A/N: I'm not sure if the Victorious fandom is still popular, but I thought I'd give Bade a shot since it's my fav ship.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

"Listen, Jade. I don't think this is gonna work out."

His face is solemn, and I try to find out if there's any change of expression on his face, but nothing has changed. He's always solemn. He was solemn the first time we broke up, the second time we broke up, and now it seems like it's gonna be that way for the third time. And I haven't even stepped into his RV yet, and I'm not wearing a jacket and can feel the cold goosebumps run through my flesh. It's unusually chilly tonight.

"Oh, greeaaat way to start a conversation, Beck." I say, giving him a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

So much for third time's the charm.

"Jade, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling really conflicted right now. I thought there would be no more fights once we got back together, and I thought that maybe there would be a little bit less fighting this time. But nothing's changed. We're still fighting. I just need to figure things out. I need to find out what I want. Please. Just let me figure things out."

I roll my eyes. "We don't fight, Beck. We bicker. And I thought you would have figured that out by now. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you still want me to get you a Rottenhiemer or whatever the hell kind of dog it is you want? Or a freshly squeezed cup of lemonade that's not in a can? Is that what you want, Beck? Because I can get them! I can get whatever the hell it is you want!"

I'm losing it. He makes me feel so vulnerable. He makes me completely let my walls open up around him, and he makes the other Jade West come out, and I hate that other side of me. I hate the vulnerable side of me, because Jade West isn't vulnerable. Jade West is never vulnerable. Well maybe around Beck, but she's never vulnerable. She almost never is, and she almost never lets her walls down, but here she is. Here I am, once again, acting completely vulnerable around him.

He rubs at his temples, looks down, and then looks back up at me again. "I don't want you to get me a dog, and it's a Rottweiler, not a Rottenhiemer." He sighs. "But I don't want you to get me a dog."

Rottenhiemer? Rottenweiler? Who the hell cares?! Is he really correcting the type of dog name now? Fuck. Fucking Beck. But if I'm so frustrated at him, why am I continuing to act vulnerable and continuing to let my guard and walls down?

Get your act together, Jade.

I shrug. "So you wanna break up?"

The words sliced through me like razor blades, and they were my own words. I'm supposed to be sharp as nails, but right now I'm only as sharp as a blunt pencil. I didn't want to use that line again. I don't want to break up with him for the third time, but what the hell am I supposed to do? How can I stop acting so damn vulnerable around him?

He sighs loudly. "Jade, I don't know what I want. I don't know what I want to do."

Usually he'd stop me before I said the words. Usually he'd tell me that I'm being ridiculous, or that I'm making a mistake, but he's not telling me any of those things. I hate using the breakup line, but he's right, even if I fucking hate using the break up line. It doesn't matter, because he's always right. I don't even know what the hell for, but he's right, and I know he's not being selfish even if he's just thinking about himself. Because I always think about myself. Beck's never selfish, and if he is it's always indirectly. It's always me who's selfish, because I'm Jade West, and I kind of have to be that way.

"Fine, Beck! Be that way. Do whatever the hell it is you need to do! But we never really fight, and I know I can be overbearing, and intimidating, and sometimes act insanely jealous-"

You're losing it, Jade. You're letting your guard down.

He looks down again, his voice low and soft like it always is, the voice that always gets me so damn vulnerable when I'm around him. "Jade."

"Are you still into Meredith?" I press. "Shocker there, Beck! Ever since you were in that stupid play with her two years ago, and ever since she gave you those stupid cupcakes, I always knew-"

He sighs quietly. "No. I was never into Meredith."

I chew down harshly on my bottom lower lip. "Is there any other girl that you're into? I just wanna know." I sigh, looking away so he can't tell that I'm more upset than anything else right now. "Is there any other girl that you're into?" I press further.

"No. I just need some time. I'm sorry, Jade. I know it's selfish of me, and every time we have gotten back together I've always loved you then, but right now I just need some time to-"

And then, out of impulse, I kiss him. But he quickly pulls me back, and I look away, trying not to let the mascara leak down my face so that I won't have to deal with the stinging. Beck hardly ever see's me cry, and I try not to let that vulnerable side of me show, but I've let my guard down too much already.

He threads a hand through his dark hair, looking down for a second after the abrupt retreat of the kiss before looking back up at me again, not saying anything. He was the one who crawled back to me this time, who told me he missed me, who kissed me on stage after I had sung that song that had been directly about him. And now he was retreating?

I nod slowly. "Conflict with your emotions, and try to find out what you want, and figure yourself out." I finish for him with another light nod, looking annoyed, but feel my heart hammer, drop, and crush at the word 'loved' and how he had retreated from me. "Gotcha. Yeah, I got it." I roll my eyes. "So much for third time's the charm. Fuck you, Beck. Fuck you."

And he sighs another time after that, loudly, rubbing at his temples like he's frustrated and then quickly closes the door to his RV.

Yeah. So much for third time's the charm.