Hello

So this was not really planned out, but I got the urge to write it and I couldn't stop myself. It just happened!

This is a story I want to semi base on Bring Me to Life by Evanescence, and it's probably gonna get kinda smutty kinda fast…

Anyways

Enjoy?

Beck's POV

My name is Beck Oliver, and this story that is my life is just an example of how one thing leads to another. I know that's obvious and vague at the same time, but I have no other way of introducing it.

I could say it all started when I was born, but the main parts started not too long ago. It's my senior year at Hollywood Arts High School and I'm beyond excited to be here, and get out of here at the same time. It was only November, but I'd already gotten early acceptance to UCLA's school of film, theatre, and television.

Part of me wanted to graduate today, but other parts would miss HA and all my friends here. The main ones being Andre Harris and Robbie Shapiro. I hate sounding cocky, but I'm pretty popular here.

Girls think I'm good looking and guys think I'm cool. Which was fine by me, I always try to be friendly and people always tell me I'm likable. Despite the fact that my family didn't have as much money as some of the other kids around here, I fit in perfectly. Still, money never stopped me from having a lot of friends.

Andre was like my wingman, always up and ready to have a good time, go partying, hit on girls, or just make music; which he was really good at. Robbie was more like our sidekick, but we loved having him around. He was nerdy, and a major dork that always had us shaking our heads at him.

The story really starts one day after school when I was at work. As a part of my scholarship to Hollywood Arts, I had to work as a math tutor for the school. It wasn't that bad, I was always good at math and I liked helping people so it was all good.

That is, until one Friday afternoon, Jadelyn West walked into the classroom. Let me get one thing straight here, I usually don't gossip or pay any attention to gossip, but it was hard not to hear things about this girl.

She was a sophomore here at Hollywood Arts, and I'd never had any classes with her, but her reputation preceded her. Jade was known around here as a rebel without a cause. She was a wild child that no one dared to go up against.

I'd heard that she once knocked out an acting teacher with his own coconut, and that she hated when people called her by her full name. Andre told me that she was really talented, but 'scary as hell' as he put it. And then there was the time Robbie came to lunch late with his underwear pulled up over his head. All he could say was 'Jade did it. She said I looked at her funny'.

So while I didn't know for sure if any of those things were true, I had all of those thoughts in my mind when she strolled in. She had on a low cut scoop neck black top tucked into a dark blue skirt with black tights underneath. The sound of her boots stomping across the room made some of the students look up in fear at her.

By the time she approached the desk up front, four kids had chosen to leave the room rather than face her. I couldn't help but wonder what they were so afraid of. She was just a girl; a really pretty girl now that I saw her up close.

Her skin was pale in comparison to her black curls, and her lips were a full shape with a hint of color on them. The rebellious parts of her were even cute; the shiny stud on her nose, the ring on her left eyebrow, and the royal blue streaks showing in her hair. The only thing remotely scary was her expression. It was blank, but at the same time threatening, her blue eyes bored.

"Hello, how may we help you?" Mr. Jones, the head instructor at the tutoring center asked her politely. He was a young guy about 26 fresh out of college, looking to be a math teacher. I liked his pleasant attitude towards life, and the kids loved his teaching style.

Instead of replying like any civilized human being would, Jadelyn handed Jones, as we called him, a folded piece of paper. As he read it slowly, I watched her from my seat next to the desk. She must've felt me staring because a moment later she looked at me with her eyes narrowed. I looked away instinctively, not sure why.

"Alright, then Jadelyn," Jones said as he put her paper down on his desk. "Go ahead take a seat, and do your work. Raise your hand if you have a question."

"Jade," She responded, her voice cold.

"Excuse me?" Jones questioned politely.

"Call me Jade," she said before turning her back on him and walking to a seat in the back of the room. Okay so rumor 1 had been correct, she didn't like her full name.

"Do you know her?" Jones whispered to me when he sat back down.

"No, why?" Even he was intrigued by her.

"She seems…"

"Bitchy?"

"I was going to say interesting, but I guess that works too." We both laughed. Jones always made this job easy.

After a couple hours, the room seemed to clear out, Jade being the last student. It was 6:30pm and we closed at 7, but it was Friday so I was a bit surprised she was still here.

"Hey, man, you think you can cover this last half hour?" Jones asked nicely. "It's my two year anniversary, and I'm trying to surprise my girl."

"Yeah sure, bud. Get out of here." I nodded and he left. He was a good guy, and Andre and Robbie weren't picking me up till 7 anyways. We were supposed to go out to some party Robbie had gotten us invited too. It was weird enough that Robbie was invited but we agreed to go because it was hosted by some red headed girl he had a crush on.

I looked across the room to see Jade erasing violently on her page. I saw that a lot in here, frustrated kids…but none of them made erasing look so…hot. She returned to reading something in her book while I stared openly.

"How's it going over there?" I called to her. Maybe she needed help? Or maybe I just wanted to talk to her…

It didn't work though; she looked up and gave me a dirty look before ignoring me completely to return to her work. I shrugged to myself; hey I was just trying to be nice. I saw the folded paper she'd brought in to Jones and reached across the desk to fetch it. I opened it and read it over a few times.
"Jadelyn West. Grade 10 student repeating Algebra 2 for the second time. Relies on natural intelligence, but needs to make the effort. URGENT that she receive immediate attention."

Huh, that was weird. It was signed by Laine, the school counselor, usually kids never brought in a note, and if they did it was from their math teacher. Maybe her parents got involved or something. Still it was my job to make sure she understood this stuff, I should try again.

I got up and walked into the war zone that she'd created in the back row. I approached her desk cautiously, not trying to spook her.

"Do you need any help with anything?" I asked in my nicest voice.

"Did I ask for help?" She snapped, looking up at me with piercing blue eyes.

"Uhh no, but I thought—,"

"Then NO. I don't need help," she spat out her words like venom. Why was she freaking out? I was just doing my job, but this was a bit amusing.

"Well if you need anything at all," I said as I sat down sideways on the chair in front of her desk. "I'll be right here."

"Seriously?" she scowled, and I realized how close we were. I could almost feel the irritation radiating of her body.

"Yep," I popped the p, and acted cool.

"I'm out of here," she said, shaking her head and putting her things away. She stood to leave, but I stopped her by standing in front of her. "What?"

"So I guess those things they say about you are true…" I said, originally meaning to tell her sorry.

"What things?!" She said, raising her voice.

"Oh you know, short tempered, mean, carries scissors in her skirt…" Those were just a few of the things I'd heard in the two years she'd been here.

"Hah." She scoffed. "So I guess you're just stupid enough to believe all that?"

"Are you saying the rumors are true?"

"I'm saying you're an idiot." She said, completely unfazed. I had to hand it to her, she was more confident than any sophomore I knew, and more seniors I'd known. And she had a way of speaking that left her voice echoing in my mind.

"Careful now Jadelyn, you have to be kind to your tutor."

"DON'T call me that."

"Jadelyn is a much nicer name than idiot."

"Well if you're dumb enough to believe anything you hear, you deserve to be called an idiot!"

"Now now Jadelyn, I was only asking for clarification. There's no need to get testy." It was kinda fun messing with her. She took things a step further though.

Without a word, she grabbed my wrists and brought my hands to her waist. I didn't know what she was doing, but I like how her body feels. I moved my hands to grip her hips, and couldn't stop my eyes from looking down her shirt.

"Don't be shy," she said seductively from below me. I looked at her to see her lips pursed together on her sultry expression.

Not wanting to disappoint, I slid my hands up to her waist slowly and back down, pulling her body closer incidentally. I could feel the heat from her body against mine as I moved my hands around her back, letting them slide under her shirt.

"Mmmm, careful there officer," she purred at me as she arched her back, pushing her breasts into my chest. Now, I've had my fair share of girlfriends, and I'm not at all shy around girls period, but this girl was something else. I've never seen a girl be so…sexual; excluding any I'd seen in pornos.

In return to her sensual words, I made this pat down more inclusive by sliding my hands down to her ass. My hands couldn't grasp it all, but I squeezed it gently making her moan against me. The sound drove me crazy and I decided to go on the offense, stopping the foreplay to get to the point. I retrieved the item I'd originally thought to be seeking and clearly left her wanting more as she pressed her body into mine so we were totally one.

"Aha," I said quietly as I brought back my hands from frisking her back. I kept one arm around her while the other brought the prize I'd found between us. "So it is true." I said holding a pair of scissors I'd just found tucked into her skirt.

"You got me," she whispered up only millimeters from my lips. I wanted to pull her in and kiss her roughly, but I think if I do, she'll think she won. I don't know what game we were playing, but I know I don't wanna lose. Still…her lips looked soft and full and oh so inviting.

She won though, because she found the will power I couldn't and detached herself from me entirely. She picked up her bag and made it all the way to the door before I caught my breath and snapped out of the daze she sent me in.

"You—you're—your scissors!" I called to her, holding out the shears like the idiot she already thought I was.

"Keep 'em," she said, smirking. "I have more." She blew me a kiss, and left the room.

Damn.

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At 7 I went outside to the parking lot to see Andre and Robbie already waiting in Andre's black Nissan Altima. I got in the passenger's seat and Andre took off, Robbie in the back.

"How was work?" Andre asked politely.

"Do you guys know Jade West?" I couldn't help but bring her up; she'd been running in my mind nonstop since she left.

"Ugh!" Robbie pouted from the backseat. "Do I?!"

"No, I mean have you ever like formally met her?"

"Oh. No, I haven't." Robbie shook his head. "Unless you count that atomic wedgie she gave me last month as an introduction."

"I don't!" Andre said what I was thinking. "Nah, we don't know her. Why?"

"She came into the center today," I started. "And she—,"

"Wait wait!" Robbie cut me off. "Jade!? Needs tutoring? That's gold!"

"Go on…" Andre said, ignoring Robbie like we usually did.

"Yeah, well she…left an impression?" I know that was a weird way to put it, but it was true.

"Did she give you an atomic wedgie too?!" Robbie asked excitedly.

"Uh, no. She didn't." I shook my head. "Besides, I thought she didn't pick on you anymore."

"She doesn't!" Robbie perked up. "Cat told her to stop."

"Cat?" I'd heard him talk about her before…right?

"That's the girl who's throwing this party we're going to." Andre helped me out. "Red hair? Dresses girly? Ditzy?"

"Oh, right!" I remembered her sitting with us at lunch once. She asked me if I used real shampoo on my hair; I'm still not sure what that means. "How does she know Jade?"

"They're like best friends," Robbie said as if I should've known. "Cat, Jade, and Tori? I've only been talking about them for the last two weeks?!"

"Alright, relax man, I remember." I lied a little. It was so hard to pay attention to Robbie when he talked, I never knew when he was done.

"Tori's the one with the cheekbones," Andre helped me again. "Their sophomores. Hot sophomores."

"Yep and I'm dating one of them!" Robbie proclaimed proudly.

"Dating?" Now I'm sure I would've remembered that.

"Well…she invited me tonight, didn't she?"

"Yeah but I don't think that's a date."

"Okay irregardless! She invited me and tonight I'm gonna kiss her." Robbie went on to tell us his brilliant plan of getting Cat to go outside with him and how he was gonna kiss her under the moonlight.

It was all very romantic, and I was happy he'd found a girl he like, but I couldn't stop thinking of Jade. When we showed up to the party, my fantasies of her were made real as I saw her standing on the large staircase in the middle of the living room.

She looked like a goddess or something in a tight off the shoulder dress that popped against her skin tone. With Cat and Tori on either side of her, they looked like Charlie's Angels. I caught her eye and she smirked at me, making me wonder what the night had in store…

Like I said, this was a semi-rushed spur of the moment kinda thing, but what do you think?