kind of tried something new in this one
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Beck's POV
"Come on," Jade said again impatiently.
"I'm not gonna tell you," I responded in cheerful tone. It wasn't often I knew something Jade didn't so I liked to savor the feeling. "Be patient."
"Ugh!" She grumbled as I parked my mom's car in front of her house. "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this." She raised her eyebrows at me when we were both out of the car.
"Me?" I took her bag for her as we started to walk up the long pathway to her residence. "You're the one who won't let it go."
"It's just a stupid car," She said for the third time.
"If it's so stupid, why do you wanna know?"
"Because," She put her hands on her hips and stopped walking when we got to her front door. "I think I have a right to know the kind of car my boyfriend intends to drive me around in, don't you?"
"It's too soon to be talking about this," I diverted. "I still don't have all the money yet so it doesn't even matter what kind of car I want."
"Hmm," She pursed her lips and thought this over, all the while glaring at me intensely. I smiled until she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Alright, whatever. But if you make me get into one of those ugly little—,"
"I won't!" I cut her off and put both hands on her shoulders. "Trust me, you'll love it. Now can we please go inside? Your bag is like a ton of bricks," I succumbed to the pain in my right shoulder.
"That's probably because of the brick I have in there," She smirked and unlocked the door, pushing it open all the way.
I heard her gasp and had to stop myself from doing the same when I laid eyes on the scene in front of us.
"Oh my," Jade's mother, June West, gasped just like her daughter as she detached her arms from around the neck of a man I'd never seen before; a man that was definitely not Jade's dad.
We stepped inside fully and closed the door behind us while June wiped her lipstick clean and straightened out what looked like a tennis outfit.
"What the fuck?!" Jade finally spoke in exactly the tone I'd imagined. Anger, frustration, and disappointment.
Her mother stood as tall as she could, which was about the same height as Jade, and cleared her throat. I tried not to stare because it was so awkward, but my eyes were glued to her; she had the same brown hair and light eyes that were Jade's trademark.
"Raymond, dear," June said lightly to the very tanned man beside her who was looking around the room confused. "Why don't you go fix us something to drink?"
The young man nodded and bolted for the kitchen without another word. What was especially weird was that June didn't even look embarrassed. She was slightly frazzled, but once she caught her breath, she didn't seem at all remorseful for having that guy's hands on her ass a minute ago.
"What. The. Fuck!" Jade screamed even louder this time and I didn't know what to do. One glance at her and I was stuck. Her eyes were flaming in rage and she was shaking like she was about to burst.
"Beck, honey," June's words were kind but her tone was cold and disheartening. "Why don't you take Jade's things up to her room?" Her obvious attempt to get me to leave made me want to stay that much more. Still, though, I looked at Jade and waited for her to give me a small nod before moving across the large living room and up the grand staircase.
The long walk to Jade's room was one I was familiar with, but not where I was headed. Instead, I stop in the first hallway upstairs and hide behind the wall so I can still hear their conversation.
"Jade, before you—,"
"Before I what?" Jade's voice sounded hateful and full of spite. "Walk in on you and you fucking your tennis instructor! What the hell?!"
"Honey, it's not what you think. Raymond is—,"
"Oh my god," I heard Jade say slowly and imagined her shaking her head. "I thought you were done with this."
"I am," June replied. "Raymond was just helping me with my serve, there's no need to tell your father about this little incident."
"Of course not."
"Don't take that tone with me, Jade. I won't stand here while you judge me."
"Can you blame me?!" Jade screeched. "First it was the art dealer at the gallery, then your equestrian teacher, now this asshole? Dad doesn't even come home anymore because of you and you don't even—,"
"Enough!" June's yell halted Jade's rant. "I'm not having this conversation with you. You're a child and there are some things you just don't understand."
"Whatever," I recognized Jade's 'over it' tone and heard her footsteps as she walked across the hard wood floor to the stairs.
"Don't you walk away from me," Her mother shouted after her, but I heard footsteps on the stairs and knew she was ignoring her. "How much longer am I going to have to deal with your attitude problem, Jade?"
"Depends," I saw Jade now at the top floor, yelling over the railing. "How much longer am I gonna have to pay for your mistakes?"
Her mom kept saying something but Jade ignored and started walking to me when she saw me. I tried to gage her emotion, but failed. She didn't look as mad as I've seen her, just annoyed and kind of hurt.
"Hey," I pulled her in for a hug when she was close enough.
"Did you hear all that?" She looked up at me sadly and I tightened my arms around her and nodded.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't wanna leave you."
"It's fine," She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair as she blinked the beginning formation of tears away. "I just don't understand," She wiped away a tear that escaped. "I mean, you don't cheat on people you love. You don't hurt them like that, why would she—why would anyone…,"
"Shh," I stopped her before she completely broke down and patted her hair down soothingly like she did to me sometimes. Maybe if it was half as comforting to her as it was to me, she'd feel a bit better.
"Let's just…," She lifted her head to look at me again, the sadness in her eyes breaking my heart. "Let's get out of here, okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded, taking her hand to lead her out. "Let's go."
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Jade's POV
"Okay, fine," Beck laughed as I gave him a dirty look. "How about this one?" He pressed a button and let the music play.
I love it when you call me big poppa
"NO!" I protested immediately.
Throw yo hands in the air if yous a true playa
"Aww, come on," He smiled goofily and shut off the song. "That one's a classic."
"I am not gonna answer the phone if I hear that shit," I shook my head repeatedly. It was late afternoon and I was sitting cross legged at the foot of his bed facing where he sat at the head.
He had my phone in his hand and was trying to get me to agree to a new ringtone for himself. So far I hated all his choices, but this little game was lightening the darkened mood my mother had left me in; a goal I'm pretty sure he'd set out on achieving ever since we got to his RV.
"Alright, alright," Beck nodded and kept scrolling through his options. "Okay, this one's a winner."
It's too big, it's too wide, it's too strong, it won't fit.
"Seriously?" I fought the urge to laugh at his song selection.
"Hey, Beyonce knows what she's talking about," He shrugged and looked smug while the song played on.
He talks like this 'cause he can back it up. He got a big ego. Such a huge ego.
"I don't like that one either," I shook my head again. "You know what?" I said as an idea struck me. "Two can play at this game," I spoke as I reached forward and took his phone from his side.
I retreated back to my spot and started looking up a new ringtone for when I called him. I saw him staring at me from the corner of my eye and looked up to give him a smile. I knew he worried about me after any kind of confrontation with my parents, and I don't want him to; I'm just glad to be out of my house. Beck's RV was always more like home to me anyways.
"I got one," I grinned and pressed play.
I love it, I love it, I love it when you eat it. I love it, I love it, I love it when you eat it
"Hell no," Beck shook his head but I could see a smile playing on his lips.
"Why not?" I shrugged nonchalantly. "I do love it when you eat it," I winked at him and he smiled full on.
"Yeah, I don't need the whole school to know that every time I call you," He pointed out and I nodded.
"Fair enough. How about…," I said with a smirk. "This one."
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha?
He chuckled a bit but then nodded.
"I actually kind of like that one," He said gleefully. "And it's true. Most guys wish they're girlfriend was a freak like mine."
"Hey!" I fake gasped and threw one of his pillows at him. "Forget it, I'm looking for a better one."
"Me too," He nodded and went back to the search. These were the moments I lived for; us hanging out, just the two of us. We were doing nothing, but it was better than doing something with anyone else.
"Who's Derek?" He asked before I could find another song to play.
"Who?" I looked up from his phone to see his vision focused on reading something on my phone.
"Derek," he repeated a name I vaguely remembered. "You have like 60 messages with him."
"Oh," I nodded and went back to scrolling through ringtones. "Some kid from history. He let me borrow his notes a couple weeks ago."
"Mmm," He said subconsciously like he'd already moved on. "And who's Mason?"
"My partner for that project I have due next week," I explained freely. This isn't the first time he's gone through my phone and it wouldn't be the last. I never had anything to hide so it didn't matter to me.
"The project for history?" I noticed the curious hints of disbelief his tone had and hated it. Why else would I waste my time talking to those losers unless I had to?
"Yes," I said sternly, then decided to turn the tables. I found what I was looking for and held up his phone demonstratively. "Why did Tori text you at midnight yesterday?"
"To ask what she should get Trina for her birthday," He recited the words like he'd practiced justifying them to himself. Tori had asked me about Trina's present today too, but I didn't care. "We only texted for like five minutes," He went on.
"Still though," I shrugged lightly and looked back at the phone's screen. "She feels comfortable enough to text you at all hours of the night...you two must be getting close." I exaggerated the suspicious edge in my voice purposely.
"Why were you talking to Andre on the phone for 3 hours last night?" He questioned like he was offended.
"He's in my history class," I shrugged again. He doesn't even trust his best friend around me and I'm the crazy one in this relationship? Give me a break!
"So?" His expression remained skeptical.
"So we were studying," I spelled it out for him. "We have a test on Monday; he was helping me. I don't think you realize how bad I am at history."
"You could've called me," He countered with raised eyebrows while I was stuck on what I was reading.
"Who the hell is Alyssa Vaughn?" I heard my voice get louder as I read the four texts he had from this bitch. No contact picture either; he probably didn't want me to see, which meant she was pretty.
"That girl from my yoga class. I told you about her," He said smoothly and I had to think about it. I indistinctly remembered him saying something about a friend he'd made in the class. My pause gave him the opportunity to switched subjects. "So why didn't you call me?" He asked in a semi cheerless manner. "I was sitting here bored all night and I passed that class last semester."
"Yeah, but you're not in my class now," I continued. "And you didn't even have the same teacher as I do so it's different."
"I guess so," He mumbled unhappily. "Why does it seem like all your friends from history are guys?"
"Because all the girls are too busy focusing on trying to be your friend," I replied with a smirk and he smiled.
"Fine," He shrugged and I knew we were past it. "We have bigger problems to worry about."
"Such as?"
"Such as," He tossed my phone aside and crawled over to me till his cross legged knees were touching mine. "The fact that you still haven't told me what you want for our anniversary."
"What anniversary?" I played dumb.
"The one coming up in exactly 36 days," He showed off his good boyfriend skills and arched his eyebrow at me. "C'mon there has to be something you want."
"Hmm…," I pretended to think for a few moments then realized I really did need to think. I'd been so preoccupied trying to think of the perfect gift for him that I hadn't even considered what I'd want as a gift. "How about you get me a Jacuzzi?"
"Hah," He laughed quietly but shook his head. "How about something more in my price range?"
"Mmm, okay," I shrugged. "How about…," I lowered my voice to a purr and put both of my hands on his thighs. "Your virginity." He glanced down at my hands on him and smiled.
"I gave that to you a long time ago," He shrugged once.
"Well, then," I took my hands off him and sighed as dramatically as I could. "I guess you don't have anything I want."
"No?"
"I guess not," I tilted my head and pouted my lips a bit. It only took him a second to respond. In a flash, his hand was behind my neck, pulling me close to him for a kiss.
If it was one thing I wanted from Beck, it was this. No one in my entire life had managed to give me the feeling he did. It was the same heat that fueled our arguments that made the sexual tension so much better.
"So," He broke apart from my lips out of breath and wanting more. "Nothing?"
"Alright," I gave in, craving his kiss uncontrollably. "Maybe there's one thing I want from you."
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Tori's POV
"Tori! Door!" I heard Andre yell from my living room. I put down the cups I was carrying and jogged past my friends to open the front door.
"Beck," I smiled involuntarily when I saw him leaning against my doorway. He moved aside though, and revealed his girlfriend and my new enemy? Friend? Frenemy? "And Jade." I heard my tone drop and didn't bother hiding it, if she could be blunt, so could I.
"Hey, Tori," Beck smiled at me and I let them in, Jade choosing to ignore any kind of greeting. They walked in and sat on my couch next to each other and our other friends who'd been here all afternoon.
"Glad you guys could make it," I semi lied. I'd only really invited Beck to this little movie night, but I knew he'd bring Jade. When I'd called, he sounded out of breath and irritated. It took him a few moments before I felt like he was really listening. In the background, I remember hearing Jade saying something I couldn't understand, but making me wonder what they'd been doing when he answered.
"Thanks for having us," He said politely as he put his arm around Jade's shoulders. His motion drew my attention to her and the questions that always swarmed around her in my mind.
Her expression was sour, as usual, and she seemed to be focused on fixing the rings on her hand while Cat talked to her about her brother. She didn't seem like she was that great a friend…or girlfriend…so why was Beck with her?
I sat on the opposite end of the couch from them and tried to stare without making it obvious. Her light brown hair was straight today and she wore green extensions in it. I can't deny that she's pretty, but in a kind of haunting way that freaked me out.
The movie had just started when Beck leaned into her and whispered something in her ear. I felt my eyes narrow, trying to read his lips. What did he say? And why was she laughing? If they were already hanging out, why did they bother coming here?
"Yo, Tori?" I saw Andre's hand waving in front of my face then heard his voice, how long had he been calling me?
"What?" I answered.
"Where's the remote?"
"Oh," I paused to feel around for it before handing it too him. He passed it to Robbie who turned on the subtitles for the horror movie we'd decided to watch. Truthfully, it was just what I needed; something bloody and awful to outweigh the stupid swooning feeling I got near Beck. It wasn't right, and it was seriously bugging me. So I stopped staring at the couple across from me and focused on the screen in front.
It worked well enough because an hour later I was so into the movie, when Jade spoke, it startled me.
"I'm thirsty," She said monotonously.
"There's the kitchen," I pointed to the next room, glad to have her leave if she was gonna act like a gank.
"Fine," She rolled her eyes and walked away only to have Beck jump up a second later.
"I'll go with you," He said to her back and then followed her in there. I sighed at myself, why did I always seem to let her get the best of me? I don't like acting rude, especially around friends.
The horror movie had just taken its third victim when I saw Beck and Jade re enter the room and stand around by the counter. I wondered why they didn't join us, and noticed how none of the others didn't seem to care. I was new but did they always stay off the side like that? It's kind of irritating. Maybe because it gives me something to stare at.
They don't seem to be talking, just staring at the movie while standing next to each other harmlessly. It's a few moments before they move from their still positions, but it's enough to catch my attention.
I watch as Beck slides his hands down her sides slowly then wraps his arms around her waist entirely. She lets him and leans her back into him completely until their bodies are touching and I'm wishing to be the friction between them.
Jade relaxes into him as their bodies become one and I'm jealous. I hate the way he seems to know where to touch her just how she likes. And I hate how easily they go together.
Her eyes go lazy as she rests her head and his chest comfortably, but his eyes stay vigilant, watching their surroundings. I can't explain why I'm drawn in, but I'm utterly engrossed in the scene before me.
Something about the sensuality of it all bothers me. They were all really innocent gestures, but the way they acted them out seemed extremely erotic to me. Maybe it was because they showed affection so openly as if no one else was in the room, even though we're sitting right here.
He lowers his head to her ear and I see his lips moving so close to her I almost incline myself to listen. Of course I'm too far to hear, but I stay focused on them. Something in me burns as he whispers a few words that make her dismal expression change. Her eyes brighten with new life and her lips almost curl into a smile.
What the hell did he say to her? She nods so slightly that I think I imagined it, but when she does, Beck whispers something else. Something that makes Jade release herself from his hold and speak.
"Where's your bathroom?" She asks directly and it took me a second to realize she was talking to me.
"Oh, umm," I shook myself from my spellbound state to answer her. "Upstairs, second door on the left."
She nodded and walked off, following my directions. I need to get a hold of myself. I don't know Beck well enough to like him so why am acting so crazy? I shot a glance at his tall form as he stood still, staring at the screen again. His skin just looked so smooth and was this perfectly tan shade that I loved.
He wasn't too muscular from what I could see, but who knew what was under that jean jacket of his. I forced my eyes back onto the movie and revisited the image of him still in my mind. He always looked so calm and in control, it was soothing. And so strange considering how pissed off Jade always seemed to appear.
What I can't figure out is how she could look so displeased and miserable with Beck as her boyfriend. If he were mine, I'd be giddy all day long. Instead, Jade sulked around like she did.
Okay, just one more peek at Beck and then I'll really concentrate on the movie and go back to finding a great birthweek gift for Trina. I turned my head as little as possible and shifted my eyes to where Beck…used to be standing?
I turned completely to see the place he stood was now empty. A quick search of the room told me he wasn't in it anymore. Andre, Cat, and Robbie were still lounging around my couch, but Beck wasn't here.
"I'll be right back," I mumbled and skipped up my stairs to find them. Something fishy was going on here and I don't like it.
My suspicions were confirmed when I got to the top of the staircase and heard a noise. It was something I'd never heard before so I wasn't sure I was right, but I think it was…a giggle?
Impossible, the only girl up here was Jade and she does not giggle. I heard it again, though, and couldn't deny what it was. I jogged as quietly as I could until I got to my bathroom door. I heard her stifle a laugh as I approached, then a voice.
"Shhh," It had to be Beck's voice coming from inside. "They'll hear."
His hushed tone drew me in closer to the entrance. It wasn't closed all the way like it should be so I crept alongside it and reached for the door knob. Just before I reached it, it flew open and there stood Jade, both hands on her hips.
"Vega," She said my name with slight disgust and vague curiosity. "What're you doing, stalking me?"
"Uh, I…," I stumbled over my words as the door opened wider. Beck stood behind Jade with his hand on her lower back and I was further speechless. She looked fine, but his hair was disheveled and I noticed the top button on his jeans was undone.
"Hello?" Jade snapped her fingers in front of my dazed face and I looked back at her. This time I tried my best to look stern. I looked from Jade to Beck in as obviously curious as I could and waited.
"Oh," Beck took my reaction in. "This? We were…uh…,"
"I couldn't get my zipper up," Jade said with a fake 'oh my god I'm so embarrassed' look. Without another word, she led him out past me and back downstairs.
As I watched them go, I realized she was wearing jeans and a t shirt. Exactly what zipper was she stuck with? I shook my head and trotted downstairs just as the movie seemed to be ending. Great.
"Aww, man," I sighed. "Who was the killer?"
"The best friend," Andre said, shaking his head as I sat back down. "That was so crazy, I totally didn't see that coming."
"Really? The best friend?" I confirmed to Andre as he stretched his legs and shut the tv off while Robbie unhooked himself from his place behind Cat's shoulder.
He had refused to watch any of the killings in the movie, opting to hide behind Cat who just closed her eyes. Andre, Beck, and I winced like any normal person would do, and the one time I was looking, Jade was smiling wider than I'd ever seen her do every time someone got slashed.
"I had a feeling it was that guy," Jade said as she stood behind Beck's seat on the couch. "He was a creep."
"Seemed normal to me," Robbie shrugged.
"Figures," She responded with a smirk before taking her empty glass from before into my kitchen.
"So Tori," Andre called to me when Jade had left. "Have you figured out what you're gonna get Trina yet?"
"No!" I whined at the thought of Trina's wrath. "You guys seriously need to help me! She'll go crazy if I don't get her the perfect gift."
"Speaking of gifts," Beck spoke up and leaned in. "I need your guys' help too."
"Hey, wait!" I protested. "We still haven't found a gift for Trina!"
"I thought talent was a good choice," Rex said from Robbie's arm.
"Seriously, I—,"
"We'll get back to Trina," Beck cut me off then darted his eyes around like he was running out of time. "But I need to ask this while Jade is gone."
"What is it?" I tried not to sound too interested.
"Our anniversary is coming up," He said and I stopped my eyes from rolling. "I have no idea what to get her."
"Has she hinted that she wants anything?" Andre asked. "You know, in a subtle way."
"Uhh," Beck thought it over. "Jade doesn't really do subtle." I could've guessed that one.
"How about new extensions?" Robbie suggested excitedly. "I know this great salon that…I mean, my sister knows this great salon…," He trailed off when he saw our bewildered expressions.
"No," Beck shook his head and chose to ignore Robbie's metrosexual tendencies. "Hair stuff isn't really personal, think harder."
"Jewelry!" Cat said too loud and they all shushed her. "Jade likes jewelry."
"Of course she does," Andre nodded. "She's a girl."
"Yeah, but what kind of—so that's why he did it," Beck changed directions the second Jade walked back into the room. She sat beside him and we all tried to look natural. "If I was his best friend, I might do the same thing," He finished as if he were talking about the movie.
"So what'd you think of the movie, Cat?" I heard Robbie ask her. I'm not sure if he was trying to remain inconspicuous, but asking Cat what she thought was a sure way to get a conversation started.
"It reminded me of this one time my brother and I went camping," She started and there was no stopping her. We all listened in true horror while she went on to tell us about a simple vacation that turned out to be more terrifying than the movie, all the while smiling a one dimpled smile.
"Are you sure it was the best friend?" I asked when Cat was done. "I really thought it would be that guy with the Mohawk."
"Yeah, you never can trust guys with Mohawks," Beck chimed in with a smirk. I smiled back and we had a moment, or so I thought…until Jade shifted beside him and stood up.
"I'm bored," She stated with crossed arms. "Let's go."
"I guess we're leaving," Beck didn't hesitate to stand up. He said his goodbyes to everyone and stopped at the door when I walked them out. "Thanks again, for inviting us, Tori," He said with a single pat on my shoulder.
"No problem," I smiled at him and shut the door behind them.
I don't know what happened up there before, but one thing's for sure; I'm never leaving those two alone in my house again.
The end!
I hope you liked it, and that you didn't think that I hate Tori or anything.
Honestly, I don't hate her lol. I just think she totally had a thing for Beck at first. But! Who can blame her?