AN: Okay here it is. This is going to be be a Candre story, based on respones. Dont like that? Too bad.

Ugh, I'm so mean. :(

Sigh... I'm really, really sorry to everyone who who voted for another ship. I wont blame you if you go read another fanfiction. As for my outburst above...

Im...just in a really bad mood. School sucks, like a hell of alot more than I expected. I just got back from, litterally, the worst swim practice i have ever been through. Sorry, its no reason to take that out on you.

AN: dont wanna say it.

"So, Caterina, what are your plans for spring break?" Mr. Parkinson asked, trying to break the tension created after Cat's last comment.

"Oh! Well, my family and I are going to go on a cruise, on a big boat! Oh, that remin-" Cat was cut off again by her father.

"Yes, we're going on a cruise, leaving the 26th and coming back the 16th."

"Oh, that's a shame!" Mrs. Parkinson exclaimed. Mrs. Valentine inquired why.

"Because we're hosting a gala on the 10th and we were so hoping you could come! It's going to be the social event of the season, and I could've really used your help planning it!" Mrs. Parkinson looked forlorn.

"Oh, well, we could always reschedule our cruise!" Mrs. Valentine said! Her husband nodded and the Parkinson's started thanking them profusely. Cat stood up, and everyone looked at her. She tried to talk, failed and then ran out of the room.

(break)

"See you at school, Beck." Andre said icily, as he bid his friend goodbye. Beck waved and climbed into his car, unsure of what to do next. His phone rang and he answered it.

"Y'ello?" He said into the phone. On the other side of the line, Jade West almost cried at the sound of his voice.

"Beck? It's Jade. I was just calling to say we're over. But I guess you can't break up two people who were never really together, can you?" Jade said thoughtfully. "Because when one of those two people is fawning over another girl, and kissing that other girl in front of his girlfriend, something's wrong, Beck. Really, really wrong. And it's too messed up for even me to handle. So, goodbye" The line clicked and Beck sat there, stunned.

What he wanted to do was rev up his car and go search every inch of the world for Jade, and when he did find her, throw himself at her feet and beg her forgiveness.

But that's not what he did. He drove home and sat on his bed, trying to read but never turning the pages.

What he should've done was run over to Jade's house and take her in his arms, whisper how he was so, so, so sorry and kiss her like she the most precious thing on earth. He wanted to hold his dark angel, caress her delicate ivory skin. He wanted to tell her how she was amazingly talented and gorgeous and the most priceless thing in the universe. Which she was, to him.

But all he did was lay down in his bed and wallow in self pity.

Because what Beck should've done, and what Beck did, was a decision that would always haunt him for the rest of his life.

And what Beck knew was right, and what Beck knew was wrong were in two completely different hemispheres.

Maybe he wanted to save face. Maybe he was confused. Maybe, and most probably, Beck just couldn't face Jade. But for some incomprehensible, unintelligible reason, Beck did what was wrong. And he called Tori Vega.

AN: I've got to go. Do homework. This day sucks.

Later.