this chapter is kinda longer than I meant for it to be, but there was just so much I wanted to do. Warning, this one's kinda smuttay D ;
Enjoy? : )
"The Bird Scene"
Jade's POV
"Need some help?" I asked in my fake sweet voice.
"Yes!" The disheveled mess that Tori was exclaimed.
"Interesting," I smirked and moved on, walking fast to meet Beck. Not that I was in a rush to have the same conversation we'd been having lately.
He'd ask to meet, we'd stare at each other for the longest time until he spoke, apologizing yet again for kissing Tori and swearing that it meant nothing. I'd yell and he'd listen or argue back but ultimately nothing would be settled.
As I walked to the 'secret' place Beck and I liked to meet, I slowed my pace and tried to think of anything new that I could bring to the argument. Nothing came to mind and I started to reconsider not forgiving him just yet.
Honestly, I wasn't even mad anymore about the whole thing. It had been over a week since it happened and Beck hadn't spoken a word to Tori at all. Probably because of how livid I was, initially.
I almost laughed out loud remembering myself throwing all his stuff out of the locker I claimed was ours. He had tried to calm me down; picking up his things and telling me to lower my voice as more and more students passed us by.
"Jade!" He had whisper yelled my name to try to stop me. I'd ignored him, of course, and threw a shirt at him as my eyes frantically searched the remaining contents of the locker.
"Jade, stop it!" He tried again as he tossed the shirt onto the pile of things I'd already chucked at him. "Babe," His tone softened and I felt my spine stiffen.
"Don't." I heard how threatening my voice sounded and took pride.
No way he was going to get out of this by sweet talking me. And how dare he even think for a second that I'd fall for it! How stupid did he think I was? With a new burst of rage I threw another article of clothing at his chest in a fury. He caught it though, only pissing me off more.
"Jade this isn't even mine!" He said, tossing my pair of shorts onto the pile. "And this is MY locker!" I glanced at him gravely and he backed off with his hands up. I didn't care whose locker it was, I just wanted all his shit away from mine. I threw a few more things his way while he took a pause before trying again. "Just talk to me," He said quietly and took a step closer to me.
I didn't care that half the school had gathered around the hallway to pretend to do something else while eaves dropping on us, but I knew he did. He had a reputation as a calm, laid back guy at this school; the guy who never lost his cool.
Of course none of those kids knew Beck like I did. And no one had ever seen us really argue. Which meant they never saw the shouting matches we had. And they never came close to feeling the intensity that we fought with.
"Okay!" I answered him in a fake perky tone and stood up from the ground. If he could ruin my reputation, I could ruin his. "Let's talk." My volume was still high so I knew everyone around could hear. "Let's talk about how you swore to me that Tori meant nothing to you. Let's talk about how you treat me like shit! About how you don't give a damn about me!"
"Jade!" He raised his voice only a bit, and I could tell I was getting to him. He hated when I questioned his feelings for me. I watched him take a deep breath then return to his whispered sound. "You know that's not true."
"It must be true," I gestured wildly and saw that I had everyone's attention. "If you had even a shred of respect for me, you wouldn't go around STICKING YOUR TONGUE DOWN OTHER GIRLS' THROATS!"
"I DON'T!" He smacked his hand against the top row of lockers and I heard a collective gasp come from the student body. He must've heard it too because he looked around self consciously then lowered his head to speak. "I don't do that, and you know it." His whisper yell was far less impressive; not that either frightened me.
"Oh really?" I countered and put both hands on my hips. "First it's Meredith and her fucking cupcakes over the summer and now it's Tori? How many girls do you have to French before it's enough?!"
I saw a vein strain in his neck and waited for him to get a sentence together. The Meredith argument had always been a breaking point for him. He always said it was one thing for me to get jealous, but it was completely different to accuse him of cheating.
"Nothing. Happened. Between me. And Meredith." His voice shook like it did when he got angry and I almost smirked. "How many times do I have to tell you that?!"
His raised voice shocked the kids around us and I felt slightly better. Everyone should know that I'm not the bad guy in this situation, despite the preconceived prejudices I knew they held against me.
"Maybe I'd believe you if you hadn't done it again today!" I shrieked, meaning every word. Beck always talked about trust like that was my problem. I was relatively sane before he drove me mad. There were just SO many girls, and he didn't do anything to fend off their advances. "Admit it! You love all the attention from these sluts!"
"It was a stage kiss!" He was screaming now, just like me.
"Bullshit!" I called him out. "You thought she was pretty then you convinced me you didn't even notice her only to stab me in the back and blame me for being jealous!" The fact that I wasn't even doing this to put on a show anymore was what threw him. I was well aware that I could be a bit…protective of Beck, but it's not like I was the only one. He could be just as jealous as me, the only exception was that he chose to keep it a secret while I didn't care who knew.
"It didn't mean anything!" He said for the millionth time and I knew I was done. I could only listen to him deny everything and defend himself for so long before I got sick of it.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," I said as I pulled my bag over my shoulder. "Because I don't want to hear it anymore."
"Jade!" The exasperated way he called my name when I'd only taken a step away from him made me want to stay. It was a mix of frustration and desperation that he rarely combined. "Wait."
"For what?" I shrugged and kept walking. "For you to do it again? Or for you to come up with another lame excuse?"
"Fuck!" I heard him hit the lockers again but I kept walking. "If you weren't so damn crazy!" His yell trailed off but made me stop before I opened the double doors.
"You're right!" I yelled back. "I must be crazy if I'm still with YOU!"
Things had gotten pretty intense that day, and the next day, and the next day, and so on. Everyday he'd come up with something new to make things okay and everyday I'd shut him down.
Now, though, I couldn't help feeling like I was over it. Tori has nothing on me and I know it. But I needed to be sure Beck knows it too. And Tori. And the whole school. Otherwise, all the other rats like her would sneak out and try to hit on Beck. Not that they didn't already, but I don't want those numbers to multiply.
I walked over to the locked door that used to lead to a janitor's closet, but was now used for storage and pulled out my key to it; of course only Beck and I had a copy, thanks to a favor from Sinjin (don't ask).
I shuffled down the dimly lit short staircase and stepped over the giant case of a tuba to walk to the corner Beck was standing at. He was leaning against the wall looking unbelievably hot and I felt myself swoon like a schoolgirl.
"Hey," He spoke and I recognized his nervous tone. Sometimes I thought it was crazy that he could ever be nervous around me. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
"Yeah, well," I kept my words short, not sure how I wanted this to go.
"Are you…still mad?" He hesitated, knowing I hated that question.
"I don't know," I sighed dramatically. "Are you still obsessed with Tori?"
"Jade!" He sounded exasperated. "I only let her kiss me because it was part of the game! And yeah, okay," He gestured wildly like I'd said something. "I admit, there was a tiny tiny piece of me that was still upset about the coffee thing but I know how stupid that was and I know, I know that's no excuse but I never meant to hurt you and I swear I'll never do it again and why are you smiling?"
"Sorry," I said, smiling a bit more. I couldn't help that I found it hilarious that he didn't even need me here to argue with me; I'd trained him well.
"What is it?" He looked more confused than ever.
"Nothing," I shrugged, but gave in. "It's just…should I leave?" I joked, but he didn't get it. "You're pretty good at fighting with me all by yourself so do I even need to be here?"
He cocked his head and still looked puzzled, but this time with a slow smile spreading on his face. One look at his goofy grin and I lost it, laughing uncontrollably. I think it had just been so long since we'd been able to be silly around each other, my body couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I hate when we fight," He said the minute we calmed down.
"Me too," Took the words right out of my mouth. He reached forward and pulled my arms to him till my hands were in his.
"Forgive me?" His eyes bore into mine soothingly and I felt the familiar comfort that came along with his presence.
"What do I get in return?" I crossed my arms and tilted my head to the side.
"I'll do anything you want," He clapped his hands together like a prayer.
"Anything?" I raised an eyebrow and heard him gulp.
"Anything," He nodded anyways. "Just please, please forgive me." I waited a few moments to make him sweat even though I knew what my answer would be. "Please?" He reached up and tucked a few strands of loose hair behind my ear. I nodded slightly and his mouth curled upwards in that grin again.
"But you owe me one!" I came up with my terms of negotiation on the spot.
"Okay," I nodded even though I knew he didn't know what I meant.
"I mean it, Beck," I held a finger up to him. "I let this go and I get one free pass."
"A free pass?"
"Yes," I confirmed, loving my creativity. "Someday, and I don't know when it'll be
or what'll happen but, I'm gonna screw up," I paused and he still looked confused. "I'm gonna say or do something that'll make you want to hate me—,"
"Jade, I could never—,"
"Shut up!" I stopped him. "I'm not saying you will, I'm just saying you'll want to. And when that day comes, I get a free pass. A 'no questions asked, end of discussion, I forgive you' okay?"
"Okay," He said after considering it for a second before grinning.
"And I swear to God, Beck, if you pull this shit again I'll—,"
"I won't!" He stopped me before I got too graphic. "I won't," He said more calmly as he pulled me closer to him.
"Fine," I sighed and let it go, releasing the weight of stress that I always got whenever we didn't get along. I rested my hands on his chest and felt as he slipped his fingers into the loops on my black jeans playfully.
"So how have you been all week?" He asked as if we hadn't seen each other almost every day since the kiss fiasco. "Tell me everything."
"Mmmm," I tried to think of all the little things I'd wished I could tell him. "I auditioned for the Sophia Michelle play on Thursday."
"Oh yeah," His face lit up. "I totally forgot, I'm sorry. How did it go?"
"Not so good," I admitted. The audition had been only hours after I witnessed Beck get mauled by Tori so I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with.
"What happened?" He frowned and I realized how much I missed having him to talk to. "We rehearsed those lines for hours."
"I don't know, I just wasn't into it," I shrugged. "How did your audition go? You went, right? I meant to remind you about the time, but...," I was too stubborn to text him.
"Yeah, I remembered," He nodded. "It went well, I think. But it won't be the same if you don't get the lead."
"Awww," I smiled at how sappy he could be. "Always a softie."
"One of us has to be," He shrugged and I play hit him. "So what else?" He asked as his arms enveloped me.
"Oh," I remembered some happy news. "My dad got hired for a huge case yesterday."
"You're kidding!" He was just as shocked as I was. "I thought your mom was making him take time off to spend with you guys?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "That was before the city council asked her to be in charge of some annual ball they throw."
"Ah," He smiled in understanding, knowing how involved my mother was in pretty much anything in L.A. "So she caved."
"Pretty much," I shrugged.
"Does it bother you?" He treaded carefully.
"Nope," I shrugged again. "What does bother me is that it's been like two weeks since I've been to your RV."
"Oh yeah?" He said flirtatiously. "Well, that can be arranged," He mumbled as he bent down a bit towards my lips. I closed the space between us with a kiss that I felt send shivers down his spine.
My tongue immediately began exploring his mouth as if it had never been there before. One thing I'd learned was that making up was the best part of any fight we had.
I felt his hands grasp my backside, pushing our hips together and unintentionally letting me feel how excited he was. No doubt he felt the same way I did.
"Sleepover tonight?" He broke himself apart just enough to speak then resumed the slow wrestling match between our tongues.
"Sure," I nodded and moved in to kiss his neck, God I missed the way he smelled. "But, I can't wait till then," I whispered frantically near his ear.
He seemed to agree because before I knew it, I was completely naked and pressed up against his bare chest while his jeans and briefs were down around his ankles.
"Mmm," He mumbled in pleasure when I stroked his dick slowly. Instead of taking his time, he gripped me under my thighs and lifted me up onto him. Within moments, he was pushing inside me. I welcomed him warmly, letting myself close around him with increasing bliss.
"Fuck," I couldn't control my dirty mouth when he pulled me off him then pushed back in in a swift movement. He did it again and again until my body quivered in satisfaction and I lost all control of the sounds I made.
The more I screamed with joy, the faster he seemed to move my body on his. He pushed me over my limit only to come inside me a moment later, leaving both of our bodies hot to the core.
Despite the heat, we held each other tight, breathing heavily in sync for who knows how long. Eventually we pulled apart little by little until he released me altogether, setting my unsteady legs on the floor gently.
"I missed you so much," He sighed and leaned back against the wall.
"I know what you mean," I smiled and stared at his weary expression for a minute before fetching my clothes. He did the same and we met back with a kiss, now fully clothed.
"So you missed me?" He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed me quickly as his arms slid around me. I let an overextended pause go by before answering.
"Of course I did," I gave in and kissed him again. No matter how mad I was how could I not miss him?
"We are so late for Sikowitz," He noted, but made no motion to leave.
"Oh well," I shrugged and continued staring at his seemingly flawless face. "He was probably just gonna do a bunch of drive by acting stuff."
"True," He nodded and kept his hold around me strong. "Drive by exercise!" He said with enthusiasm. "Pretend you're a beautiful, wild, sex crazed teenager in a locked room with her handsome boyfriend. Go!"
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*Next Day*
Beck's POV
"Aww man," I heard Robbie whine and turned to see him staring at his reflection in the full length mirror. He tried numerous poses that even in the drab, manly locker room still made him look feminine. "Tell me it's not as bad as I think it is."
"Uhh," I shook my head, staring at his skinny legs in those black tights. "Sorry man, can't lie to you."
He sighed heavily and tried to pull his gray t shirt a bit lower like that'd help. I had a feeling this ballet class he and Andre were taking would be more fun for me than them. Just as I thought this, Andre walked over from another aisle to join us.
"Sup," He nodded at me then chuckled at the sight of Robbie dressing Rex in an outfit identical to his.
"Not much," I shook my head and tried to stifle my laughter.
"Aww man!" Robbie's whine sounded even more high pitched when he directed it towards Andre. "Why don't you look as ridiculous as I do?" Andre just shrugged while Robbie tried to flex what little muscle he had in his arms. "And why doesn't Beck have to wear an embarrassing outfit?"
"Chill, Robbie," Andre said calmly. "Your arms are still bigger than any of the hot girls that'll be in class. Well…hopefully." He and I laughed while Robbie gave up on his reflection and started tying his shoes. "Too bad you couldn't take ballet with us, Beck," Andre moved on. "You're gonna miss out."
"Yeah, you're right," I nodded as we all started walking towards the main building. Our classes were across the hall from each other so I wouldn't be too far from whatever mess they'd get themselves in. "This is such a bad idea, I can't believe I'm not gonna be able to see it. You'll take pictures though right?" I joked.
"Say what you will," Andre shook his head at me when we stopped in front of our classrooms to wait for our teachers. "But you won't be laughing when we've got twenty hot chicks doing the splits around us and you're stuck with Jade."
"That might not actually be that bad," Robbie said in a zombie like tone. Andre and I looked to see his blank expression zoned out. We followed his lost gaze and realized what he was talking about.
Approaching us now from the girls locker room was Jade and a few of her friends. While I didn't like it, I couldn't blame Robbie for staring; She was wearing a low cut black spaghetti strapped tank top and a flowy black skirt with a slit up one leg. It was so simple, but the way her chest filled out the cami and the way the skirt curved around her hips made it worth staring.
Still though, I don't like the way my friends' eyes are glued to her body. I slapped the back of Robbie's and Andre's heads to snap them out of their stupor just as she got to us.
"Hey," She said to us all but only made eye contact with me. Robbie and Andre responded inarticulately while I just smiled. Even though she'd spent the night at my place and I'd had the pleasure of her company only a couple hours earlier, it seemed like forever since I'd last seen her.
Robbie and Andre must've gotten some kind of hint because the next minute, they had walked off, leaving us alone. Well, still surrounded by a ton of our classmates, but for the most part, alone.
"I like your outfit," She said as she looked me up and down. Mine was much less impressive; thin, black sweats and a dark green v neck.
"Funny," I responded. "I was thinking the same exact thing."
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A short while later, we were standing next to each other in front of the giant mirrors that covered a whole wall in the dance studio. Our eccentric salsa instructor was this tall, red headed woman whose perky attitude was starting to bug me.
This class was proving to be harder than expected, but for reasons I hadn't anticipated. It wasn't my own dance skills that were the problem; it was Jade. Every time I looked at her she seemed to be doing something sexual.
"Okay now," Miss Kathleen, as she preferred to be called, said. "Switch to your left," She demonstrated another arm stretch and we all mimicked. We'd only started out with basic stretches, and I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering to the shapes Jade's body was making beside mine. In the reflection of the mirror I saw Jade yawn quietly and sigh.
"Tired?" I whispered and glanced over.
"Mmhmm," She nodded lazily then smirked. "Someone kept me up all night."
"Me?" I said too loudly. A few kids standing in front of us turned around and stared; one look from Jade, though, and they turned back around. "Me?" I whispered this time and she nodded. "That's not exactly how I remember things."
"Alright, everyone on the floor," Miss Kathleen commanded and we all sat. "These next stretches will help us all achieve maximum flexibility for when we reach advanced choreography, mkay? Okay!"
She went on in that same upbeat tone and I followed her instructions hazily, every now and then stealing a glance at Jade. How did she manage to make a cross legged stretch look so sexy?
With one leg crossed over the other, she reminded me of last night. I pictured her sitting similarly on my bed doing her history homework…in only her bra and panties. She hated history and would find any excuse to interrupt her studying; which mostly included sneaking kisses from me.
"And everybody up!" Miss Kathleen went on and I snapped out of it, standing up with the rest of the class. "One last stretch, everyone reach, reach, reach!"
I was about to obey, but my body wouldn't let me. My eyes were stuck on Jade, who was 'reach reach reaching' down to touch her toes. Before she came back up I had a dirty vision of myself behind her, thrusting in and out of her.
I shook my head rapidly to shake the thoughts, even though I wanted to hold on to them more than anything. Focus. You're here to dance. Salsa, that's what this is about…not the rising slit in Jade's skirt.
About a half hour later, nothing had changed. We were learning a basic step and my mind was still running wild with fantasies; fantasies that I was currently trying to bury before my body…reacted.
It wasn't working though. I caught Jade yawning again and in that split second, I envisioned her mouth making that same o shape…only in my mind she was screaming my name repeatedly.
"And okay…," Miss Kathleen cut my dream short with her clear, concise tone as she wandered around the room. "Just keep going and I'll be coming around to check on you. 1, 2, 3," She chanted then paused. "5, 6, 7, yes!" She kept on going while I tried to keep up.
I hadn't been able to control myself from watching Jade. She seemed to have a natural rhythm that helped her take each step with ease. I wouldn't say the same about myself, though.
My eyes were focused on the swaying of her hips as my body half heartedly went along with the music playing. She caught me looking and smirked, making my cheeks feel hot and my feet miss a step.
Jade giggled but kept dancing while I looked around to make sure no one saw me trip. As I took in the room, I noticed most of the girls were at one side and the boys at the other. Luckily, everyone was too preoccupied with trying not to look foolish to notice my stumble, and our instructor, Miss Kathleen was busy helping Sinjin's uncoordinated self.
I got back on the beat and made eye contact with Jade in the mirror. She raised an eyebrow at me and I recognized the sultry look she had in her eyes; she wanted sex. I almost burst out in laughter at her timing, but she gave me a look that said 'why not' and gestured towards the door.
"Now?" I mouthed with a curious smile. She nodded slowly and ran a hand through her long hair, her hips still gyrating in step. I couldn't help myself from twitching below at the sight of her moving so sexily.
"Miss Kathleen?" I raised my hand and called to our teacher so I could excuse myself first. The excited woman skip walked over to me in an instant. "Can I be—,"
"Oh, Mr. Oliver!" She cut me off before I could ask and lifted my elbows a couple inches higher than they were. "You almost have it, now just remember to connect your arms. That's right, connect!" She said enthusiastically and I kept dancing, not knowing how to interrupt.
I glanced up to see Jade smirking as she gave an impatient look to the door again. I looked from our teacher back to her, and she just shrugged. I had to get out of here.
"Forward, 1, 2, 3," Miss Kathleen was saying, as she moved my arms with hers. I looked back to Jade just in time to see her pucker her lips in a kiss blown to me. I felt my dick move again and knew I was running out of time. "That's it, forward 1, 2, 3, back, 5, 6, 7."
The sound of the instructor counting only seemed to make me more excited. Like she could sense it, Jade looked at me one last time and licked her lips in slow motion, forcing me to react.
"I have to use the restroom!" I said too loudly as I brought my hands down to cover my erection. Miss Kathleen responded something I couldn't understand because I was already running out of the room at full speed.
Sometimes, Jade could really drive me crazy.
In a good way.