Jade West could not stand the way everyone was looking at Tori Vega.
They stared at the perfect fucking Barbie Doll as she gracefully stepped into the foyer of Jade's Mcmansion, with her perfect fucking black tendrils and high cheeckbones, her short black dress swishing just above her knees. Her smile was so wide, Jade had to fight the urge to smack it off her face.
Jade looked down at her own long red silk dress, at the patch of hair she had forgotten to shave that morning, and immedietely wished she could dissappear.
Jade West backed out of the room, crept up the stairs to her bedroom, and slipped in her bed as her own party went on without her.
He found her spread out across her duvet, her black long hair in wisps across her tear stained face.
"Go away, whoever you are," she growled.
Beck ignored her, instead fell onto her bed, wrapped his arms around her body, took pleasure in the heat of her against his chest. "Jade." His voice is muffled against her hair. "What's wrong?"
Jade was silent for a moment, her breathing still, and he thought she had fallen asleep, but then she opened her mouth and let out little puffs of air, words spoken so softly that he had to rest his chin against her shoulder to hear.
"No one cares," she mumbled.
"Jade, I care. Tell me what's wrong."
But she was shaking her head. "No one cares," she repeated. "No one cares."
She was sobbing nwo, her shoulders trembling under the pressure of her own anguish.
Beck gripped her tighter, and watched as she broke her own heart.