Professor Gilmore announced another bathroom break, and told everyone in class to keep reading their books. Of course most of them didn't obey, always glad their teacher had an uncontrollable vice. It was the final period before the start of Thanksgiving break. Half the students had already left campus due to early flights, and the other half was too caught up in their future plans to pay any attention to mathematics.

Tori raised her head from the table, and looked at the boy who seemed to have disappeared during the previous days. She didn't know how, and decided not to think about why he hadn't shown up to class most days or stayed outside. She would strategically walk by all of the spots he liked to be alone in, but they were always empty. When she asked André about it he would say he didn't know, and Robbie would avoid her anytime he heard the question coming.

She stared at him, resting her face on her palm. He slept over his desk, with his arms crossed and hair thrown at the same direction as his face. She raised herself on the chair, to take a peek at the notebook under him. She instantly recognized what he was working on, even though she could only see one corner of the page. Full hair with messy waves and smoke fading next to it, Pixie in all her glory.

Tori sank back on her chair, and crossed her arms annoyed. She hated how jealous she felt, and how one small fragment of a drawing could make her feel insecure. She had felt the need to be different before, and always liked the way she looked. Pixie took most of that away. She was pretty, but not in the conventional way. People would stop to look at her, almost like a work of art. While Tori felt as if she was just another pretty girl.

He shifted in his seat, and she looked away. She took out her cell-phone, deciding she needed to distract herself with anything else. She read through her last couple of texts, both from Ryder. Things hadn't been great with him either and she had yet to figure out who was to blame.

Like the last time they were together, she spent Saturday night with him and early on Sunday she was back. Tired, and worn out. Except this time they didn't fight, or go out or even had sex. They didn't even talk. She was just there, like an object out of place. Her head hurt, and she felt nauseous. He was annoyed for driving all the away to her school, so she could sit and watch TV. She said she was sorry, and as soon as he woke up she asked him to drive her back. Tori left her phone over the table, thinking about what followed that same morning.

She sat down on her friend's table, who talked about the after party while having breakfast. They mocked Robbie and André, both drank so much they ended up passing out in Pear suits. Nobody knew where they found those costumes, and managed to get inside them completely drunk. She sat down between Cat and André, and caught Beck looking at her. She ran from his gaze, being sure he also remembered what had happened between them.

She desperately looked for something to say, in a way that wouldn't hurt him so much. She opened a fake smile. "I drank so much I don't remember a thing."

Jade chuckled. "So you don't remember waking up next to Beck?"

"Yeah, what was that about?" Everyone turned their attention to Beck, who even though didn't have a lot of acting experience could put on a very convincible fake smile. He ran his fingers through his hair, and nodded his head with a shrug.

"I don't know, I just remember vodka, lots of it." They all laughed, and he kept searching for her eyes trying to see if she could keep that smile when looking at him.

"Anyway, what's everyone doing for Thanksgiving?" Cat asked and the tension instantly doubled between two of her friends.

They looked at each other surprised, but quickly broke away.

Tori started to panic. She thought about the days and how there would be just her and him, and didn't know if she was able to handle it. Not only because she would even more tempted to cross the line, but also afraid it might cause a breaking point between them. It was bad enough she let him alone in her bed, while she went away with Ryder. And even though he laughed, she could tell something felt off about him.

Beck took a deep breath as he saw the hesitation in her eyes. 'She remembers.' He thought, trying not to lose his temper. He got up and walked away in a quick pace, without turning back. He took a fresh pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and with a smirk lit the first one.

He walked towards the parking lot, sitting on the windshield and resting back. He took out his cell-phone, hoping he hadn't messed things up with two girls at once even though they were in very different ways. He checked his messages, skipping through the ones from Robbie and most his friends from the U.K.

He read the texts he sent, to make sure he didn't say anything offensive or too cold.

To: Pixie Love

I'm so sorry I left you on the phone on Friday, too many things happened and I got carried away.

To: Pixie Love

Alright I get it, you're mad. But I'm stupid and we all know that, so now can you answer me? I need my best friend back.

To: Pixie Love

Pixie you're my voice of reason, and if you keep ignoring me I might turn into an even stupider person than I am now. And I won't show you the drawing I did of you…

He rolled his eyes and thought about what else he could do. He inhaled the last of his cigarette, and laid down on his car looking up. It was the middle of the night in England, even if he sent her a message she wouldn't answer. He frowned, noticing it was quieter than usual.

'Robbie's not here.' He thought, feeling happy and yet weird at the same time. They were around each other so much his friend almost became background noise. His phone rang.

From: Pixie Love

Why are you always waking me up?! SEVEN HOURS OF DIFFERENCE GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD! You really are stupid! I'll call you when you're sleeping to see if you think it's fun… Love you, you stupid.

He let out a sigh of content, thinking at least one of the battles was over. Now he needed to figure out how to get Tori to speak, and admit what he knew was on her mind.

"Alright, let's solve on more problem!" Professor Gilmore announced, making all of the students quiet down. Tori snapped out of her thoughts, impressed at herself for being so caught up on her own life she didn't even notice him walk in. She sat back and dozed off as he wrote numbers she didn't comprehend on the board, counting the seconds until the alarm. "Have a good Thanksgiving, everybody!" He said, and students began to rush out.

She made sure to take the exact time she needed, to leave right after Beck. He walked a couple of steps ahead of her, and she quickly caught up. "So, should we start planning our Thanksgiving?" She asked, with a friendly and anxious smile. He looked down at her, thinking it wasn't the right time to let her back in. He took a cigarette out of the front pocket of his flannel shirt. He left it between his teeth, and felt her hand grip his arm. "You're smoking again?!"

"Seems like it." Was all he said, before he lit up and inhaled. He blew smoke and she waved her hand to blow it off. He ran his fingers through his hair, watching her as she turned mad. "Why do you even care?"

She closed her hands into fists, mad at him for disappearing and acting like a jerk. "I…" She looked up, and was stunned by the indifferent expression he had. "You know what? I don't."

"Good." Beck said, picking up his pace and leaving her behind.

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