Authors note:
So I guess it was rude of me to not write an Authors Note before the last chapter, my apologies.
This is my first Victorious fanfic and also my first fanfic in a while so it would be great if you would write your thoughts about it.
Here's the second chapter and I hope you will like reading it as much as I liked writing it. Since this chapter is short I might post another chapter tonight or tomorrow morning.
Peace out, MLES
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score
You and I get sick, yeah I know that we can't do this no more
"We really can't do this anymore" Beck said and looked Jade straight in the eyes.
They were sitting in his car that was parked outside of their school.
Ever since the phone accident they had kept their distance from each other. It was safe to say that they both needed to cool off before they talked to each other again. So here they were, two days later, in Beck's car.
Jade broke the eye contact and shook her head.
"Do what?" she asked in a monotone voice.
"Are you serious right now? What do you think I mean?" Beck was getting tired of Jade's vacant attitude. Sometimes he thought that she only had two gears "too fast" or "too slow".
Jade sighed and threw her hands up in the air in frustration.
"Enlighten me, please!" She screamed
Beck tightened his grip around the staring wheel and he could see his knuckles getting white.
"I mean this; all of it. You and I can't have a conversation without one screaming at the other person. For some fucking reason we can't go a day without tears, screams or fighting. I'm tired of it; I am so fucking tired of it."
Silence filled the car and Beck was waiting for Jade to say something. Little did he know that she was doing everything in her power not to cry.
Minutes of silence went by.
"Say something" Beck begged. He was scared that he had gone too far with his outburst. All he wanted was a reaction from her; just anything at all.
Jade took a deep breath and shook her head.
"You said it all didn't you? We apparently can't do this *she made a motion; pointing her finger at him and then at her* anymore"
She opened the car door and slammed it hard behind her.
He didn't know if he wanted to beg her to stay or yell "go to hell".
So he didn't say or do anything.