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Chapter 4: My Sweet Nightmare (Jade's POV)
"Vega! Cat!" I began really annoyed, "my day has been horrible enough so far; Sikowitz just wants us to act better! Okay?!"
I heard someone remark what's her problem and snapped in the general direction. It had been a girl, but she ran off before I could do anything. A soft growl escaped me (it had everyone running) and with a slight huff, brows together, I continued on my way. What was my problem? Easy, The day happened, that's what! It began with me breaking up with Beck (yet again; why we're still doing this beats me, it isn't even fun anymore) and then that infuriating script teacher (I now hate him with vengance! I am not sure why I signed up for his bloody class in first place) paired us up. Ugh! As if I deserved more punishment, in our next class our favorite psycho teacher had me do a scene with Cat and even though we are best friends, I was at odds with the world (new? NOT!) and therefore, entitled to hating it. He got mad at us, and just to grate of my nerves (he did it on purpose!) he asked the Vega sisters to do our scene. Ack! Talk about a dagger to the back and then twisting it!
"How did you know we were asking you about that?" Ever sweet Cat was too innocent for me to keep mad at, but I still hate the world.
"You've been worried about it all day," I mocked her in a sweet tone; for all her innocence, I hate it when people state the obvious. It's obvious! "Giggling during every single class afterwards, and going about Sikowitz' behaviour... Ugh!"
"Well, excuse me if I'm being scared about our usually placid teacher being so utterly creepy!" Vega snipped back, and I shot her a glare. "We're not cold-blooded like you."
"We're not cold-blooded like you." I mimicked, using that southern belle accent that she hated, hoping it was enough to make them leave me alone.
"I don't talk like that!" But they weren't leaving; with a growl, I cursed my luck.
"Look, Vega," I began, feeling a headache approaching and mustering my patience; I had enough with Cat being Cat, I didn't need the worry-wart. "This, hasn't been my day." She gave me a look, what else is new and I sighed in aggravation because she was right, so I decided to disclose the morning events. "I broke up with Beck, okay?"
"Again..." Cat added with a soft sigh, and at my glare (it must have been heated, Vega actually stepped in front of the redhead) she wisely shut it, looking away.
"Gradstein paired me with him for this stupid script," I tried my best to ignore them, but they were right and it made me hate them, "and since the day had been so chizing perfect up to that point, of course, my acting was affected. Even the best actors have a bad day! And I'm entitled to mine!"
With a sigh of thanks to whatever deity could be making me small favors (it was certainly a minority in the pantheon, else the day wouldn't suck so much) as I watched them run off... Really, no matter what, Cat's my best friend and Tori is a pretty decent listener (Cat is so lacking) and as long as I didn't scare them with tears, it was okay. Now, I had to find someone else who wanted to switch partners with me and the redhead was gone, great! This day is looking up. At this point, I would partner with Robbie, but I'm not that desperate as to ask Sinjin. Anyone but the creep and Beck...
"Good job," apparently, the minority was easily crushed as my ex walked up to me, looking as the girls fled, "getting a new partner, partner."
"Beck, you do realize we're not dating, right?" I asked him as I pulled my scissors out, "so if you're done distracting me with idle chatter, I'll ask her."
"Right," he rolled his eyes and I was impressed, it was how I rolled mine but when he gave me that stupid smile, I scowled, "Andre was waiting for her already..."
"Well, maybe Shapiro's still here," I stated as I closed my locker with finality and walked away, "I have my ways at persuading..."
"His partner's Sinjin," that would have frozen me up but, I already had a plan, "and he won't change partners, Gradstein told him not to do that."
"I swore you knew me," I remarked with a scowl, glancing at him but he was still smiling and I made fists and stomped away, "I just told you, I have my ways!"
God, I hated that smile! He was still standing there, in front of my locker as though we still were an item. As I began searching for puppet-boy I began imagining Beck's tanned face beaneath my boots, and that I was kicking that smile off his grinning face. That, was why I broke up with him, looking happy all the time no matter how shitty life was (much like Vega or Cat, ugh!) and really, at least they could display other emotions. I've seen Vega mad, Cat dissapointed (she was unstable enough to believe that she was unable to feel hate) and other varying degrees of feelings that were normal for us as teens. But he... He was always Mr. C. Calm, cool, and collected. It wasn't normal, like a male version of Cat, just way smarter. And that was why it didn't compute. I thought I could figure him, find what made him tick, but when he hasn't been angry... Cat's way worked because she wasn't that smart.
"Ahh!" Good he had an empty bladder; I scoffed at his shrill and girly scream. I sighed in dissapointment since he didn't drop the annoying puppet. "Oh, Jade."
"Hey!" For some reason, Rex began chastising me. "Be more careful Jade! Robbie's silly enough by himself!"
"Shut up Rex!" Robbie slapped a hand over the dummy's mouth and he hitted Robbie's chest. "How can I help you Jade?"
"I want to switch partners for Gradstein's script," I stated.
"Uhm... Gradstein said I couldn't do that," he gave the expected answer, appearing a little intimidated, which was a good sign.
"Perhaps I wasn't clear enough?" I asked him, voice dangerously low, and I could tell the puppet was being crushed by the ventriloquist; in the end, I always got what I wanted. "I... Want... To switch parnters... for Gradstein's script"
"O...Okay, Jade," he whimpered; he was worse than Vega, and I had to roll my eyes.
"Wimp," Rex accused, and for once, I agreed with him.
"You do know it's Sinjin, right?" He asked with a timid look and I craned my brow.
"Yeah, but you obviously didn't know that we will be doing the script," I replied as I turned around, waiting for him to follow.
"Wait, what?!" He squeaked and ran to catch up.
"We ain't working with you," Rex began, "wicked witch!"
I just had it with that ... thing! I turned around and I noticed the boy swallow, but I was trained on the ridiculous object. Taking it by the hair, I threw it with all my might and was satisfied as the ventroloquist ran after his prized possession. Then it dawned on me and I groaned; there went my last chance to avoid doing the script with Beck. Why was everything going so horribly downspiral? Since I broke up with him, it'll be really awkward for me.
"Ready to giving up?" He inquired, smile still in place, and I slumped.
"Do I have another choice?" I said, completly resigned. Really, if I didn't give up now, the day could end in hell, all fire and pain.
"You can fail the class..." He supplied with a shrug, and mustering all my nonchalance (really, it would be easier) I replied.
"I'm really thinking about it," it sounded so smooth to me, I felt proud.
"Seriously?" I scowled. I had a perfect record and he knew it, so I wouldn't just fail Gradstein's class on purpose, and his carefree attitude was pissing me off.
"Let's go already," I said through gritted teeth, holding myself to not kill him right there, (the halls were still packed; did these people had no life?!).
"I'll drive you home," he said cordially, and I could hear his smile; ugh!
"No thanks, I can drive myself," I didn't wanted an awkward car trip, and my scathing tone was enough to warn him to give me my space.
"Okay, then," he shrugged, lengthening his strides and leaving me behing, "I'll see you there."
I left the school and drove home as slow as I could (postponing the inevitable, I was never one for procastination but, here I am), trying to spend the less time possible with Beck. Unfortunately, I had to arrive at one point, and by then he would be there. So I did what I do best and ignored him when he said 'Hi' to me. Skipping any and all formalities (he so didn't deserve it) I just went to my room, him on tow. Lacking anything better to do, I threw my bakcpack next to my bed and he just sat down there, looking at my room, as if he were looking for something different. By the end, he just sat there, smiling, not caring for my glare or as I rolled my eyes at his stupid actions. He did that every single time and what was the point? I huffed for lack of anything better to do.
"Let's just finish this as fast as we can," I spat, feeling a little creeped: why did he have to be so happy all day? Didn't he feel a thing after I broke up with him? He should be mad! Pissed off! Outraged! So why was he so darn happy? Cat had her excuse, she was Cat and her level of oddity was beyond this world, and he certainly didn't have that excuse! "I don't want to be alone with you, okay?"
"If you say so," even his tone lacked feeling, but wasn't quite deadpanned; I hate him. "What would the script will be about?"
"Beck, I got brains," I began, completely serious for once, and that got his attention, "but I'm not doing this alone."
"You don't have to act like that always you know?" His tone became cold and I just scoffed, "you don't have to be a gank all time."
"Oh my!" I narrowed my gaze, and managed to control my snarl and prevent it from appearing. "Talking like Vega, are we? You don't have to be a gank all time."
"Jade!" He sounded stricken.
"Oh, now you show a reaction!" I made fists to prevent my arms from going wind-mill but my tone raised an octave; I kept the pitch perfectly. "You're single now, you can date her, you know?!"
He sighed and began massaging his forehead. "Let's just start brainstorming."
"So my psych eval is done?" I asked in a bored tone.
As I expected, it was awkward: he was there, staring at nothing while smiling (again) and I couldn't think of anything to make the things quicker. Seriously, watching him I couldn't concentrate and so all I did was pray for him to give us an idea for the script. I would write about anything just to end this already.
"What if we make a romantic script with a tragic ending?" He suggested after a few (longest ever) minutes; ugh, I was reduced to being a cosmic joke.
"As long as it's tragic," I emphazied clearly, hidding my relief at getting this gig going.
We had the framework, now to get it developed. I stopped my thoughts, hating that I was thinking in such a way. I had to focus to get this finished and we totally could. Despite everything, we're both very smart, very good at writing scripts and that gave me hope. So, while he focused on the romance (so much like freaking Vega now...) I would dedicate myself to a gruesome and tragic ending. Going at with all the explicit gore I could muster, I closed my eyes, savoring the dark and bloody finaly, sighing with gusto... I loved it even more when his tanned face went pale and I made sure to describe it as best I could...
"Okay," he swallowed and took a deep breath, color returning since he wasn't subject to my vivid imagination, "even though the ending was way more... tragic than I expected, we finally finished the script."
"Great!" I gushed, completely honest about my words. "Now, why don't you go away?"
"I can pick my stuff, right?" He asked, sounding worn but he still had that stupid smile plastered in his face; his wounded puppy-look was useless due to my extended period of time being with Cat, but he only felt dejected.
Strengthening my resolve, I steeled my will, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with an irrational ache in my belly and... Holding my midriff, I honestly felt as though my arms would come back bloodied and that it was my guts falling out... I felt like puking my already empty stomach and felt, acutely, that what would come out would be blood. Thank the heavens I was still standing, else Beck wouldn't leave and I needed him gone, as in now if not sooner. It tasted like bile, and I was honestly dissapointed but secretly releived (anything but the tragic ending I had described for myself...) but suddenly, I spoke words that made me think: perhaps it would be better if I died.
"I'm so sorry," it was a whisper, but more than speaking words I hated to say, it was the sticky, sweet tone of voice that I had never, ever used before. This made it clear, whatever it was that I was feeling was that I was truly sick.
"Excuse me?" Beck was completely taken aback, and I could only hope he truly didn't manage to hear the whisper, or at least that tone. "What did you said?"
"I don't know," I snapped back, welcoming my rage but I could tell he was as confused as me... "I... I felt "
"Guilty?" I welcomed his interruption, but not his happy tone; had he heard mine?
"Hell if I know!" I rebuked, feeling as my skin bristled, "it's a feeling I had never experienced before!"
"That's good sometimes," I gritted my teeth; if I didn't feel like this, I would so punch him in his guts. I had some trouble breathing, but I wanted him out, his tone of voice alone making me want to puke... "Anyways, I have to go now, I promised Ally to take care of her dog again."
At the sound of the adorable- No wait, that was definitely not my own thoughts but if not... I took a deep and calming (and shuddering) breath. The bubbles that errupted at the sound of the quadruped made me whine. That by itself was sure sign that there was something incredibly wrong with me.
"Are you alright?" I gave him a glare but it didn't even feel the same, and his concerned look doubled.
"Can I go-" This time, he heard the gushy and mushy tone but I slapped my hand over my mouth and allowed the remaining words to be drowned and then, bit my tongue. "Oliver, if you don't leave this instant..."
"Okay..." I could tell I was freaking him out, but it was better if he thought I was doing it on purpose to freak him out; he opened the door slowly, as if trying to not scare me. "I really have to go..."
"Can you bring the pooch? Or better yet, get me a unicorn plushy?" I had my eyes closed and for a brief moment, I imagined Cat was there with us, speaking. "Don't leave Beck, this place scares me..."
But my tone alone had sent him running, and all I could think was: how could I have dated such a wuss? I heard his sneakers skating on the floor, but instead of snickering, I just felt like crying. Why was he leaving me alone in this, scary place? I didn't like my room... That thought forced me to slam my head against the wall; turns out it hurts worse when you're leaning against the wall. It helped me get my bearing back and I turned to the door of my room as I heard the house door opening. I really hated how desolate this place was.
"DON'T YOU DARE TO BRING EITHER THE DOG OR THE PLUSH!" I demanded in a yell, I felt it vibrating in the walls before the door closed with finality; I closed my door with equal strength and it shook on it's frame.
With him gone, I allowed myself to be overcome with those damnable bubbles. I was certain he wouldn't come back to this house, perhaps for life. Good. I won't be able to handle his lack of backbone. He would grow it in a week or so, but it meant a Beck-free week. The bubbles seemed to come back with vengance and I found myself giggling madly, and I hate giggles. The giggles transformed and became laughter, but it wasn't that cold happiness I felt (and took solace in) everytime I drove Vega crazy or scared anyone, boys and girls alike, at Hollywood arts. No, not this laughter, and it scared me to the core. This one, this one was a warm, genuine and almost hilarious happiness.
"Jade?" The droning, cold tone left it clear it was my father, he sounded kinda worried but one never knew with him... "Are you alright?"
"Yes daddy," at this point in time, I allowed the tears at my own inability to control myself to fall, resigned to the fact that those bubbles weren't leaving and that it had been years since I called that man by that name, "I'm super fine!"
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Now that got me laughing. He actually knew me better than my own boyfriend, which meant that Beck wasn't worth it.
"NO!" Thanks to my cool and natural laughter, I was able to counter those bubbles and regain some sanity. "GO. AWAY!"
"Much better," he replied, tone smug; he had peeked just to make sure and at this point, I couldn't blame him. "I just wanted to tell you that your mom and I will go to work early, so you'll have to do your own breakfast."
"Yay!" I cheered, the bubbles taking control. "Waffles!"
"By the way did you dyed your hair again?" He asked.
He went back to his cold tone; apparently, he thought he was the father of the year for his deduction. Right now, I couldn't help but agree. Why was I surrounded by stupid and idiotic men? Crappy father beats best boyfriend ever. Laaaamee...
"What do you mean?" I inquired, digging my nails into my palm and the pain helped me focus; great, pain was my medication, ugh!
"I can see the red from between the blue and purple," he replied dryly, closing the door, "or was it green? I can never focus on those words that woman speaks..."
That made me laugh. So much for his pride in being a good father, he was an even lousier husband. My mom had stopped giving me cash to save for about a month, so I had been unable to dye my hair the last two weeks. Feeling weak, I literally crawled there. The last colors I had used were (in fact) green and purple, but not red since... But my locks were, red indeed, and it was spreading and it was that dreaful, awful red velvet. My face was changing and my eyes, from their unusual green-blue color, it turned into a deep, rich brown, eyes that spoke of laughter, happiness, joy, giddiness and a carefree being. The reality of it struck me as I felt my head lighten, and the bubbles turned to knives. I wished to have been in my own tragic end and spare me this misery. To a certain degree, I knew what was happening, and I cursed that man and... Puppies, cute red puppies, puppies turning from black to red, blue to black, and I howled pittifuly as I drunkenly went to my bed to lay down. Why was I in this scary room again? Right, because I was a werewolf! I howled again, laughing by the end of it, whimpering softly. I was transforming, so that explained the pain in my belly; I caressed the mentioned body part (anatomy) as I pouted. Were they red haired werewolves? Maybe I was going back to becoming a human?
No, I am Jade, I dye my hair, I have blue-green eyes, I have pale skin... Which was turning peach and I am Jade... Black turned to pink (nails, my nails...) and purple turns to black and black to red and I don't like black, pink is softer and sweeter and... Before my thoughts went blissfully black, because I like black, I thought I was caving on myself, shrinking... The blackout didn't crawl on me but hit me like a hammer; one massive headache.
I was in a field, a flower field, I'm not sure as to the type of flower, I hated those, but Cat was having a blast. We were ridding rainbow-tailed unicorn, and the flowers turned to candy and the river was red. But not blood red, red velvet, and I felt sad... Suddenly, Cat and her ride weren't there but Sikowitz was. The teacher sat barefeet on a gigant coconut. On the other side, it was a barren land, and Cat was now upon a Thestral and I was sad for her; I noticed that on her side, the river was, in fact, blood red. I wasn't liking this dream.
"Okay Sikowitz, you can make this madness stop," I began, voice tight, "I am not liking where this is heading, in fact I'm hating it...
"But," his eyes widen as he slightly shook his head, then gave me an understanding, creepy smile, "Cat loves it!"
"So?" I knew I was forgetting something, feeling a tickling sensation at the base of my neck.
"You're her now." This statement was done without doubt or hesitation.
"Oh hell no!" I knew he was right to a certain degree, but I couldn't recall what had happened before, other than thoughts about werewolves. "You been drinking that rotten coconut milk again or what?! I,am Jade, okay?"
"Nope!" He happily declared, creepy smile not leaving and I felt like punching the living daylights out of him. "Not right now, at the very least..."
Sikowitz clapped and everything dissapeared. I found myself falling through a dark tunnel, and at least I landed on my back. It felt so real, that I woke with a start. I found myself staring at the ceiling, wondering if today would be worthy. Yesterday (and it felt like minutes since I went to bed) had been such a crazy affair, and I hated not having control of my life. Recalling the dream, I scowled.
Everything was a dream, I stated with conviction in my mind, and taking a deep, shuddering breath, I fell asleep after finishing the script, nothing happened, my hair isn't red and my eyes are normal.
Feeling weak, I sat on my bed slowly, still feeling the effects of the dream. I would give that psycho-witz a piece of my mind when I saw him. Why were my clothes loose on me? I like to wear tight things on me, and I remember the shrinking sensation. Remembering much more vividly the events that led to the nightmare, I braces myself. Closing my eyes, I walked blindly to my mirror with a confident step. Even as my pants fell from me, I kept my resolve and it was only as I stood in front of the mirror that I found myself hesitant.
No! I screamed at my self, clenching my hands and gritting my teeth, I am not Beck and this is my chance to prove it!
I opened my eyes at once, and stared at myself, dumbfounded. Red velvet straight hair, my whole frame was petite and my uncanny blue-green eyes were now soft brown. I felt my eyes, no, Cat's eyes brimming, and bit my tongue. I wouldn't panic or despair and try to work it out. I began pacing quickly from side to side, muttering a string of no as if that was going to help and then, I heard myself.
"NO! Not her, NOT HER!" My voice was her voice, and I turned to look at myself in the mirror and snarled my fircest, but, even when I was really angry and meant to look fierce and scary, my face was still all sweet. I wasn't intimidating anymore. "WHY CAT?! I PREFER EVERYONE BUT HER! EVEN VEGA!"
I was Cat, the most opposite person to me, and my life wouldn't be the same. There was only one word that could encompass everything I felt at the moment: FML
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