A?N: So, this whole chapter is mostly in Tori's point of view. It's comfirmed, Tori will find out about Jade next chapter and things will get nasty...
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Chapter 7:
Tori's POV:
Call me crazy, but I keep having this suspicious theory with Jade...Actually it's not really a theory, I just know something's up. So, yes, I've been stalking them. Sigh, I never thought I'd ever stoop this low for a guy, but I guess I have.
So far nothing much has happened, I followed Beck back to the RV. He must really have been out of it, because he didn't notice a thing.
I haven't seen Jade yet, but I assume she's in the RV where Beck is. Since Beck told me he was doing something for Jade. I wait for at least 2 hours, but nothing's happened. Just when I start to give up, the door opens, and out comes Beck. He hasn't even changed yet! What the hell is Jade to her? Is she really that important? Slowly, I contain my anger and follow Beck, good thing for me, my car isn't that conspicuous.
He drives up to a small neighbourhood and rings the doorbell of one of the houses. A man walks out and they start up a heated conversation. I can't hear them because I'm not close enough, I get out of my car and sneak quietly behind a shrub in someone's garden. There I catch a few words here and there.
"-treat Jade like that!" I hear Beck.
"It's my decision the way- my daughter!"
Wait wait, Jade? My daughter? Could this guy possibly be Jade's father?
"You dare threaten me to court?" the man suddenly yells.
Court? What on earth is wrong with Jade?
I look closer at them, at him. He looks like he's in his mid-forties, the perfect age for a father. I can see some resemblance too. He has Jade's blue eyes, and her cold glare.
They move further away from the shrub I'm hiding behind and soon their voices are muffled.
Then Beck got into his car and drove off, the man presumably Mr. West cursing him as he went.
I was just about to follow them when my phone rang. Irritated, I look at the caller ID: Trina Vega. Of course it was her. I can always count on Trina to ruin something for me. Sighing, I answer the phone.
"What?" I say in an annoyed voice.
"Tori!" she exclaims, "Where are you?" she asks making me sound like an 8 year old child that ran away from home.
"I was just-"
"Where did you put the peanut butter?" she interrupts, obviously too impatient to even listen to my answer.
"It's in the fridge Trina, It's always in the fridge," I tap my foot impatiently.
"I've already looked there," she whines.
"Then look again!" I cry out exasperated.
"And make me walk all the way back to the kitchen?" she sounds incredulous.
I refuse to answer.
"Fine! Fine, I'll go, walk all the way down the stairs, all the way to the kitchen, all the way to the-"
"Trina!" I snap, "Just check the fridge!"
I hear a sigh, a few dragged steps and then the click of the fridge door opening.
"Tori!" she cries again, "It's not here!" she groans.
"Well what do you want me to do then?" I ask throwing my free hand in the air, even though I know she can't see me.
"Help me find the peanut butter!" she whines. And she's the older sister.
"Maybe we're out!" I suggest.
"Then buy me some peanut butter!" she demands.
"Why are you getting so worked up over peanut butter anyway?"
"I just want peanut butter!" she screams over the line.
"Okay! Okay! I'll buy your stupid peanut butter!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Now bye." I hang up, rolling my eyes. What did I ever do to deserve her?
I start up my car driving to the nearest supermarket, knowing that if I don't have her peanut butter when I return, I will get hell from her. As quick as I can I grab two large bottles of peanut butter of the shelf, creamy and chunky, since Trina isn't very specific. And I do not want to make a second trip here.
I pay the lady at the counter, letting her keep the change and speeding back home. But still, I'm greeted with my usual: "What took you so long?"
"Trina, just take the peanut butter!" I throw the bag at her and stalk over to the kitchen pouring myself a cup of water. I gulp that down quickly and open the fridge, looking for a coke. There's no coke, however there is peanut butter.
"TRINA!" I yell.
"What?" she yells back.
"Come here!"
"What, oh," she says when she spots the peanut butter I'm holding out.
"Hehe, how did I miss that?" she asks nervously, taking the peanut butter from my hands before I can throw it at something or someone.
Too tired to argue, I plop down on the couch. My mind begins to wander back to Beck, and Jade.
"Hey Trina," I say after a while.
"Hmm?" she replies.
"What was Jade and Beck like, before I came," I ask. Trina knows about my crush on Beck. However annoying she may be, she's also the one I trust the most. At least with most things.
"They were the same, I guess Jade might have been a little nicer?" she says.
"Really? Have you heard any, I don't know, rumours about Jade?"
"Nope, oh wait! Once Cat once let slip that Jade used to be nicer and less bitchy."
"She said that?" I ask, unable to imagine Cat swearing.
"No!" she scoffs, "But I know how to read between the lines," she says smugly. I roll my eyes.
"I never knew Jade and Cat were that close."
"Oh, you didn't? They met in like kindergarten or something."
"Oh, so you mean that-Whoa, Trina!" I jumped away from the sofa. Trina suddenly turned around facing me, creamy peanut butter smeared all over her face.
"Ok, why is there peanut butter on your face?" I ask.
"It's a mask you idiot!"
"A peanut butter mask?" I clarify, scepticism dripping from each word.
"Well duh! Isn't this peanut butter?" she exclaims, making swirling motions around her face.
"A peanut butter mask?" I ask again.
"It was in this magazine!" she says picking up one of the various beauty and fashion magazines from the floor.
"Fine, fine!" I raise my arms, giving up. Living with Trina was incredibly draining. Then Trina's celphone rang.
"Could you get that Tori? I have peanut butter on my fingers!"
I sighed and reached for the phone.
It was going to be a long day.
Jade's POV:
I swear, it's like she's a freakin goddess or something. Whenever she walks into the room everyone's faces lights up, everyone's. Well, Cat doesn't really count. Her face lights up with anyone, much less Tori's. Sometimes it strikes me as impossible how she has everyone wrapped around her little finger.
"Hey guys!" she says, slipping into the seat on the other side of Beck. I throw my head back in frustration, but as usual, nobody notices. Except Beck of course, who puts an arm around my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.
"You will not believe what Trina was doing over the weekend," she paused in suspense, her fingers grasping the edge of the table "A peanut butter mask," she said. And then she leaned back and crossed her arms, waiting for everyone's response.
"A peanut butter mask? That's crazy! Don't know how you deal with her Tori." –Andre.
"My brother loves peanut butter! Once he tried covering his whole body in it. It took hours to wash it off! Especially on his hair." –Cat.
"Whoa, that girls got issues!" –Rex
"Rex! Shush! She might hear you!" –Robbie
Tori sighed dramatically, "I know, I know," and Andre patted her on her back, sympathizing.
No doubt the reaction she'd planned for.
"And what's more, she made me go around the entire town looking for the specific brand of peanut butter. And get this: we actually had it at home. God! Sometimes Trina can be so blind!" she exclaimed, reeling in more sympathetic comments.
I'm starting to think that Beck was right and coming to school was a waste of time after all. I roll my eyes in frustration, I steal a glance at Beck, he hadn't said a word the whole of lunch. He seemed distracted, playing with my hair. I gave him a glare.
His hands went straight up, 'wasn't me' written all over his face. But the moment I turned back to my coffee, I felt his fingers twirling in my hair. I grin to myself, there was just no helping that guy.
"Jade, how was your weekend?" Tori asks me suddenly, doe eyed and innocent.
"It was just fine, thanks," I smile at her sweetly, elongating the fine, making myself sound a little country.
"What about you Beck?", she turns to face my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend and I glare at her.
"Hmm?" he says looking at her, "I was with Jade," he says simply, turning back to me. I smile, a smug and satisfied smile.
I look down and realize, Beck had been braiding my hair.
"C'mon, let's go," I say picking up my books. He follows suit and we leave without any arguments.
The rest of lunch went rather peacefully, with Beck's arm around me protectively I felt like I was in a little bubble where no one could hurt me.
I drifted with him from hallway to hallway, bench to bench, the colourful swirl of the lockers a comforting background.
Until it all went crashing down.
"Jade!" someone called out, I look over my shoulder. It's Lane.
"I'm so glad I caught up to you, your dad called, said there was some family crisis. He wants to see you. He's at the office, waiting."
A/N: Yes! A clifthanger, finally! What's gonna happen next? Can't wait.
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