Tori Fixes Beck and Jade
Jade's POV
"FINE. Go out with Meredith. EnJOY her cupcakes." I cast a death glare at Tori, Andre, and Beck, each in turn, making sure that the one aimed at Beck was especially scary. Flinging open the door, I heard Vega squeak in fear as I strode out. As soon as I heard it close, my strut turned into a jog. I scooped my backpack up from the floor where I left it before chasing Andre and Vega and ran out the school's front doors. Speed walking to a place where I could be alone, I felt tears sting my heavily make-upped eyes. Finally coming to the side of the school, I threw down my bag and slumped against the brick wall. Wiping underneath my eyes, I silently cursed myself. I was Jade West, scary intimidating Jade West who wasn't supposed to cry, let alone over a guy! A small sob escaped but I stifled it, and felt two more tears track down my face. I tried to think of things that made me happy: scissors, blood, scary movies, Beck. NO. Beck wasn't supposed to make me happy anymore. I thought of Beck asking out Meredith, and anger bubbled up beneath the sad. A mascara flecked tear fell onto my hand, and I wiped it on my jeans. I heard the bell ring, but it was only Sikowitz's class. I didn't care if I missed the crazy wazzbags class. Sniffing, the only thing I wanted to do was tell Beck how much I still loved him, how much I wanted to be together again, but I knew I couldn't. He didn't love me anymore.
Beck's POV
I shot Tori a look; she murmured something incoherent that I didn't even try to hear. As much as I hated to admit it, I was worried about Jade. My worries were multiplied as I saw her practically run out of school. I saw a glimpse of her face before she ran out, and we had dated long enough for me to know when she was about to cry. She always squinted her eyes when tears welled in them. I stopped at the now shut doors and I saw her walking fast around the outside of school. I sighed. I knew I had to get to class, and I knew it probably wasn't the best idea to follow her. As I turned around and began walking down the hallway, I ran into Meredith.
"Hey, Beck!"
Hi, Meredith. Um, hey, do you want to go to the Full Moon Jam with me?" I felt bad asking her when I knew Jade was somewhere sobbing, but I had to get over Jade, as much as I didn't want to. Meredith looked at me excitedly.
"Of COURSE. Pick me up at my dad's shop!" She smiled so widely I thought her face would split in two, and then rushed away. I sighed again, and the bell rang. I had to get to Sikowitz's class. When I pushed through the door, I saw that only Cat, Robbie, Andre, and Tori were there, seated in a tightly knit group of chairs. Tori looked up and waved me over, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Where else was I going to sit? I took my seat in a red plastic chair, and looked around again for Jade. A few more kids had filtered into the classroom, but she wasn't one of them. A guilty feeling swarmed around my stomach like angry wasps, I vaguely heard Tori apologizing, and behind her Cat was talking about how her brother fell asleep in the oven. Sikowitz walked in through the back door, with his trademark coconut, and started asking Tori and Robbie about their favorite meat ball fillings. I tried to listen, but I kept zoning out. My mind flashed back to freshman year, asking out Jade outside of the music room. She looked flustered, I had suspected she wasn't asked out much. My mind's eye then warped to our first kiss, our first fight, and all the the times in between. I remembered our last fight, the breakup. Andre's hand tapping my shoulder jolted me out of the flashbacks. I looked up to see Andre gesturing towards the back of the room, where Jade had apparently just entered. Sikowitz was asking about why she was late, and I saw that her eyes were red, and her makeup looked slightly smudged. Our eyes met and I turned away quickly as she snapped a sarcastic reply to Sikowitz's question. Sighing, he returned to the front of the class and continued the lecture.
Jade's POV
I inhaled deeply. I could hear Andre announcing that the Full Moon Jam would begin soon, and I knew that meant I was on in about 2 minutes. Tugging on my vest, I peaked around the stage. I saw Beck and Meredith talking, and my eyes narrowed. Shaking my head to clear my brain, I began to warm up my voice. As much as I tried to concentrate on my scales, my head kept turning to peek at Beck, and this time when I looked over I only saw Meredith, looking way too perky. Before I could help myself, my eyes searched out Beck. He was standing by the food tables and was talking to Tori, she looked upset. Smirking at her apparent unhappiness, that put me in a better mood. Then I heard Andre announce me, and I walked onto stage. A pulse of excitement surged through me, and I took my spot behind the microphone. The music started and I began to sing. Before long, I was completely lost in my performance, the words seemed to start in my chest and pour out of my mouth, taking all my bottled up feelings for Beck with them. I was conscious of him staring at me, and after the first chorus, I found myself returning the favor. He looked to be as lost in my eyes as I was the lyrics, but right now I didn't care. I was on stage, where I had always been able to express myself, let it all out, but never had my lyrics held this much meaning behind it. The song ended much faster than I remembered from rehearsal, and I saw Beck approach me.
Beck's POV
"Well, who isn't boring?" I knew the answer in my head even before she finished the question. And then, as if on cue, she started singing, and I knew that she meant the song to be pointed at me. As I stood clapping to the beat with the rest of the crowd, it felt as though she and I were the only people on the planet, and then the song died away, and I purposefully made my way to the stage. I walked toward her slowly, our eyes not leaving each others. I said to her the words I had been harboring for months.
"I've missed you." That was an understatement. I missed everything about her: the way she smiled when she watched a good film, how her hair looked in the morning when I visited her house even before she woke up (she was a notorious late sleeper), even how she ordered her coffee (black, three sugars). I missed Jade. It seemed like an eternity before she replied, and then we were kissing. I wrapped my arms around her waist and I heard the audience still clapping. She pulled away and smiled; a smile that said a million words, and then leaned in again.