Wow... Did I just ... Update?

After a whole year?

*Hides behind shield* I know, I know. I'm the worst.
But, to be honest, this story has been killing me. I have been struggling to get this final chapter out, because honestly, no matter what I wrote...

It just didn't feel right.

It still doesn't, but I know this is as good as it is going to get. I really hope you guys are still interested in reading this, but I will understand if no one reviews.

Just... For those still reading.. I finished this for you guys, for everyone who kept asking me to finish this. I love you guys!

This is for you!

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Chapter Two

BECK'S POV
Hollywood Arts – Beck's locker

I don't have any secrets and neither does my locker.

Such a lie it was now—for a secret had now found its way into my heart. A secret that would tear me apart.

That secret was Tori Vega—the only girl in the world for me.

What we had shared in my RV last night went beyond a simple crush or mere physical attraction—she made me forget my own name, causing me to feel lightheaded whenever she smiled at me. . . I did not even want to think upon the ways my body seemed to respond in closeness to hers.

I had been suppressing my blossoming feelings for her ever since I laid eyes upon her—whether it had been out of loyalty to Jade or complete self-preservation, I did not know.

But fact remained that I had—and so had she. And I had been content with seeing her on an everyday base—as was she.

Until my world was ripped apart at its seams by a wicked witch called Helen. My perfect world, in which Tori was around every day, was blown apart when she informed me that Helen was kicking her out of Hollywood Arts.
Feelings had surged through me in such a pace, I hardly knew what I was feeling—confusion, anger, sadness . . . And downright heartbreak.

For what would Hollywood Arts be without the girl that made everything shine?

It still didn't make sense to me—how could Tori be kicked out? I mean, come on. Trina passed the audition. If she could do it, a monkey could.

I just wished there was something I could do to help Tori—she was heartbroken about this. She'd finally settled in and begun to open up to the possibility of being a professional singer—and now all of that had been snatched away from her.

I shut my locker and rested my head against the transparent material. I was simply lost.

I knew what I wanted—who I wanted—and it was simply killing me. I did not want to hurt Jade—we had dated for two years, and I had loved her.

But whatever I had felt for Jade, it faded into nothingness compared to the torrential tidal wave of emotions Tori invoked within me.

'Beck.'

Her voice snapped me from my reverie. I looked up to meet her icy blue eyes, feeling trepidation and fear seep into my system already.

She was looking at me as though she knew what had happened with Tori last night—I mean, sure, we hadn't really gone past second base, but I knew that alone would cause Jade to go on a murderous rampage.

She had threatened people for doing a lot less than Tori had last night.

I was well aware of the fact that I had, in fact, told Tori I would choose her—but I had not yet said a word about talking to Jade. To be honest, I was not entirely sure what was holding me back.

I just had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that told me something infinitely bad would happen if I did break up with Jade right now.

'Hey babe,' I squeaked, momentarily cursing myself for being nervous around her—I didn't get nervous around Jade. She was going to know something was up immediately.

God, this was going to be the death of me.

She sashayed her way over in a way that would have had me weak with desire once upon a time—key word being would. If I would still love her.

Which I didn't.

Did I?

No. No, of course I didn't. What I had shared with Jade was based on mutual attraction and lust more than it had been on actual feelings—not that there hadn't been any feelings involved—trust me, there were plenty—but feelings that faded in comparison to the burning, all-consuming need I felt for Tori.

Jade had only ever manage to capture a part of my heart—she had appealed to the darker, more rebellious side of me—but Tori… Tori was it.

She owned every part of me.

All I had to do now was break up with Jade—suicide, basically. Honestly, I didn't know why I was so nervous about it—it wasn't like she didn't do it to me almost on a weekly basis.

'Beck!' Jade's exclamation pulled me from my musings once again, and I jumped slightly. I had been so lost in my own thoughts, I didn't even realize she was already right next to me.

'Sorry,' I muttered.

Okay. This was it.

I just had to get it over with. Like… Ripping off a Band-Aid.

'Jade,' I began, taking a deep breath, 'I gotta talk to you.' She raised an eyebrow, and before I had the chance to respond or react at all, she had her arms wrapped around my neck, and her lips a hair's breadth from mine.

'We're so much better at not talking,' she winked, but I shook my head and pushed her back. There was only one woman I wanted that close, and it wasn't Jade. 'No, Jade. Not this time.'

A flash of hurt crossed her features—but it had faded so swiftly, I wondered if I had imagined it altogether.
She jutted her bottom lip out in a pout and whispered, 'Is something wrong, Beck?'

She was an impeccable actress—I almost believed she was genuinely confused—but I knew she had seen this coming.

I had too.

I just did not want to believe that it was coming, because it was easier that way.

'Yeah,' I responded. 'Yeah, there is.'

There it was—the moment—I had to say it now. I just needed to tell her the truth—I just wasn't in love with her anymore, and it wasn't fair to anyone to lead her on.

And despite that I knew it was the right thing to do—despite that I knew Jade did not love me anymore than I loved her—I found it harder than I had anticipated to actually say the words out loud.

'I …' I began, swallowing convulsively, attempting to remove the sudden restricted feeling in my throat, 'I gotta be honest with you.' Her face clouded, and I sensed the thundering speech coming before she even opened her mouth.

'Jade, listen to me,' I pleaded desperately—damn it. Why didn't I just text her? Might not be polite, but so much easier.

'We're not… I don't…' I sighed. 'I don't think we work anymore, Jade. I don't … I'm not in love with you anymore, and…'

I tried to avoid her gaze—I didn't want to see the anger or even rage. 'Are you breaking up with me?' she growled, disgust dripping from her every word.

I winced slightly, but nodded, before looking up into her eyes. 'Yeah,' I confirmed softly, 'I am. I'm sorry for hurting you, Jade, but… We're through.'

She didn't even dignify a reply—she just turned and walked away. And with every step she took—every step away from me—I felt the rift that had been forming between us for two years grow wider and steeper, and I knew that I could not have fixed us.

Not even if I had wanted to.

And as that thought struck me, I felt the weight of the world being lifted from my shoulders—and I felt free—free like I had not been before.

It was invigorating.

My spirits lifted, and I felt utterly happy for the first time in a long time—and then Tori walked in.

Her eyes met mine—and the world stopped.

Shit.

All happiness was sucked from my body, leaving nothing but agony—she was leaving today—I would have to spend my days without her.

How the hell was I supposed to do that?

TORI'S POV
Hollywood Arts – Tori's locker

My friends were gathered around my locker, watching me stuff my books into my bag with varying expressions of sadness and confusion coloring their features. Beck was on my right, and I knew he wanted to talk—but I could not.

I would not.

Leaving Hollywood Arts had torn into me, ripping a part of me away—a part I was not sure I could ever fully replace.

Despite my initial wariness, I had come to truly feeling at home here—I did not want to leave the place that had single-handedly shown me that I could, in fact, do more than be a pretty face.

If I talked to Beck right now, I was beyond certain my heart would be shattered so far, it would never be repaired—I couldn't deal with the possibility that he had changed his mind.

I closed my eyes, relishing in the memory of our early morning—it gave the strength I needed to keep my gaze away from his.

All night long, I had been able to keep the haunting and horrible thoughts of expulsion from the school I loved at bay; Beck providing a very welcome distraction at that point.

As much as his warm, strong embrace comforted me, it left me burning with desire—desires we both tried to ignore the best we could. Just thinking of the very naughty things I would love to do to him was a violent crime on itself, much less actually allowing myself to do those things.

Not to mention that his very scary girlfriend would rip my head off without a second thought. I no longer felt the same undistinguishable knot of feelings that had made me run all the way to Beck's RV last night—the only safe harbor I found at that moment.

At this precise moment, I found myself laying flat on my back in Beck Oliver's bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, staring at the ceiling.
The owner of said bed was presently sitting next to me, running a hand through his hair. I felt the anxious glances he was throwing me every few seconds, even though I carefully kept my gaze adverted from his.

Instead of talking about what had almost happened last night, we had rarely spoken at all; neither of us had been willing to admit that which we both felt was wrong—even a criminal offence; I would do no less than plead guilty of all charges when Jade would barge in and accuse me of stealing her boyfriend.

And honestly, how was what I had done anything short of that?

If I had not come here last night, forcing Beck to choose, he might never have decided to dump his three-year-girlfriend for me.

Not that I didn't love him.

Because I did. I really, really did.

Simply being around him gave me the feeling of floating around on soft clouds, and a single one of his touches was enough to arouse me, desiring more instantly.

Yet, I could not allow myself to act upon those particular feelings. Even though he had done everything—Well . . . perhaps not everything—I had ever dreamed of, I did not believe he would do everything he had said he would.

Why would he? He was with Jade. He would always be with Jade.

Unintentionally, my gaze met his. But I would always have this night. His hot lips descended on mine.

Always.

I breathed in deeply and closed the locker door, pouting slightly at the bright lights that seemed to mock me with their beautiful, joyous colors.

Slowly, my hand shaking more than I would like, I reached for the small, red button located in the lower right corner of my locker, mustering up all of my courage and strength to actually push it—to make the lights go out—to erase the bright spotlight that had once shone upon my future in showbiz.

As the lights faded, I turned—still avoiding Beck's gaze—and frowned slightly. 'I made it dim,' I whispered, hardly able to cover up the utter horror and agony that one tiny sentence caused me.

'I don't get it,' Robbie piped up, drawing everyone's attention away from me—for which I was grateful. 'They can't just kick Tori out of school,' he continued, a frown rippling his forehead.

André and I locked eyes for a split-second, before he looked away too—I knew he could not stand to see the pain reflected in my gaze, and I did not blame him for it—and then shook his head. 'Yeah, they can,' he said, his voice hoarse.

We had said our goodbye earlier—it wasn't like I was moving; but still… Not seeing my best friend on a daily basis would kill me.

And I knew it was silently killing him too.

I felt everyone redirect their gazes to me once again, and the uncomfortable feeling crept right back up.

So, determined to end the simple torture right now, I hoisted my heavy bag onto my shoulder, sighed and cast one last glance around the hall before muttering, 'Okay, well… I'm going home now.'

I took a step away from my locker before adding—more to myself than to anyone else—, 'Forever.'

My heart had lodged itself somewhere deep in my throat, and I swallowed back more tears.

This was it.

Goodbye Hollywood Arts.

BECK'S POV

As Tori took her first step away from her locker—away from me—I instantly felt her emotional withdrawal too.

She wasn't just preparing to leave Hollywood Arts—she was preparing to leave me too.

No.

No.

I had not just broken up with the most dangerous girl in school just to get dumped when I had finally made my choice—I promised her to be there for her, to love her and hold her…

And now, she would not even look me in the eye.

No.

She was not leaving. She belonged here. With me.

I moved before any conscious thought had formed in my head, and suddenly, I found my hand on her arm, pulling her right back into my arms, where she was supposed to be.

'No,' I nearly exclaimed, 'You're not leaving.'

I felt Tori's large, beautiful doe eyes fall upon my face for the first time since this morning, but suppressed the urge to look her in the eye just yet—I just knew I wouldn't be able to keep it together if I looked her in the eye.

André frowned at me, and I could see the question in his gaze before he spoke the words. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean, we are all going to talk to Helen about this,' I stated in a clear, steady voice—and I sounded a hell of a lot braver than I felt—, 'Right now. They can't kick Tori out and keep Trina. It doesn't make sense.'

As I looked around, facing every single one of our friends, seeing my own determination slowly spread to them too—André and Robbie were the first to nod vigorously and voice their absolute agreement with my plan, and slowly, even Cat chimed in.

'Well, what are you guys going to say?'

The melodious sound of her voice drew my attention back to the slim, beautiful Latina in my arms.

Before I could form a reply—she was in my arms; my brain pretty much stopped short at that—Cat stepped forward and squealed, 'That if they make you leave Hollywood Arts, then I'm leaving too.'

I nodded along with Cat—that did sound like a pretty good idea. 'Yeah,' I muttered, 'Me too.'

Tori gazed up at me, and my heart nearly broke at the tears that shone in her eyes.

'You would do that for me?' She whispered, as though we were alone in the hall. And for a moment, we were alone, and I forgot we were surrounded by our friends—friends that didn't know we were together.

I managed a small smile and replied, 'There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.'

Before Tori or I got another word out, André coughed loudly—startling both of us—and crossed his arms over his chest.

He looked between Tori and me pointedly and raised an eyebrow. 'Are we missing something?'

I winced as Tori jumped away from me, shaking her head frantically. 'No,' she exclaimed, 'No, of course not.'

'Okay then,' Robbie interjected, 'Let's do this. Helen's right there.'

I breathed in deeply, nodding. 'Yeah. Come on, let's go tell her.'

As I strode past the others, determination set in the forefront of my mind, there was only one thought left to occupy my mind.

Showtime.

BECK'S POV
Twenty minutes later – Janitor's closet

'Woah, watch the good stuff,' I breathed, dodging Tori's eagerly roaming hands as she pushed me roughly against the wall in the janitor's closet.
We'd just found out she could stay—and she was more than willing to skip class and celebrate.

She let a delighted giggle fall from her lips and tossed both our bags in a corner, her eager hands already setting fire to my skin wherever she touched me.

Holy shit.

'I'm sorry,' she breathed, 'We just don't have a lot of time to celebrate,' she unbuttoned his shirt, 'we have to be in Improv in like five minutes.' It was dark in the closet—I hadn't really bothered to turn on the light—but the bare skin under my own hands confirmed my suspicion that she, too, was losing her clothes too.

Her lips found mine once again, and I was simply home.

I nearly jumped two feet when her hand slipped into my jeans and boxers, grabbing me roughly.

'Oh, fuck,' I moaned, my head falling back against the wall. My head was swimming, and I was having serious issues with forming a full sentence, because that felt … So… Fucking … Good.

I was no longer thinking before doing.

I just … Did.

I pulled her hand away from my aching hard-on, pressed my lips to hers once again, practically forcing my tongue in her mouth, feeling my heart speed up at every tiny little moan that escaped her lips, and walked her backwards into the opposite wall.

She moaned into my mouth, and jumped to wrap her legs around my waist, pressing her core intimately against my groin—I let an embarrassingly loud groan and pressed into her, completely lost in the feel of Tori's delicious bare skin pressed tightly against mine, her lips devouring mine.

'Excuse me!' a voice said loudly—and the spell was broken. We jumped apart, both instantly scrambling to cover ourselves.

Lane raised an eyebrow my way and I suppressed my own smirk at Tori's red cheeks.

'Lane,' she breathed, and my own panic set in as I took in Lane's serious expression—Fuck.

We just got caught. Making out. In the Janitor's Closet. By a teacher.

'Tori, dear,' Lane said, raising an eyebrow, 'I realize you must be exhilarated because of your allowance to stay at this school—but I do not think this is an acceptable way to express your delight.'

Tori bit her lip and looked down—and I nearly died in humiliation.

Crap.

Why couldn't Lane be all cool and awesome when we needed him to be?

'Sorry, Lane,' we murmured in unison, avoiding eye contact. He shook his head and ordered, 'Just get to class. I'll forget what I saw.'

He turned around, muttering obscenities under his breath. 'Damn horny teenagers… Scarred for life…'

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving us in an uncomfortable, tense silence.

I glanced at Tori and couldn't suppress my smile, born from pure male satisfaction as I took in her disheveled appearance. Her lips were red and swollen and her hair was a mess.

'Well…' She muttered, 'That was… Interesting.'

We stared at each other for a full second before both bursting into laughter. She giggled and ran right back into my embrace.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, 'I love you.' She tightened her embrace slightly and replied, 'I love you too.'

BECK'S POV
After school – Beck's RV

I turned around to look at Tori, to ask her if she wanted to go out and get something to ear, when she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. I was only able to keep the slow, sweet kiss for one or two seconds before the infinite need for more took over.

As I let my tongue meet hers, I felt it again. The feeling I only felt when I was with her. The feeling that I might die if she'd stop kissing me. And I knew she wouldn't be much better off. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and the way she pressed herself up against me was giving me all the clues I needed.

Slowly, I pushed her back against the door, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. 'Oh God,' I breathed against her lips, 'Tori. . .' My skin seemed as if on fire. She smiled and pulled my lips to hers again. 'Don't stop,' she whispered, moaning loudly when I pressed into her, grazing my hardness against her core.

She groaned against my lips when I began to grind against her, rolling my hips into hers. I wanted her so bad. I continued to kiss her passionately – I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to—while letting one hand wander over her body.

Slowly, she slipped a hand under my shirt, while I slipped my hand under hers, working to pull it over her head.

Before either of us managed to slow down, clothes were being tossed.

When Tori slowly pushed me back, she was already down to her bra and panties—and she looked so damn sexy in them—and my shirt was somewhere on the floor, my jeans already half unbuttoned. 'I want you,' I managed to whisper against the skin of her neck, 'I want you so bad.'
She breathed in deeply, forced me to look up into her eyes and whispered, 'Then take me. I'm all yours.'

My breath caught in my throat. I knew she was going to say something like that, and I knew she considered herself mine—especially after I told her about the break up with Jade—, but still. . . It caught me off-guard every time she said it. She moaned softly when I crashed my lips on hers again, this time stumbling back towards the stairs, her legs still wrapped firmly around my waist. My heart was beating extremely fast, and Tori's kissing was driving me mad with desire.
I managed to stumble backwards into the RV without tripping and slowly lowered Tori onto the bed.

'Tori,' I groaned, desperately pressing into her, grazing my hardness onto her wetness. I had seriously never wanted anyone this bad before. I'd never wanted her this bad before. I felt like I'd die if I couldn't have her. I raised my hand to cup her breast through her lace bra, brushing my thumb against her nipple, causing it to harden instantly, eliciting a loud moan from Tori. She wrapped her legs around my waist once again, rolling her hips against mine, setting me on fire in so many ways.

Our lips met once again in a feral kiss, and somehow, Tori surprised both of us by taking the lead and rolling on top, pushing me into the mattress while letting her hand wander over my chest, stopping short at the waistband of my boxers. My heart was pounding and my skin was burning, and I had a very hard time thinking rationally. I noted her hesitation and rolled on top of her again, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside in one swift move.

She blushed deeply as I stopped and looked down on her. 'God, you're so beautiful,' I whispered, praising my good fortune for letting me have her. Before she had time to utter a response, I leaned down, pressing kisses down her neck, softly biting down. Tori gasped, but I didn't give her any more time to react as I placed tiny kisses on her right breast. I circled her nipple with my tongue for a short moment before latching my lips onto it and sucking hard, as she loved.

She cried out and twisted her fingers in my dreads, whispering incoherent sentences. While licking her breast, I let my fingers wander, running them up and down her thigh before sliding them between her legs, tracing the outskirts of her lace panties.

'Beck,' she groaned, 'Beck, please. . .' I grinned slightly against the soft, tender skin of her breast before slipping my hand in her underwear, pushing one finger inside of her. I still had to pay her back the favor she had done me earlier when she had turned me on so bad it nearly hurt and then stopped; I was going to get her back really good. She arched her back, desperately grinding against my fingers, crying out when I stroked my thumb over her sensitive nub, still pushing a finger in and out of her. I slipped another finger inside of her and worked her right up to the brink. I leaned up and kissed her again, still pumping my fingers in and out of her.

I knew perfectly how to work her, and I knew exactly what she liked. I wasn't sure how I knew—I just did. It didn't take me all too long until I felt her walls begin to tighten around my fingers. I smiled mischievously and pulled away, leaving her pouting. 'Beck,' She groaned, pulling me down on top of her again, kissing me so passionately I nearly forgot why I'd stopped.

'Uh uh,' I managed to whisper, ignoring the liquid fire that poured through my veins, 'Patience, love.'
'Oh no,' she moaned, pulling me down on top of her, rolling her hips against mine, making my resolve crumble, 'please, please, please.'
She kissed me again, nipping at my bottom lip. Damn, she was making this hard for me. And that wasn't the only thing that was getting hard.

'This is the one time I don't want you to go slow,' she whispered, running her hands over my chest, 'I'll make it up to you all night long,' she grinned softly when I moaned, 'if you just let me.' She pulled my boxers down before I could protest, but she had me convinced. Leaning up to kiss her again, I felt my head get increasingly blank when I ripped off her underwear and impaled her in one, hard thrust.

I couldn't help but groan loudly as I felt her warmth surround me, her walls already tightening around me. After a short moment, she started rolling her hips against mine, and I couldn't help myself—I needed to be closer to her. I started thrusting into her, the desire to pleasure her almost painful. She moaned loudly, and I watched her eyes roll back into their sockets in pleasure.

I leaned down to kiss her again, thrusting harder and more desperately now—I was so close already. 'Tori,' I breathed, 'Tori, I'm close. . . Fuck, I'm so close.'
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. All she was able to do was cry out in ecstasy. I knew exactly where her sweet spot was, and wasted no time in hitting it with every single thrust.

She cried out my name as I thrusted hard a few more times before emptying myself deep inside of her. I didn't even feel pain as she dug her nails into my skin. My mind was blissfully blank—my body numb with pleasure. I actually saw stars dance before my eyes as I came down from my high.
I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Her chest was heaving too, her skin was moist from sweating. I smiled against the skin of her neck, softly placing kisses on her collarbone.

'Woah,' she breathed when I raised myself on my elbows, looking down on her. 'That was even better than I imagined it would be.' I smiled, but couldn't disagree. 'You imagined this?' I muttered, pressing kisses on her neck. She giggled and nodded slowly. I leaned down again, softly pressing my lips on hers, enjoying the sweet taste of her watermelon lip-gloss. When I leaned back, she bit her lip and gazed at me through her lashes.

'I love you,' she whispered, her eyes large and irresistible. I felt my heart speed up again, and the familiar tingles her touch caused. 'I love you too,' I replied, leaning down again.

I groaned softly as she leaned up and pressed her lips on mine shortly in a short, soft kiss. The kiss quickly spiraled out of control though, and before long, I found myself hard again. Tori, of course, noticed immediately, wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me down on top of her again. 'Mmm. . .Tori. . . I don't know if . . . Mmmm. .' I moaned. I didn't want to hurt her. 'Don't stop,' she whispered, 'please Beck, don't stop.' I kissed her again, feeling my determination unraveling.

And before I knew it, we were all wrapped up in each other again—and I hoped we would be from now on.

I loved her.

And I always would.

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