down.

"I thought they cared about me!" She says in her Cat voice, crying into her hands.

"Who?" I ask blindly.

"Jade…..and…and Robbie." Cat sniffs.

I give the red-haired girl a hug, and leave her on the closet floor, still crying.

I walk straight up to Jade and Robbie, standing beside Jade's scissor-clad locker.

"What the hell are you doing to Cat?" I demand, suddenly mad.

She raises an eyebrow, not flinching, but Robbie snaps his head to look at me.

"What do you mean?" Jade inquires innocently.

"Oh, drop the damn act, Jade! She's torn to pieces right now!" I shout.

Luckily, the halls are now empty.

"Is she okay?" Robbie asks softly.

"No! Aren't you listening? She's flooding the janitors' closet as we speak!" I tell the boy, motioning to the tear stains on my shirt.

Robbie looks mad.

He turns to Jade.

"I'm done with this, Jade." He states, plain and simple.

"What the hell do you mean, Robbie? You're not going anywhere. Come on, let's get out of here and go make out in my car." She demands, tugging on his wrist similar to how Cat tugged on mine.

But Robbie yanks his arm free, shaking his head in disgust, and runs off.

Did Robbie Shapiro just stand up for himself? And to Jade, of all people…..?


Tori and I are in my RV, practicing our parts for the upcoming play. We're the main characters, Darien and Samantha. I, Darien, take a bus out of state, planning to run away from my problems. Samantha, my love interest and longtime secret crush, comes after me.

We're at the scene when she's supposed to kiss me, right when she opens the door to my apartment I rented outside the state. It's the first time she's seen me in a month, and the first thing she does is throw her arms around my neck.

And honestly? I can't be more excited to kiss Tori, until the phone rings.


Tori's POV

Beck shuts the phone, throwing it at his bed. His hands go to his hair, his elbows on his knees. Then he stands up from the couch, and walks to get his jacket and keys.

"Beck?"

He doesn't answer.

"Beck. What's wrong? What's going on?" I come up behind him, placing my hand on his shoulder. He turns to face me and I can see how much of a blow he's taken from whatever that call meant.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he willingly falls into me a little. I've never seen Beck Oliver so weak.

But he pulls himself together, not once sheading a tear.

Lately, we've been hanging out a lot. It's been two weeks since Jade was using Robbie, and he and Cat have been going out since a week ago, when Cat finally forgave him at lunch. Jade hasn't been at school for the past two days.

But honestly, I've figured out something. Realized something. I've always had feelings for Beck. But lately, it's been a little stronger than that. A lot stronger. It's something in the way he smiles, the sound of his voice. The feeling I get when I look him in the eyes. And how every single time I'm with him is the best time of my life. I love him….

Beck finally tells me what's going on.

"Jade's in the ICU. She tried to kill herself. Came pretty damn close to succeeding, too."

And all my chances fall apart. He's going to go back to her, and we both know it.

But I can't be mad at her. She needs all of us right now. So I pull him to his truck and we're there before I can think a single thought whirling around in my head.

I feel kind of numb.

Because really, Jade West is the strongest person I know. And she fell. She somehow decided she couldn't take life anymore.

And if that could happen to her? Then I'm screwed for sure.


We can't go in to see her. Not for another few hours. She's not stable yet. We sit in the lobby, the whole group. Jade's parents are flying back from Tahiti.

Andre tells us how he found her.

"I got a little worried, so I thought 'Hey, Andre, why don't you bring her some soup?' Because you know. Soup. It's good stuff. I knock on her door and it pushes open. I call into the house, and it feels a little like a horror movie. But when I get in the kitchen, deciding to make sure no one broke in, it LOOKS like a horror movie. She…..she's on the floor, and the blood is everywhere. The knife is still in her hand, and I can see where she cut herself. Lines of red pooling from her wrists and neck, and a stab wound to the stomach. Lastly, her favorite pair of scissors jammed right into her thigh. It looks like she didn't want to make it….quick." He said, swallowing. His eyes are hollow, just like his words.

"I thought she was dead. I called 911 anyways, and they told me she was still there when they got there. On the way here…they had to bring her back….three times. They say there's a 13% chance she'll make it. I don't know how they came up with that number…..but that's her favorite number."
And then Andre Harris is crying.

Cat is too, huddled into Robbie, and the only reason he isn't breaking down is to be there for Cat. Beck is staring at the floor. He looks dead to the world.

We're there when she wakes up.


Everyone hugs her, and she's crying, and so am I. But she won't hug me. When her eyes find me, she grabs Beck's hand.

Her eyes are cold. Filled with hatred.

The room goes silent.

"Hey Jade," I smile, "It's so great to have you back! We all-" and she cuts me off, starting the most painful five minute conversation of my life.

"No! This is your fault! You took him from me! He fell for you and you took him from me! You took Beck! This is your fault! You're the reason I'm in here! And you're the one who should have been on the floor of that kitchen!"

And she's sitting up, ripping all the tubes and needles from her arms. Everyone is frozen, including me, and they watch us as if life is now continuing in slow motion.

She's across the room, somehow managing to walk over. I see the stiches in her forearm rip as she puts her hand to my throat, and she doesn't even flinch. The world is turning black when I feel her hands leave my neck, and see Andre dragging her back. The nurses rush in, and I stumble backwards out of the room.

"Just get out of here Vega! Leave, and never come back!" I hear her yell.

But what hurts more than her words?

Beck did nothing. He didn't look at me, didn't help me. Hell, if Andre hadn't have gotten her off of me….well….I'd be dead.

But Jade West isn't the bad guy.

She loves Beck, and her heart broke.

We all have our breakdowns, apparently, even Jade West…

….and how can I blame her?


Okay, darlings!

I know this is asking a lot, but I want ten reviews before I post the other chapter, part two.

If I never get ten reviews, then so be it, I never post the next chapter.

I know Jade seems like the bad guy here, and I just want to clarify that I have nothing against the character of Jade West. But it's just for this certain story that I did that.

Until next time, darlings!