She forces herself to smile, to unclench her hands and look as relaxed as possible. Given the circumstances. She wishes she had not gotten out of bed that morning.

"Jade," her name slips passed his lips in an almost whisper. She hates him even more.

"Beck. Hello," her words are unsurprised, uninterested. Exactly the opposite of what she was feeling. Like a total wreck inside. God, how long has it been since they had last been in each other's presence? Definitely more than ten years (she hadn't bothered to show up for Hollywood Arts' ten-year reunion) and it had not been a pleasant goodbye.

She tries not to think about it.

"What are. . . .What are you doing here?" His questions cuts through her thoughts and she blinks at him and wonders exactly that.

As soon as they had graduated, she left and never looked back.

So why is she here now?

She ponders the question, shrugs her shoulders and turns away from him, walking away.

"Jade!" She hears him call out after her.

She doesn't turn back and he doesn't go after her.

She gets a feeling and it's kind of like déjà vu.