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Chapter Three: Take Two

(Jade's POV)

When I get to Beck's, he is listening to really loud music that sounds really bad and I have to knock on his caravan door really hard so he can hear, even though I probably would've knocked that hard anyway, I would let myself in but it's locked, in the end I have to kick it open because he still can't hear me. Maybe for his next birthday I'll get him a free hearing test instead of a rock or a can of soda.

When I go in I see that he has that cheerleader neighbour of his over again, luckily she's just picking up that weird little dog that he was babysitting for her and then she leaves. She stares at me for a while. It's disturbing.

'You know Jade, you could have been a little quieter.' He says without expression.

'Oh so you want to break up with me now?' I retort.

'No, I'm just saying that you could've been less noisy. Then I may have let you in. Now I have to pay to get that door repaired.' He looks slightly annoyed.

'Whatever, it was your decision.' I say. It really was.

'Anyway, so why are you here? I'm not taking you out to Karaoke Dokie again, you remember what happened last time.'

'My parents kicked me out, so I was wondering if I could maybe move in.' I say sheepishly, then try to look scary so he'll let me stay with him out of fear.

'Yeah. Why did they kick you out?' He asks, he sort of looks concerned but I don't think he cares; I think he's used to it.

'Because of you, actually.' I answer.

He looks really surprised and is silent for a while, then he tells me I can stay with him, as long as I don't keep him up all night long watching horror movies on my pear phone. That's stupid, though – I'd watch them on my pear pad, not phone.

In the morning, I get up (an hour later than Beck) and I'm getting ready for school, when he breaks the news to me.

'Jade, you can't stay here, my parents actually came down here in the night to tell me that they wouldn't allow it.'

'Oh. That's what that noise was. Why?' I ask.

'I wonder! Maybe because you always break stuff and you're obsessed with scissors.'

I can't believe him.

'But, I am sorry for you and I feel like it is my duty to help you to find a place to stay, so you can come with me after school. I've already found one place that looks good! It's owned by two people from Hollywood Arts, I think you'll like it! '

'Why, are you living there too?' I snap, even though what I'm saying is sort of nice.

'No, I'm staying her but I'll come and visit wherever you stay. Actually, I've already signed the form for you because they seemed so eager and glad to have a roommate. You can move in during this week.'

'Okay.' I say reluctantly 'They'd better be good.'

I look at my watch and realise that we'd better leave soon, or else we'll miss first period. I pick up my bag, then Beck drives the two of us to school (I left my car at home). On the way to school, Beck insists on playing some weird happy hippy song which turns out to be a cover sung by a high school 'Glee Club' (which is a singing club for those sucker schools where the whole purpose isn't the arts) from Ohio.

At school, there's this new girl called like 'Coco' or some stupid name like that, and she's a really unfortunate mix of Cat and Trina. Anyway, today she was acting, and she was terrible, but Sikowitz was like

'See everybody, this is what acting should look like; rainbow, confident and blurry.'

I look down to his hands and see he's holding coconut milk. Oh, that makes sense now.

'Can you believe-?'

I get cut off by Beck

'Who? Sikowitz?' He asks 'Yeah. He's always been like that. I can't believe you haven't noticed!'

'No! Of course I realised Sikowitz was like that! I mean that new girl; Coco Bunny or whatever she's called.'

'Oh, you mean Sugar Motta?' He whispers, after seeing Sikowitz give us a dirty look for talking in his class (which actually always happens, but some other weirdo – with dreadlocks this time – has started presenting something.)

'How do you know her name?' I whisper loudly and everyone looks at me.

'Because she's the girl who owns the house that you're going to stay in.'

'What? so now it's the only option?' I snap

'Well, actually yeah it is. I can't find any other places apart from one that's about five million a month too expensive for you.'

I give him an evil stare.

'But there's someone else who lives there too.' He says.

'Okay, maybe this person will be bearable.' I think to myself

He points to the weirdo with the dreadlocks whose presentation we're very rudely interrupting. Of course it's him! Could this get any worse?