Hello! It's been far too long since I uploaded, and I am so very sorry. It has been in the back of my mind forever, but I was just too busy to write anything. I'm sorry once again, but I wrote this chapter, in a day, and made it long just to make up for my slow updates!Enjoy this chapter :) (The chapter takes place two months later than Chapter 9, but only because I thought it would create a better flow the story :D )
A naïve sensation, what could it possibly be? ~ Chapter 9
It had been two months since Jade and I had become an official couple, and it was great how comfortable we had become around one another. Two months was an extremely long time, especially for a high school relationship – or so I thought. As much as I liked Jade, I did realize she had a bitter attitude, and it didn't bother me, it just made me curious of why she was like that. I still hadn't gotten to ask her all the deep questions, questions about things she confused me about, but I decided that I would – soon. It was just a typical Friday, and after classes were done, I met Jade at her now scissor covered locker. While hers was dark and black, with colorful scissors, I replaced my opaque locker door with a transparent one. I walked over to her, and smiled. I was hoping that she would turn around and smile, but she ignored me, and kept pushing books into her bag.
"Jade," I prompted. She turned around, and stared at me with no expressions, "It's Friday." I told her. She shook her head slowly.
"So?" She asked, scrambling in her locker for who knows what.
"We should hang out, I found a really nice place to go." I grinned. Every Friday we went somewhere special, and we just talked, and kissed occasionally. Jade always seemed so happy on Friday's; she loved going to a different place and talking, she seemed so much more relaxed then she did in school. Usually I was as happy as her, but this Friday scared me, I wondered what was wrong with her. I stared at her a little longer, for she hadn't answered yet. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to think about what could have possibly gone wrong.
"Jade?" I asked. She turned again, her blue eyes deep in thought and somewhat sadness.
"Yeah." She said, inciting me to begin talking.
I cautioned myself, I didn't know what to expect from her once I asked what I had in my mind, "What's wrong?" I asked, and she just looked deeper into my eyes.
"Nothing." She shrugged, taking my hand and shutting her locker. She pulled me out the doors of the school, and began walking.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You tell me, you're the one who had a new place in mind." She spat. She was definitely in a bad mood; she was practically never that mean to me. I quickly took her hand a little tighter to mine, bringing myself side to side by her. She looked at me, quickly nodding, and looked back to the ground. We kept walking, until I reached my plan destination – The Park.
I stopped after we entered the small gate to the park itself, getting a confused glare from Jade.
"The park? We're not having a picnic are we?" She asked, indignation in her voice. I didn't mind her bitterness; it was a relief from all the happy performers in our school.
"No Jade, we are not going to have a picnic, but we can just walk and talk, like we always do." I said, and she nodded. We began walking, and I could still feel the tension in Jade.
"Jade, really, what's wrong?" I asked, and she looked at me, her eyes slightly watery. I was so worried now, crying always meant something was wrong, and when Jade cried, I knew something was really wrong. Although I had seen her cry before, it didn't really matter then as much as it did now, she was crying after a fine day at school, and on a Friday. She kept staring at me, and just stopped walking. We ended up sitting on the bench, and I put my hand around her.
"Beck…" She began, her eyes now not watery, but scared. I kept looking at her, "My grades…" She said, and put her head down.
"What about them? They're fine." I said, she had told me her grades recently, they were all pretty good.
"They aren't good enough." She said, suddenly looking up at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, clearly confused. She smirked sadly, and began speaking once again.
"Beck, I'm scared, my grades aren't high enough to expectations." She said, shaking her head aimlessly in thought.
"To whose expectations?" I asked.
"My dad." She answered, and put her hands on her face.
"Why?" I had nothing to say, really, I was so confused.
She looked up slowly, staring me down, hesitating, "My dad, told me, I could only keep attending this school if I could get straight A's or something, and if my grades slipped, I'm out. I've been working so hard practicing for the new school musical audition; I guess my grades dropped. I just don't want to leave…" She began shaking in my arms. I rubbed her arm soothingly, not really knowing what to say. I finally began to somewhat reassure her.
"Well, tell you're dad that you've been practicing for something else, and that you will be bring you're grades up, I'm sure he'll understand." I said, and she smirked.
"You've never even met my father, he is probably the most stubborn man you will ever meet." She shrugged, and dismissed the thought of her father, "I am just so scared." She said.
"Don't be, if you don't want to explain it to him, then I will." I said, taking her hand, and getting up so we could walk again.
"I don't think you want to do that." She said, walking with me, and staring at the sky, which was starting to set. I learned something about Jade, she loved the darkness, and when the sun began to set, she started getting excited, but she didn't seem too excited right now.
"But I'm going to." I said, nodding in assurance towards her.
"No you're not." She said.
"Jade, I need you at Hollywood Arts!" I smiled.
"I bet you'll find someone else." She smirked, her one eyebrow rising.
"I don't think I'll be able to." I said, modestly.
"Then you will just have to deal." She said.
I was beginning to enjoy this game, "What if I can't?" I asked her.
"That's not my problem, now is it?" She asked, grinning evilly.
"So, if you do leave, you're not going to miss me?" I looked at her.
"I don't know." She shrugged, letting go of my hand, and walking away. I ran up to her quickly and caught up to her.
She didn't say anything, and we just kept walking in silence.
"Beck?" She asked after five minutes of silence. I turned to look at her, and her face was masked with concern.
"Yes?" I looked at her, trying to take in her concern for something unknown.
"Do you think my dad will take me out?" She asked, miserably.
"Of course not." I assured her, or I thought so.
"Do you want me to go?" She asked, genuinely troubled.
"Of course not! Why would you even think that?" I asked, shocked.
"I don't know…" She said, although I could see in her voice she had a valid reason, and she was genuinely worried.
"Well, I don't want you to leave, and I am sure you wont." I said, and I hugged her while walking. I let her go, but she kept her head on my shoulder and we kept walking. It was a long walk, but I could Jade loosen up. I was satisfied, when it was me and her, we could easily talk to one another, although every now and then Jade would throw in a nasty snap at me, but she would find her way around an apology, of course, by me forgiving her. Everyone in school thought I was nuts, to like a girl like Jade, all dark, and mean, and different, but I liked her, a lot more than I had expected I would. It stunned me how different and unique she really was, she didn't throw empty flirts, instead empty threats, or she didn't like compliments, or giving them – she was like no other girl I had ever met, and I was lucky to have met her.
I looked at Jade, and she was staring blankly, pondering.
"What are you thinking about?" I probed, sincerely curious about what she was thinking about.
"You know that girl you were talking to, at your locker?" She questioned back.
"Yeah?" I really didn't know which girl she was talking about, too many girls came up to me, and it was a little scary - they all flirted and giggled, even when I didn't say anything, even when I told them I wasn't interested.
"Stay away from her." She said, tightening her grip on my arm.
"Why?"
"Because she's a flirt, and you should stay away from her." She said, a slight bitterness in her voice. She continued walking, her tight grip in tact.
"Okay." I said, bobbing my head slightly.
We kept walking, talking about random little things, mostly her. I loved listening to her, she had the craziest perspective, in the best way possible, but even with all these little rambles, in the back of my mind, I wondered what exactly Jade felt when she told me to stay away from that girl. I knew it, she was jealous, as much as I felt bad for her, I kind of also was amused. I didn't want to make her jealous, but it sure did assure me that she really did like me, or something like that. I smiled to myself, while she was chattering about a group of kids she had suddenly learned to dislike.
I chuckled ever so slightly at her funny stories, and soon came to the conclusion, that this was the best time we had ever had so far together.
JADE'S POV
It was great my parents extended my curfew on Friday's to nine; I had a great time with Beck. It felt so good to just tell him, and he assured me. Since he was only my first boyfriend, I'm sure I can't say he's the best, but I do know he is the best he can be. I was so lucky to have him. He made me a little soft, but not around others, but around him, and it felt great to tear down the wall of my stress and anger around him. Beck walked me home, and I cautiously went inside. My exam results were coming in the mail today, and I was extremely worried what my Dad would say. He'd probably yell, and scream, and shout, and all that. I didn't really care.
"Good Night." Beck said, and kissed me softly.
"Good Night, Beck." I replied, kissing him once again. He pulled back gently, and smiled.
"Everything will be fine." He said, his face so reassuring.
"Thanks." I said, and turned away from him. He had already begun walking back to his house, so I just rang the doorbell, preparing for what was going to happen with my father.
My mom opened the door, and smiled.
"Hi Jade." She said, touching my shoulder with her long manicured nails.
"Hey Mom." I said, smiling a little. I really did love my mom, but she really needed to learn to prioritize.
"So how'd it go with Beck?" She asked, as I began to take my combat boots off. I had totally forgotten I had told my mother about Beck, so I was a little surprised when she asked that.
"Good, really good." I said, walking into our living room, to find my father sitting on the couch, reading the one and only, my exam results. My dad was extremely picky when it came to grades, especially this, and his wasn't even a tad bit soft about them, my mom on the other hand, understood both sides, but my dad's just a bit clearer.
"So Dad…" I began, rocking slowly back and forth.
"Yes, Jadelyn?" He asked.
"What are you reading?" I asked, although I already knew.
"Your test exams." He said, finally turning his head to look at me, "Why are you wearing that much makeup?" He added.
"Because I want to." I snapped, "How'd I do on the tests?" I asked, anxious.
"Good enough to keep you in for another semester;" He said, and looked back at the picture, "Even in Math." He nodded.
"What?" I asked in disbelief, my mouth probably down to the floor.
"You did well, but I am expecting you to do better on future exams." He said, dropping the test scores, and picking up a small book. He didn't even look at me; he was probably disappointed that he now couldn't send me to private school.
"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!" I yelled, as if nothing in the world could be better. My mother chuckled, her perfect teeth flashing, while my father practically pouted, reading his book. I ran up stairs, boots in hand, jumping up on my bed, and immediately calling Beck. I dialed his number, and he picked up after only one ring.
"Beck!" I gasped.
"Jade, are you okay?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly worried.
"Beck, I can stay!" I yelled into the phone.
"You can! That's awesome!" He laughed over the phone, "I told you would." He continued.
"I am so relieved." I told him.
"I told you not to be worried, I knew you'd do fine." He said, and I could feel his grin over the phone.
Beck, Thank You so much." I said, practically in shock about how nice Beck made me.
"For what?" He asked.
"For being there for me." I said, realizing how cliché I was being.
"Hey, isn't that what boyfriends do?" he asked over the phone, causing my to laugh a little. And with that, we continued talking on the phone for another two hours.
As shocked as I was, I was so happy, happy about my luck. My luck about getting into Hollywood Arts, satisfying my father with my somewhat good grades, and most importantly Beck. It all seemed surreal, how all this could happen to a sour girl like me – but it did, and I was just too happy, calmed, that somehow everything had just turned out so great, everything was so great.
How'd you all like it? I hope you all enjoyed the more somewhat romantic scenes, or whatever you want to call them, along with a little more of Jade's father. I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm sorry for the extremely cheesy ending, I didn't really know what to write, I kind of just improvised it.
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