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Chapter 1

"Class dismissed! Enjoy your end of week excursions! Please, try entering through the window on Monday!" Sikowitz shouted, tossing a coconut in the air behind him, only for it to splatter on the whiteboard, spilling milk and bits of shell everywhere. He glanced at the students leaving the classroom and called to the last one, "Oliver, help me clean up!"

Beck turned around and chuckled, taking a paper towel from the roll sitting on the bookshelf and helped Sikowitz clean up. The job only took five minutes, but Sikowitz called Beck to have what he called "a little discussion."

"Oliver, you haven't been acting quite like yourself as of late. Have you been alright?"

The teenage boy reddened noticeably. Was his behavior since realizing the full extent of his crush on Jade that obvious? "There's this girl…" he began.

"Ah, the wonders of young love blossoming in your little garden of a mind." Sikowitz smiled as though reminiscing and digging up fond memories.

"Is it really love when she doesn't care about my existence and probably hates me?"

"Well, it depends. How do you feel about her?"

"She's the most beautiful, stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. Her eyes are deep, her voice soothes me, and even though the only color she wears is black, she's always the first thing that captures my attention. She's my rainbow in a world of gravestones." It felt strange and almost cliche admitting it, but his words gave Beck a sense of newfound confidence and self-assurance. He really loved Jade West.

"Ah, you have a crush on Miss West. She's talked to me on several occasions about….er, complications going on in her life. Quite a deep individual, if I may say so myself. However, be warned, she can be a tad feisty and emotional and is definitely a tough one to manage. But Mr. Oliver, I can promise you that if you see it through and support her, you could make a relationship with her work out and be well worth what you may have to give up for her. You, more than any other student I teach, have the full potential to rise up to the challenge. I place my full confidence in you."

"Thanks, Sikowitz. I appreciate the advice." Beck got up to leave, running a hand through his dark locks as he walked towards the exit. Something lying on one of the chairs caught his eye. "That's hers," he said, pointing.

Sure enough, it was a notebook with pictures of the ocean and skulls glued to the cover, along with Jimi Hendrix, Joe Perry, and Axl Rose quotes in neat, calligraphic handwriting inscribed in every spare space. The name "Jade West" was written in smooth cursive at the top.

Sikowitz glanced at the notebook. "So be it. You're correct, Beckett. Why don't you give it to her? It may give you a fine opportunity to become acquainted with her."

Beck grinned and left the room, holding the notebook under his left arm and shouldering his red and black messenger bag over his right one.

The second he left the room, his eyes caught a black-clad figure with a black messenger bag and a sticker portraying a cream skull with pink roses surrounding it stuck onto the fabric. Brown hair with a few dark blue and pale white streaks easily gave away the person's identity: Jade West.

Impulsively, without even a moment's consideration, Beck followed the girl, maintaining what he considered a safe distance: about thirty feet. He followed his crush through the hallways, out the door of the school, and all the way home, silently, so as to not give away his existence. The street she lived on was only three miles from the school and only four blocks away from Beck's house, a very easy walk. He almost yelled at her so he could give her the notebook before she entered the door, but he couldn't get up the nerve.

Instead, the boy snuck around the building until he found a window through which he could glimpse into the life of Jade. The large kitchen held the teenage girl and her strict looking father, clothed in a nice business suit and red and white striped tie. She looked out of place in her black Misfits t-shirt, skinny jeans, and studded combat boots, as the kitchen was quite fancy: smooth, wooden cherry cupboards, a fancy marble counter, and a newly furnished, shiny wood floor. Stainless steel appliances completed the richly decorated room.

"Jade. I looked at your math grades," the man said rather loudly.

The girl kept her head down, staring at her feet.

"Look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you."

She glanced up and scowled at him. He strode over to her and slapped her across the cheek. "Get those grades up or I will take you out of that horrible arts school. That program has turned you into an unsympathetic, lazy little bitch. Ever since this whole acting business began, you've been nothing but rude to everyone."

"I hate you," she replied. With that, he shoved her into a cupboard, causing her to groan in pain. He slapped her in the face one more time and stomped out of the room.

Beck ran home.