Jade's P.O.V:
I spend the whole night tossing and turning. I regretted turning down Beck's offer to go to the Full Moon Jam. Was Cat right? Would I be living a lonely, regretful life just because I let my pride and stubbornness get in the way?
Dang.
I hate it when Cat's right, and not me. Well, when anyone's right and not me.
Giving up on the idea of getting any sleep, I roll out of bed and head to the kitchen to make my self some coffee; might as well indulge myself in a caffeine-filled beverage to keep me awake if I'm not going to sleep anyway. While the kettle boils, I call cat.
"Hi Cat."
"...Jade?"
"Are you busy?"
"Well *yawn* I need to get back to slee-"
"No? Good. Let's talk."
"But I'm tired Jadey!"
"STOP. CALING ME THAT!"
"Eeck!"
"Just shut up and listen."
"Kay."
"I think you were right."
"About what?"
"About me wanting to date Beck."
"Yay! You should ask him to the Full Moon Jam!"
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because, he already asked me."
"Did you say yes!?"
"No."
"Oh. Then just say 'yes' tomorrow."
"No! I don't want to look stupid!"
"Jade, if he likes you, then nothing you could ever do would make you seem stupid to him. That's how love works."
Blegh! Well that was a double sap burger with an extra side of sentimentality. Although, I hate to admit that what she said actually made sense... I think. Since when does Cat ever make sense anyway?
"Cat... Cat?"
"Zzzzzzzzzz...zzzzzzzz...zzzzzzz."
At least someone's able to get some sleep around here. I end the call and walk groggily over to the kettle.
I stop in my tracks.
Since when do I ever ask Cat for advice? This night's getting stranger and stranger...
Beck's P.O.V:
As I re-arrange all my hair products in my locker, I ready myself for the usual group of girls I am greeted with every morning.
...
Actually, the hallway is unusually silent this morning. There's not a single girl in the corridor. Except one. As I realise who it is, I also realise why there's barely anyone in the hallway. It's Jade.
I notice that her hair is slightly unkempt and she has dark circles under her eyes, but I can't help put still think she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
She's walking over to me, which is kind of weird, because usually I'm the one who approaches her.
"Hey Oliver."
"Hey... West?"
Jade lets out a half laugh, but then a flicker of panic flashes across her face. She quickly regains her confidence and breaks the awkward silence between us.
"So, um, is that offer for the Full Moon Jam still available?"
"Uh-yeah! Of cour-"
"You know, I just thought: might as well since I have nothing better to do Friday night."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it."
Another awkward silence filled the room. It was so intense; it was like my ears were deaf to all sounds except the rapid, drum-like beating of my heart. The tension was almost unbearable.
"You'll pick me up at six-forty-five. And that's not a question, it's an order."
Me and Jade both share a laugh.
"Okay then. Six-forty-five it is."
Just then the bell rings for the start of classes.
"I better go." I say. "See you later."
"You do know we're in the same class, right?"
I laugh at myself. "Yeah, I know."
"You wanna walk me to class then?"
"Let me guess: that's an order, not a question?" I playfully ask as I hold my arm for her to take.
She links her arm with mine and rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
XXXXXXX
It takes me about an hour to get ready for my date with Jade. The majority of that time is spent tending to my hair (I even add an extra dollop of hair gel than I normally would). Even though I do care a bit more about my appearance than most guys do, I don't normally take this long. I feel like I have to impress Jade.
Finally tearing myself I way from my mirror, I head out my house waving goodbye to my parents eager to pick up Jade; besides, I feel that if I don't arrive at hers six-forty-five sharp, she's going to kill me. However, it's going to be harder than I thought since my Mom is pestering me to let her take a 'firs-high-school-showcase-photo'.
"Mom, it's just a school showcase. I'm not even performing. It's not a big a deal." I argue.
"But it's you're first high school showcase." She argues back. "Now smile for the camera!"
Rolling my eyes, I give in and smile.
"How could any girl not fall for that charming smile right away?" My Mom asks bemusedly. "Your date said no the first time you asked her to be your date!"
"Well, I might not have a date if I don't pick her up!" I say.
"Let him go Margret. If you keep snapping photo's of him he'll miss the whole dance!" My Dad jokes.
Only now does he step in!
"Alright, alright! Now, you have a good time son." Mom gives in.
Before she has time to ask if she can take just one more photo (which I know she will), I'm already halfway out the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad!"
XXXXXXX
My hands grip so tightly on the steering I think I'm actually making dent marks in my hands. I think I'm even sweating a bit. I don't understand why I'm so nervous, it's not like it's my first date (and I've been on plenty of dates). Maybe it's because this is the first time I hang out with a girl who isn't a complete bimbo. Jade actually appreciates me for who I am, not just because of my looks. Well, I hope anyway.
Now I think of it, maybe I should've gotten her a rose or corsage- yeesh, I'm acting as if I'm taking her to the prom. My friends would be so surprised if they knew how I'm feeling; I may rarely show my emotions, but that doesn't mean I don't feel them. I feel them like hell. I'm just better at hiding them than most people.
I pull up to Jade's house and knock on her front door. Almost immediately the door swings open and I'm greeted with the alluring sight that is Jade. Her long, straightened, brown hair is streaked with platinum blonde; she's wearing black jeggings, a black cold-shoulder top adorned with faux diamonds and black combat boots.
She looks breath-taking.
It takes all my strength not to stand there gawping at her like an idiot.
"What?! Do I look horrible or something?" Jade asks. I think she may've taken my staring in the wrong way. Oops.
I can't help but grin How can she not already know she looks gorgeous? "You look amazing."
Jade's P.O.V:
I curse as my hair straighteners burn my skin. I hate having my hair straight, but I thought I'd try something different. I don't know, maybe I'm trying to impress Beck or something ridiculous like that. They burn me again, so chuck the hair straighteners onto my bed in frustration and suck my finger to ease the pain. I'm about to throw the straighteners out my window when I notice the time: six-forty. Beck's going to be here any minute! I race down the stairs, almost tripping as I do so. I come to a dead halt right before the door, my nose just skimming it. As I wait, I wonder if I'm going to open the door as fast as I can when he comes, or do I make him wait; I don't want to seem too eager, but I don't want to act like I don't care enough that we're even going together. There's a knock at the door. Beck's here. Before I even know what I'm doing, my hand lunges for the handle, turns it, and I'm met with a beautiful pair of warm, brown eyes,
