Sorry it took a bit longer to update than it usually does!

Also, is anyone else bummed out that next week is the last episode of Victorious. It's called Victori-yes and the plot says that Sikowitz convinces the gang that they have to say, "yes" to everything for a week. I actually concocted this little theory, that's actually probably really ridiculous, but ANYWAY:

how perfect would it be if Beck asked Jade to marry him, and since Jade is forced to say "yes" -hint, hint- I don't know. Probably really unlikely, but I just think it'd be the perfect end to such a grand show.

Now back to the story:


Beck and I entered Hollywood Arts, coffees in hands and our opposites resting at our sides, contrary to the demeanor we would sport the last occurence we had entered the school together-back when we truly were together. I had planned to split our tie, and travel to my locker, but felt a quick rasp on my hand, as I attempted to part from him. "Hey." he said, flashing a tiny smile. "I'll go with you." And he walked me, failing to drop my hand, as we made the trip to my locker and I retrieved my books. It was all so eerily familiar and a pit built within my stomach at the nostalgic actions. It was me who broke my hand away, as I shoved several books into my bag.

The looks, no, stares, of our fellow classmates and kind-of-friends burned a hole into the back of my dyed-black-haired head. I slammed my locker shut and spun around, tugging down at the hem of the hoodie of the day. Beck didn't claim my hand again, and I let out a sigh of relief, attempting to put to rest the heard of butterflies that had awoken in my stomach at the feel of his touch. He directed me to follow him and we traveled to Vega's locker. I rolled my eyes, as we were bombarded with questions.

Andre was the first to speak up, knowing he was the second least likely person I would be quick to kill. "So uh, are you two, ya know?" a smiled played at his thick lips, and I watched as his eyes traveled to Tori next, with a longful stare.

It had always been blatantly obvious to me that he wished for more than a friendship with Vega. But I suddenly pondered if his desperate crush on the irritating half Latina was as evident to fellow members of the group, other than me, his object of affection, for instance. But as she dumbfounded kept her eyes locked on me and Beck, her eyebrow raised as Andre's question floated in the air and his eyes lingered on her, I figured she truly was as dumb as she looked, and so often seemed.

"Are we know... Ya know, what?" I asked, my tone flat.

Cat smiled a bit at me, her large brown eyes twinkling. "Ya know..." her smiled widened, and she performed an awkward shimmy-styled wiggle as she sung "Back together," while nudging my shoulder, playfully.

I took an uninterested sip of my coffee and averted my gaze, leaving Beck to answer their questions, for I had already lost every ounce of patience that had been established through my morning dose of caffeine.

"No." he replied, simply. "But we do have something to tell you."

My eyes widened and I whipped my head back around, to shoot him a deathly glare to serve as a warning.

A chorus of "what"'s erupted and I suppressed a groan. Tori and Cat faked their curiosity with not as much skill as I would have guessed, considering they've both acted in various plays.

Beck acknowledged my glare, but didn't close his mouth. I kept my composure, yet internally seethed. "There's really no way to tell you guys this. So I'm just gonna come right out and say it."He waited a beat, a dramatic pause, and it took all I had no to roll my eyes. Always an actor. Even when he wasn't in character.

"Jade's pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

Even my breathing grew shallow. It was so utterly surreal to hear that out loud. The reactions seemed to transform into slow motion. I watched our somewhat friends' pupils expand, in surprise. And to my astonishment, hearty smiles spread wide across their faces. Andre pulled Beck into an embrace, and murmured a happy "Congratulations, man." with a stifled voice, as if he withheld a lump in his throat. And when he looked at me, and began to pull me into a hug, as well, I noticed the moisture in his deep brown eyes. Andre was holding back tears. I was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, and awkwardly wrapped my arms around his torso. "Congratulations, Jade." he whispered into my ear. And I couldn't help but smile.

Robbie, also, stepped forward with a grin, and gave Beck a quick hug. He then made his way to me, and hesitantly held his arms out. I detected a hint of fear in his eyes. He'd always been frightened of me. Smart boy, I noted. But for some reason, at that moment, his typically irritating demeanor became endearing, for some reason and I couldn't help but happily step into his embrace, but for only a moment. I attempted to pull away, and his fingertips lingered on my sides. "Watch it, Shapiro." I growled. And he stepped away, holding his hands up, as if in surrender.

Cat let out a squeal and bounced over to both me and Beck. Although she was already well aware of the pregnancy and the fact we were planning on keeping the baby, the excitement of the situation never failed to impact her. I ran a hand through her synthetically red hair, and held her in an embrace for a moment longer than previously intended. "You're going to be such a good mommy, Jadey." she cooed. And I couldn't resist the urge to allow an almost idiotic smile to spread across my face. No one had ever said that to me before. It felt good. There was a fluttering within my chest, and I felt an oddly warm sensation. This was what happiness felt like. I hadn't felt much of it in quite some time. But the support of my somewhat friends had brought me some pieces back. I hadn't expected this reaction from them.

"Thanks," I breathed, attempting to keep moisture from my eyes. Damn these hormones. "You're going to be an amazing Aunty, Cat." My heart frosted over once more as Cat and I pulled away, and Vega smiled a knowing smile at me, keeping her distance, leaning against her locker. She hadn't dared attempted to hug Beck or me, which I was outspokenly grateful for. Still, her expression infuriated me.

"I'm really happy for you guys." She commented, her voice small. Her smile faded quickly as I shot her a scowl.

"Thanks," Beck smiled a half-hearted smile, and ran a hand through his hair. I groaned, and Beck peered over at me, raising an eyebrow in question.

But I simply rolled my eyes and shook my head, proceeding to take a large gulp of coffee. "I gotta get to class." I explained, my tone flat, as I stomped away from the scene, my millisecond of good mood tarnished by Vega.

I threw my bag to the floor, and slammed my coffee cup on my desk, as I slipped into the desk of my first period class, not as easily as I usually had, my ever growing baby bump becoming quite the obstacle.

I sighed and took another swig of my coffee, before setting it down once more, attempting to be more gentle this time. It wasn't coffee's fault Tori was a no-good slut. I didn't truly know why that interaction between Beck and her pissed me off so much. It was small, possibly insignificant. But the thought that they had probably slept together lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake it away. And it made me livid.

Tori Vega strode into our first hour English class with an uncommon grimace on her face. She took her everyday seat, in the desk parallel to mine. I kept my eyes focused forward, to the front of the classroom, in an attempt to ignore her.

I noticed, as she leaned over, from the corner of my eye. "Jade." she called, advocating she wished for my attention, though I didn't give it to her immediately. I continued gazing towards the front of the classroom, nothing particularly catching my eye. Our teacher, Mr. Kestner, had begun to preach to the class about the book we were currently reading, The Great Gatsby. I let out an uninterested sigh, and rested my cheek against my palm, steadying my elbow on the desk.

"Jade," the incessant whispering continued. She called my name three more times, before I looked her way, narrowed my eyes at her, and whisper shouted, "What?!"

"We need to talk. I didn't mean to make you mad back there." the brunette leaned towards my desk, her expression radiating nervousness. Good, she should be nervous. What in the hell kinda nerve this girl must have.

"You think you made me mad back there? You haven't seen mad, Vega. Besides, that's not why I'm pissed at you. Not even close." I spat, my blood beginning to boil.

"Jade, if this is about me and Beck-the night you broke up, we didn't...I mean..." She stuttered around with her words for a moment before I whipped my head around, my hair flowing back, as I did, and glared at her viciously. Did she not know when to shut up? Seriously?

"Just fucking save it, Vega!" I ordered, my teeth clenched, noticing after the demand had left my mouth that it was several octaves louder than a whisper-voice.

Mr. Kestner took a brief break from nearly boring the senior class half to death, to shoot Tori and me a seemingly venemous glare. I noticed Tori had flinched from the corner of my eye, and smirked. "Ms. West, Ms. Vega." He nodded at us, his face turning slightly red. "Do we have a problem?"

I felt Tori gaze over at me, but I refused to meet her glance."No," Vega squeaked, meekly, turning her head away from me once more and Mr. Kester returned to his tiresome lesson I had no intention in paying attention to.

He continued to drone on and on about the chapter we had been expected to read, and would occasionally call on his unsuspecting victims, otherwise known as students, interrogating them with questions they so obviously withheld no answer to. I subconsciously prayed he wouldn't call on me and allowed myself to daydream, of being any other place than this damn classroom.

My mind wandered back to the events of last night, the details etching my brain still.

I was grateful that Beck and I had yet to host that milestone in every breakup, the uncomfortable exchange of each other's things you'd kept, or they'd left, or whichever variation, because otherwise, my copy of The Scissoring would not have remained in his R.V. I lay on the twin sized mattress, and watch my favorite movie for the billionth and second time. A yawn stifles within my throat, as I feel the inevitable dreariness setting in. I had never been one to sleep all that much, but this pregnancy was exhausting me. Physically and emotionally.

Beck emerged then, an array of clothing items piled into his arms. He carried a pair of his sweat pants, that were more often worn by me than him, any who, and black tank top I had left at the R.V. at some point or another. "Here," he murmured, as he sat them down on the bed, next to my legs.

I lifted myself from the bed, much slower than I normally would have, and retreated to the bathroom to change into the clothes. I realized upon re-opening the door that I wasn't wearing an oversized hoodie, or jacket, that my stomach was on full display, completely exposed, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as I faced Beck. His eyes lingered on my protruding belly. I cleared my throat.

"Eyes up here," I joked, half-heartedly, feeling extremely awkward, all of a sudden.

He laughed a light laugh, most likely, out of discomfort.

Beck flipped the light switch off, indicating that we were going to sleep, and the darkness of the R.V. felt reassuring to me. You don't have to hide, Jade. You don't have to pretend with me. I heard the words he'd recited to me so many times in countless variations, and attempted to take that advice. But it felt so irrelevant now.
As I settled into the microscopic bed, and awaited Beck's presence, I found myself staring at him quizzically, as he prepared a makeshift bed for himself on the floor of the R.V. "I'll just sleep on the floor," he explained, after noticing my expression, I presumed.

I shook my head at him, "Don't be ridiculous," I muttered, before nodding to the area on the bed next to me.

He bit his lip, as he walked over to me. Perhaps I was making him nervous, too. I don't know why. Even if we had broken up, we'd dated for three years. He was the single person in my life that I had always felt comfortable with. We'd practically lived together. We shouldn't have to feel like this, and yet, we so obviously did.

I took a moment to study the demeanor of the R.V. There was still a picture of me and him, resting on the night stand, a goofy grin plastered on his face, and an incredulous smirk on mine. My clothes remained to clutter the floor. It never occurred to me how much this place had felt like home to me until I had left it. It was truly the only place that had ever felt like a home to me, and it was a damned R.V. My ex boyfriends damned R.V. Still, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of contentment to be here again, in this bed, with this boy.

As he situated himself beneath the covers, and I allowed my eyes to close, I felt a hesitant arm slink my waist. My eyes shot open. "Beck, what are you doing?!" I demanded, my voice rising.

He jumped, taken aback by my sudden harsh tone, and quickly recoiled his arm. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his face falling. "I just thought..."

"Well, you thought wrong." I quarreled. "We're not back together," My tone was softer now, and I averted my eyes, unsure of why I had reacted this way, why I was so hard on him. Because he needs to know he can't just pick you back up again when he's decided he wants to play with you. You're not some toy.

Beck allowed a sigh, and glanced back up at me. "You were the one who asked me to the bed, Jade."

And I sighed, as well, rolling over slightly to face him. "Look, Beck, I'm sorry."

I witnessed a spark in his eye, and realized I had his full attention, taking into consideration that I didn't often admit an apology. I seized this advantage, and brought myself somewhat closer. "I'm pregnant."

"Thank you, Jade. I wasn't aware." He said, sarcastically, and proceeded to roll his eyes.

"Shut up," I glared at him. "I'm not done yet."

He awarded me with his attention once more, and he gave me his gaze, eyes wide, staring at me quietly, awaiting me to continue.

"There's a lot of complicated things-between you and me. Unanswered questions and unresolved issues. A lot of unfinished business. And I want to talk about it all. With you. But that will just leave me with more thinking, and more stress." I paused for a moment and watched his expression. He was gnawing on his lips, yet he kept his stare on me, and nodded, once he noticed my silence. "We're going to bring a baby into this world." I continued, and he took my hand then. I frowned at our interlacing fingers, but disregarded it. "I need to think about the baby right now. He or she needs to my priority. Not you." I finished, proud of him for keeping quiet, and somewhat taking pride in myself for displaying my true feelings for once, without him begging my confession out of me.

He considered this for a moment, before he spoke up. I think he was impressed by me, as well. "I understand," he whispered. Beck ran an absent minded hand through his brunette mop of hair, before clearing his throat and speaking once more. "I just miss you. And I think it's so amazing, that we're having a baby." A smile played at his lips, and he rested his free hand on my swollen belly.

I bit down on my lower lip, and felt a crease appear between my eyebrows. "I know." Apart of me wished to admit I missed him, too, but I decided that I'd already made myself appear vulnerable enough, at least for one night. So instead, I said, "But you hurt me, Beck. You hurt me, and I'm not saying never about us, but I'm sure as hell saying not right now."

Beck nodded his head, and I detected the hurt in his pools of brown. So I tightened my grasp on his palm, and before I knew it, we were drifting of to a slumber.

I snapped out of my trance as the bell sounded throughout the English classroom. I noticed Tori had already left, along with the majority of the rest of the class. I hoisted my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my coffee cup and began my journey to my next class.


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