Hi : )

I didn't say this before, but because season 2 is only 13 episodes, most of them will probably be broken into at least 2 parts. I just need more! Haha

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Jade's POV

"So I've been thinking," I said, patiently leaning against the closed janitor's closet door.

"Okay?" Beck waited for me to continue as he pulled his shirt down over his head. We'd been fooling around in the janitor's closet instead of going to our last classes; a habit we'd gotten into this new semester.

"My father asked me to move in with him," I told him, having kept it a secret for a few weeks already. Beck paused his entire body for a few seconds before nodding slowly and coming back down to reality.

"Oh," Was all he said. I knew he wouldn't like the idea; he'd never quite forgiven my father for what happened the night of the purity ball. I hadn't really either, but as usual, in my family it was best to ignore the problem.

"Yeah," I accepted his silence as he finished getting dressed. I'd gotten faster at redressing myself after Beck either tore my clothes off or moved them into new positions.

"What did you say?" He asked as he buttoned the last button on his plaid overshirt.

"I said I needed to think about it."

"And?"

"And I'm thinking about it," I replied with a small shrug. "What do you think?"

"I think…you already know what I think," He tousled his long hair and looked away.

"Yeah, but if you weren't you, what would you think?" I tried.

"I am me," He found a way out of it. "And it doesn't really matter what I think, Jade. It's your decision."

"I know…but I don't know what to do," I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Technically they have joint custody of me, but he hasn't made an effort to see me until now."

"Do you trust him enough to live with him?" He asked a valid question.

"I don't know," I sighed. "It's not like I spend all my time at

home anyways. And according to my mother, his new girlfriend is this close to moving in," I summarized the long rant my mom had gone on about how the 'gold digger' had sunk her 'claws' into my father.

"Have you met her? The secretary?"

"No," I shook my head. I didn't have much interest in doing that. "It doesn't seem necessary."

"Even if she's your new roommate?" He joked.

"I probably wouldn't see her even if she did move in," I thought about awkward run ins I could have with her. And my father, for that matter. "Most likely I'd end up fending for myself like usual. And I mean, he's got a great apartment; it's one of those fancy two story penthouses downtown. He said my room has a balcony."

"But?" He sensed my hesitation.

"But my mother would flip."

"And you?" He walked over to me and put rubbed his hands up and down my arms soothingly.

"Me?"

"What do you want?"

"I want…to move out," I sighed, wishing that was an option. It was too complicated being in the middle of my parents drama.

"Well," Beck smirked down at me. "I know of a lovely one bedroom RV with a vacancy," He offered, making me smile. "It's even got a toaster oven."

"Wow. Tempting."

"Did I mention your devilishly handsome roommate?"

"Hah," I shook my head at him. "I wish it was that easy."

"It could be," He said more seriously. "Move in with me. Most of your stuff is at my place anyways. And you spend almost every night there."

"Your parents would just love that," I rolled my eyes.

"They'd be fine," He shrugged it off like it didn't matter. Always the optimist. "And you'd be happy. That's all that matters."

"I hate when you get in my head like that," I narrowed my eyes at him; it was annoying that he always seemed to know what I was thinking.

"No, you don't," He grinned and pecked my lips. "You love it. And me. And my RV. And especially my toaster oven." All I could do was laugh as he kept kissing at my lips, moving down to my neck in time. I closed my eyes and let him, my mind wandering to the idea of us actually living together.

The thought was more than alluring. I pictured me not having to run out on him any time my mother summoned me. It would be great to have the freedom it might come with, but at what cost? Before I let my mind go any further, the door opened wide, interrupting us.

"Robbie!" Beck yelled at the dork as he barged in, covering his own eyes with his hand.

"Sorry, sorry!" Robbie said in the opposite direction of us. "It's an emergency!"

"A real emergency or a 'my zipper won't go up' emergency?" Beck asked for clarification.

"A real one," Andre's voice answered as he too let himself into the closet. "Tori's in trouble."

"You call that an emergency?" I scoffed. "It sounds like cause for celebration, if you ask me."

"We're celebrating?" Cat's sweet voice asked as she followed Andre into the now crowded space. "We don't have any balloons."

"What's the problem?" Beck detached himself from me to ask. Robbie uncovered his eyes and proceeded to tell us about the devious ways of Ryder Daniels, his voice getting high pitched when he got excited.

I knew that guy was up to no good. I didn't mind that he was playing Tori, though, just a bonus I suppose. However, it was extremely annoying of him to use people to get good grades. A jerk, I could stand; a talentless jerk? Not a chance.

"So are we gonna tell Tori?" Beck asked now.

"How do we even know that girl was telling the truth?" Andre questioned.

"We don't," Beck shrugged. "I guess we have to find out. Alright, everybody spread out," He said, coming up with a plan. "Andre, you take the quad and the café. Robbie, Cat, head to the blackbox. Jade and I will take the main building. Ask around and find out what you can, kay?"

"Break!" Cat cheered, putting only her hand in the center of us like we were a basketball team. Everyone split up in their designated directions, leaving Beck and I alone.

"So where should we go?" He asked when we exited the closet.

"Up," I said, leading us up the main staircase.

"Hey, didn't Ryder date that girl Melissa?" Beck slowed his pace as we approached a girl reading alone on the top step.

"Yeah…," I could hear the distain in my tone. That same girl had tried to hit on Beck last year before going after Ryder. "Let's go talk to her," I said hesitantly.

"Uh…," Beck turned to me, wearing the expression he used when he was about to say something I wasn't going to like. "Maybe I should talk to her alone," He suggested and I rolled my eyes.

"And why's that?" I put a hand on my hip.

"Because last year, you poured a bucket of ice water on her head," He reminded me.

"Oh," I nodded, remembering the tactics I'd used to get this girl to back off. "Maybe she won't remember?"

"Would you forget something like that?"

"I guess not," I rolled my eyes yet again. "Fine, go! You've got two minutes. Any longer and I start looking for a bucket."

"Got it," He smiled and turned away. I waited a safe distance while he talked to her, but stared them down intensely. She still wore a flirty expression as she laughed way too hard at something Beck said.

He was funny, but not that funny. I could tell it wouldn't be any easier to keep girls away from Beck this year. Not when he seemed to grow another inch and develop more muscular biceps. At my count, he was up to one minute forty-five seconds when he waved goodbye and returned to me.

"That was fast," I noted.

"Yeah, I told her I was in a rush," He explained as we walked away.

"And she thought that was hysterical?" I wanted to know what they'd said word for word, but fought the urge to ask. And Beck thought I didn't have any restraint.

"No, that was about something else," He didn't go into detail, adding to my irritation. "But she said Ryder did the same kind of thing with her in their dance class last semester."

"Figures she's a dancer," I shook my head as if that explained everything. "What'd she do, pole dance him into a good grade?"

"What?" Beck looked confused. "This school doesn't even offer pole dancing."

"Whatever," I shook it off. "Can we go now?"

"We only talked to one girl."

"If we've seen one, we've seen them all."

"Jade…," He used his warning tone on me. "Come on, Tori's our friend, and—,"

"Ah ah ah," I interrupted.

"Alright," He rephrased. "Tori's my friend and your acquaintance. We've gotta help her."

"You're right," I nodded, and pulled him with me back towards the janitor's closet. "I'll make you a deal. We take a five minute break, and then we'll get right back on the horse."

"A break?" He knew it wouldn't be only five minutes, but he still let me walk us back to our place. "We really shouldn't."

"Shouldn't we?" I pouted and leaned against the janitor's closet. He still didn't look convinced so I made the decision for him. "Tell you what," I said, opening the door. "I'll be in here. With my clothes off," He raised his eyebrows. "You can either go look for random girls to interview or…you can join me. Your choice."

I didn't even have to look behind me to know he was on my tail, following me in. Some things never change.

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Beck's POV

Store with andre

The new school year was off to a rocky start. Not for me or Jade, though, which was good. Unfortunately it was about to get worse for Tori.

After reconvening the gang, we came to the conclusion that Ryder had been using girls to get A's in almost all his classes, and he was about to use Tori next.

Despite her hesitation, I'd convinced Jade to be a part of our little crusade to save Tori. She'd agreed to go with Cat and Robbie ahead of us to Tori's house. There, they were supposed to wait for Andre and I to tell her the news.

It was Andre's idea to stop at the store beforehand. He said she'd need comfort food after hearing about Ryder. It made sense, she really seemed to like him, and I was worried about her getting hurt. Strictly as a friend, of course.

"All I'm saying is you missed out," Andre said for the third time since we left school.

"Yeah, I get it," I nodded. "Your summer was better than mine." Or so he thought.

"Astronomically better," He exaggerated. We'd just gotten to the drugstore for snack supplies, and the whole drive here he'd been filling me in on his summer activities; most of which included hanging around the beach with a guitar and hitting on any girl that stopped to hear him play. It sounded like fun, for him at least.

"Should we get cheesy puffs or sour cream and onion?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Both," He recommended, picking up one of each. "Girls eat everything when they're pissed."

"Good point," I nodded, adding a bag of Doritos to our basket. After picking out some cookies and chocolate, I led us away from the food section as Andre recounted one of his heated summer nights.

"…and well, let's just say that girl was definitely from Northridge," He finished with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together in front of him.

"Sounds like fun," I kind of shuddered at his story. It seems my best friend was more than enjoying himself playing the field.

"It was," He grinned at me as my phone vibrated with a text.

'Would it be weird to get a guy a gift after two dates?' the text said. It was from an unknown number so I showed it to Andre.

"Do you recognize this number?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's Tori's cell," He nodded. "Wait, she's getting Ryder a gift? Man she's not gonna take this well."

"We still have to tell her," I sighed, saving Tori's contact info into my phone.

"Yeah, it just sucks," He shook his head, his mood sliding downwards. "Hey why don't you have Tori's number saved?" He asked now.

"Oh, uh…it's this new thing Jade and I worked out," I explained, already predicting his reaction. "I get to put her in a time out when she acts overly rude, and for every time out, she gets to delete two of my contacts."

"Why?"

"A lot of my contacts are girls."

"Ah," He nodded, but didn't look too understanding. "Seems fair…I guess."

"It is," I really thought this new arrangement was working out well. "It's just annoying because I can never tell whose number she deleted."

"Whipped," He said in a fake cough.

"Shut up," I pushed him away from me and resumed my shopping.

"Hey…what're we doing here?" His voice got suspicious, scanning the aisle quicker. "What're you looking for? We're gonna be late."

"Jade asked me to pick something up for her," I moved fast, picking a box and tossing it in our cart. It was too late though, Andre was already glancing at the overly pink aisle we were in. He made a disgusted slash horrified face at me and proceeded to freak out.

"Oh man," His breathing even sounded heavy, he was so dramatic.

"Calm down Andre. It's not a big deal."

"You're buying tampons?!" He said way too loud.

"Shh, keep your voice down," I hushed him as I started heading towards the register.

"This is ridiculous!" He didn't heed my warning.

"Shh!"

"This is ridiculous," He whispered now. "You are so whipped."

"You're blowing this out of proportion," I told him as we paid. "Jade practically lives with me. This is like…buying toothpaste or shampoo."

"This. Is not toothpaste," He said, pointing to the box theatrically. "You're losing your manhood."

"My manhood is just fine, thank you."

"You need a boys night," He decided.

"I…I don't—,"

"No, no," He stopped me. "It's a must. You need testosterone. Asap. We'll hang out tonight. You, me, and Robbie, your RV; don't be late."

He basically ordered me into hanging out with him and left to walk on ahead of me. I didn't mind a guys night, but I wondered if Jade would?

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One of the worst feelings I can think of is feeling helpless. The idea that someone's got a problem and there's nothing I can do to help. That's what's happening right now.

The whole gang is gathered around Tori's living room, working on writing her a new song to sing for the full moon jam tomorrow…and I'm sharpening their pencils. Literally. Tori and Andre were seated on the piano bench, playing random notes once in awhile, Robbie had his guitar out, and Cat and Jade were sitting on the couch across from me, scribbling in notepads.

Andre had come up with a great song, and had moved on to working on lyrics. Everyone was supposed to be coming up with their best lyric and we'd all decide on the best one. Everyone except me.

Song writing had never been my forte. I didn't even sing that often, and when I did, it was usually a song someone else wrote. I was an actor, primarily. And sitting here trying to think of great revenge lyrics was harder than I thought it would be.

"Alright guys," Andre clapped his hands together to get our attention. "Its past 10 o'clock, I already missed my grandpa's birthday party, and I'm gettin' sleepy. Let's see what you got."

"Okay, so Andre and I came up with the verses," Tori told us. "But we're still having trouble with the chorus."

"Play what you have," Jade demanded. She was great at lyrics, always creative.

"It goes…," Andre said, leading into an upbeat piano instrumental then singing. "One day…I'll have you beggin' on your knees for me. Yeah one day…somethin' somethin' somethin'," He frowned at himself. "And then we're stuck."

"How about," Cat raised her hand excitedly. "Yeah one day…I'll have you crawling like a centipede," She sang effortlessly then stopped to giggle. "Because centipedes have a lot of little legs," She smiled, wiggling her fingers like she was crawling.

"I like that!" Tori nodded. "Anyone have anything better?" She announced like an auctioneer.

"I might," Jade took her pen out of her mouth to sing her version. "One day…I'll stab you with scissors and make you bleed," She smirked at her own genius.

"Uhh…," Tori muttered, Jade's lyrics too graphic for her. "Maybe we'll stick with the centipede one," She nodded profusely and Jade rolled her eyes.

"Good choice," Andre seconded, writing them down on the sheets in front of him. "Mkay, then we have…you mess with me, I mess with her…then nothing. Zero. Squat. Diddly."

"We get it," I stopped him from dwelling on his writer's block.

"And never say diddly in my presence again," Jade said gravely. Ah, yes. The Diddly Bops. Jade never did like the name.

"I agree," Tori grimaced at the reminder of those horrible costumes.

"I have a lyric," Robbie called attention to himself politely.

"Does it have anything to do with broken glass?" Tori asked.

"Well, yes, but—,"

"Sorry Rob," Andre shook his head.

"Did it have to do with making Ryder crawl over broken glass?" Jade intervened with a curious smile that almost scared me. "Because that might be good."

"Can we not go there," Tori pleaded.

"Fine," Jade rolled her eyes. "It's your song. Here's what I have: You mess with me, I mess with her. Yeah, I'll make sure to snap your spinal nerve." Her voice filled the threatening words with her warm tone, and I couldn't help but smile. Her violence was just part of her charm.

"Jade!" Tori didn't approve. "Can you stop with the painful payback?"

"Yeah, it's making my head feel all wonky," Andre made a distorted face at her.

"I can't stop the creative process," Jade shrugged simply.

"I feel like you've thought of revenge like this before," Tori said suspiciously. "You're too good at them."

"You have no idea," I nodded slowly, making Jade smile.

"I don't even wanna imagine the song you'd write if you were me," Tori continued shaking her head, disapproving.

"Are you kidding?" Jade scoffed. "If Beck ever pulled this shit on me, I'd cut off his—,"

"Does anyone want any more cocoa?" I cut her off, knowing where her vivid imagination would lead. I stood up, ignoring Jade's devilish smirk and the gang's wide eyed terror, and headed towards the kitchen.

Andre kept playing as they tried to finish the song while I poured myself another cup of cocoa. A moment later, I could sense she was near. I didn't hear footsteps or see her out of the corner of my eye, but sometimes I could just tell when Jade was around.

"It's true, you know," She spoke and I looked up, expecting her as she walked towards me. "If you ever tried to use me for a good grade, I'd get my scissors…," Her arms slid around my waist seductively. "And—,"

"Cocoa?" I interrupted her again, not liking the visual I was getting in my mind.

"No thanks," She grinned and leaned in to kiss me. I hadn't been back in town long, and we were still having a hard time keeping our hands off each other. Between classes, we were sneaking off to the janitor's closet, and since I got back she'd spent every night in my RV.

"You know I'd never use you like that, right?" I pulled away enough to speak.

"You better not."

"Or you'll use the scissors, I got it," I nodded, slightly rolling my eyes. "Hey, you don't need to practice your song?" I asked, remembering that she was supposed to perform tomorrow night too. "I can take you home."

"Nope," She answered confidently. "I'm ready."

"You finished writing your song?" When had she found the time to do that?

"Yep," She mumbled as she kissed along my jaw line lightly.

"Can I get a preview?" I asked cautiously.

"Mm mmm," She denied me without saying anything, her lips trailing onto my neck.

"Why not?"

"Because it's a surprise," She said near my ear as she nibbled on my earlobe gently, sending shivers down my spine.

"For me?"

"Uh huh," She pulled back, nodding.

"You wrote me a song?" I was already excited to hear it.

"Maybe," She rolled her eyes. I knew she hated how cheesy that sounded, but I loved it.

"What's it called?"

"It's called…you'll just have to wait and see," She teased.

"Hmm," I thought it over when an idea struck me. I leaned down, kissing her again; this time slower, deeper, holding it until I knew she couldn't breathe. We parted and she exhaled shakily. "Just give me the name," I whispered against her lips, holding her hips against me tight, the way I knew she liked.

"Mmm," She hesitated so I tilted her chin up again to kiss her. I could feel her body relaxing into mine as our tongues connected in leisurely motions. She pulled back this time, her breath hot on my lips as she stared at me through low eyelids.

"The name?" I repeated, sliding my hands up her back to press her body closer to mine. She opened her mouth to speak, a tentative look in her eyes. I knew she was about to tell me, and grit my teeth when we were interrupted.

"Where's the cocoa—oh!" Andre halted in the doorway, but the moment had passed. Jade's composure was back in shape, complete with a sharp expression; there was no way I was getting the name of the song now. "Sorry, man. I was just…"

"Looking for cocoa," I nodded as Jade stepped back from me, wiping her lips. "Yeah I got it."

"So umm," He stumbled, not sure if it was really okay to stay. "We finished Tori's song. Robbie and I are ready to go when you are."

"Go?" Jade turned to me. "Go where?"

"To Beck's RV," Andre nodded happily while I avoided Jade's eye contact. I hadn't exactly told her about Andre's plans for tonight yet. "For boys night."

"'Boys night'?" Jade said with disdain. She looked over at me, and something in me told me she wasn't about to let this go. "Is that so?"