DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORiOUS. This chapter is from Jadelyn's and Beckett's POVs when mentioned.

Chapter 9

Torn Apart

After school.

Jadelyn's POV

Today was quite the day at school. I thought lunch was interesting. I mean, I had my first kiss with Beckett and it was pretty nice. I'm no expert on kisses, but I thought that first one was good.

I wonder what I'll tell my parents. I don't think they'll be pretty happy that I was kissed by a young boy. They can be hard on me sometimes. I hope they soften a bit on this. I really like Beckett and I want to be best friends with him.

After lunch we went back to class but had to sit apart. I was thinking about the kiss for pretty much the rest of the day. All I could think of was Beckett's lips on my and his warm hands holding mine, keeping me safe. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I think it's weird, but I kinda like it. I don't need to worry about finding other friends, I have Beckett and I couldn't be happier with that.

I'm walking to the house after I got off the bus stop with several kids who live on the same street that I do. Some go into their houses alone and some go inside with a friend or two. I walk home in silence and go up to my door and unlock it with my house key. I walk inside and look around. It seems quiet in here. I walk into the kitchen and find a piece of paper on the table. I walk over and pick up the note.

My parents have been leaving me notes all my life, even before I could read and write. Before I could, I didn't understand what the letters and words meant. Until then, I could only wait for them to come home. I would feed myself and some days, be all alone. They were never gone for more than a day, thankfully. The last time they disappeared for a long time was earlier this month before we moved here.

This time is pretty usual. Mommy wrote the note, saying she went shopping and should be home soon. She wants me to have a light snack and to start on my homework. I wonder when she left. I don't think she'll be home for a while. This really upsets me.

I grab a bowl of cereal for myself and eat at the kitchen table while I work on my homework. I look at the clock on the microwave, it's a little past three. I'm finding it hard to concentrate on the homework. I can only think about telling my parents about Beckett and me kissing. We only kissed twice today, but I don't know what will happen.

I hear a door open outside the kitchen. I look up, listening.

"Jadelyn, honey I'm home. Can you help please?" I hear mommy's voice call from the garage. I leap up from my chair and jog to where she is. I see her coming in from the garage with several bags of stuff. She hands me a couple of light bags and I take them back to the kitchen and put them on top of the table. She comes in and puts the rest of the bags on the table as well. She then turns and gives me a hug and kisses me on my head. I hug her back and smile when she kisses me. Then I remember that I have to tell her about Beckett and me kissing. This is gonna hurt.

"I'm glad you're home, I need to tell you something." I tell her as she lets go and we start putting away the groceries she got. She stops and gives me a weird look. I guess the way I said it got her worried. Not a good start.

"Ok. Let's put the food away first then we can talk." She replies. I nod and help her put all the food away. After that, we go into the living room and sit on the sofa next to each other. "Is everything alright, Jadelyn? You look a little upset." Yeah, so not a good start. Too late now.

"I guess you could say that. You remember Beckett, right?" I ask her. She smiles and nods.

"Yeah, did you two talk today?" she asks. OK, she doesn't seem as upset now. Hopefully I can keep her that way.

"Yes and no." I reply. She looks at me weirdly again. Oops.

"What do you mean? Did you talk or not?" She asks.

"We talked and we didn't talk." I reply. She closes her eyes and shakes her head.

"That doesn't make any sense Jadelyn." She says, sighing.

"Uh, well, we may have uh, kissed…" I say quietly, looking down. I mumble at the end and my cheeks warm up. I look up at her and she has a blank look.

"I didn't hear you sweetie. Why are you blushing? What happened?" she asks, in a lower tone. I swallow and I can feel my hands starting to sweat. Gross!

"Please don't be mad." I tell her.

"I can't be mad if I don't know what's going on." She replies.

"Beckett and I kissed." I say and I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my face in my hands.

"Um, what?" I hear her. I remove my hands and look at her, terrified. She has an upset look on her face.

"We kissed each other, during lunch. We stayed in the cafeteria during recess and talked and I heard this voice in my head, said it was my subconscious or something, and it told me to lean in. I did what it said and he did as well and we started kissing each other." I gasp out quickly. I start breathing quickly and the tears come back. I cover my face in my hands again and start crying again.

I'm waiting for her to do something. I haven't felt her trying to hug me and calm me down. I remove my hands yet again and look at her. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open. She seems to be deep in thought. Oh, I hope I'm not in trouble.

"Did he kiss you first or did you?" she finally asks. I cough a little and sniffle.

"I leaned in first and we kissed together; I started crying and he kissed me to calm me down." I tell her.

"He kissed you?!" she says loudly and I cower slightly.

"Only to calm me down!" I reply loudly as well.

"I don't care. The fact of the matter is that he kissed you when you were crying."

"I don't understand." I tell her.

"He could've been using you to get kissed." She replies.

"He's my age! Maybe older. I don't know, but he didn't use me!" I reply, standing up. I'm at eye-level with her, until she stands up too, towering over me. I shrink back a little. Gulp!

"I don't care! He kissed you and you were upset because of it."

"We kissed each other first, then he kissed me to stop me from crying!" I tell her.

"You're still in a lot of trouble, young lady!" she shouts and I cower a little, terrified. I can feel the tears coming back. But, why?!

"What did I do?!" I wail as the tears start falling from my eyes.

"You let yourself get used. Now go to your room and stay there until further notice! I'll be having words with your father." She commands and points to the stairs. I look at the stairs and back at her. Her eyes narrow. For some reason, I didn't want to listen and obey her.

"NO!" I shout at her, stomping my foot.

"NOW!" she shouts.

"NOOO!" I shout even louder. She lowers herself so that she's eye to eye with me, and she leans in very close to me so that I can see myself in her eyes. I don't blink. Mainly because I'm so scared right now that I can't move. Oh, I'm in big trouble.

"Get to your room right now." She says in a low voice.

"No." I reply and she slaps me across the face. "OW!" I groan as I hit the floor. I put my hand to my cheek carefully and moan when I touch the burning skin. I look back up at her. I've never been so terrified in my life. This is scarier than when she and daddy argued on New Year's Day and disappeared for a long time. I crawl back a little, trying keep some distance between us.

"Get to your fucking room right now, you obnoxious little shit!" she shouts, pointing at the stairs again. I don't know what those two weird words meant, but they sounded pretty bad. I don't even think about disobeying. I quickly get up and run upstairs to my room, trying to get as far away from her as I can.

I run into my room and close the door loudly and lock it. I run to my bed and bury myself into one of the pillows and start crying. My face stings from where she slapped me. I manage to stop crying after what feels like forever and I fall asleep.

I am awoken by what sounds like shouting a while later. My face is a little sore, but I can handle it. I yawn and look at my alarm clock. It's a little past seven. I guess daddy's home from work. I get up and unlock my door and slowly open it. I walk out and can hear shouting downstairs. I go to the top of the staircase and sit down putting my head on top of my knees and listen.

"…you hit her?!" I hear daddy's voice.

"I had to! She was disobeying and being obnoxious." Mommy's voice replies.

"Ok, ok, ok." Daddy's voice groaned. "What happened after that?"

"I told her to go to her room again and she ran back upstairs and hasn't been down since." Mommy's voice answered.

"Did you at least check on her to see if she was alright? You might've hurt her."

"No, I haven't seen her since she went to her room."

"Why?"

"Hey, don't make me the bad parent here! She disobeyed me and I had to set her straight!" Mommy's voice shouted.

"I'm not! I just wished you had checked up on her."

"OK, ok. What are we going to do about this situation with this boy?" mommy's voice asked calmly. I feel this strange feeling inside me and I get upset at her. 'This boy'? I think as I feel angry for some reason. That boy as you called him, mommy, is my best friend who cares for me and would never hurt me, unlike you.

"Well, first and foremost, she should be grounded for a week." Daddy's voice sighed.

"I agree."

"And I think we should talk to the boy's parents about this. We might have to get them separated. Have Jadelyn switch schools so that she doesn't see him again." Daddy suggested. Instantly, I'm full of fear and worry. They can't do that! I can't be away from Beckett! I jump up and I'm breathing heavily, trying to think of what to do. I run back downstairs and into the kitchen where they both are. Daddy's still in his business suit and mommy is wearing the same clothes from earlier and her arms are crossed. They're standing on opposite sides of the kitchen. They both turn when they see me running in. I run straight for daddy and hug him tightly.

"Please, daddy! Don't make me switch schools!" I cry into him as he hugs me back.

"Jadelyn, we have to; it's best if you don't see that boy again." He replies. I push away from him. I grab his jacket and start pulling on it.

"Please, please, please don't! I'll do anything you want! I swear I will! Just don't take me away from Beckett!" I shout at him. He calmly pulls my hands off his jacket and takes them in his hands.

"What is it with your obsession with this boy, Jadelyn?" Mommy asks me. I look at her. Why is she calling Beckett 'this boy'? I take my hands from daddies and look at her, angry.

"His name is Beckett and he's not some boy; he's my friend!" I shout at her. Mommy uncrosses her arms and puts them on her hips.

"This is why we want you to switch schools; he's a bad influence on you." Daddy says. I look at him.

"I don't understand."

"It means Beckett is making you change your behavior and your attitude." He replies.

"That's stupid! He said he would never hurt me!" I tell him.

"Did he say that before or after he kissed you?" daddy asks. I blink at him. I recall this afternoon at lunch that Beckett told me he would never hurt me, after he kissed me to calm me down.

"After." I moan and sit down on the floor. Could they be right? Is Beckett using me or influencing me as they say he is? But, why? Why? Why would he do that? He seems so kind.

"I'm so sorry Jadelyn, but we have to get you away from him."

"But, why do I have to be grounded?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Because you disobeyed your mother." He replies.

"But, she hit me and it still hurts!" I moan, pointing at her from where I'm sitting on the floor. I can barely see her behind the table.

"I told you, you hurt her." Daddy says, looking at mommy.

"You'd have done the same thing too!" Mommy replies. I stand up and look at them. They look back at me.

"I'm sorry. Don't stay mad at me." I tell them. I address mommy more as I shouted at her earlier today. She sighs.

"I'm not angry at you anymore Jadelyn. I just want what is best for you and right now that means is getting you away from Beckett." She replies. I nod and walk to her around the table and hug her and she hugs me back.

We have dinner and daddy tells us about his day. I'm not listening and I'm barely eating. I'm so caught up in thinking about Beckett using me. I don't know what to think anymore. Part of me wants to never see or hear from him again. Another part of me wants to hear his side of the story and hear what he has to say. I'm thinking of both. I imagine it'll take some time before I can get transferred out of LA Elementary. I'll talk to him tomorrow and hear what he has to say, then I'll leave it at that and never talk to him again.

I go straight to bed after barely eating anything. The last thing I think of are those kisses he and I shared today. Instead of making me happy that I'll see him again tomorrow, it causes me to cry myself to sleep.

Beckett's POV

I'm really, really nervous right now. The rest of the day went by fast after Jadelyn and I kissed during recess. The bell rang and we went back to class together holding hands. I really like her. I'll do anything for her and I won't hurt her. I promised her that.

I'm walking inside my house after walking home from the bus stop. I go to the living room and no one is there. I go into the kitchen and it too is empty. I go upstairs to where mommy has her painting room. I walk inside the open room and she is sitting on a stool facing a canvas, painting it with many colors.

"Hi, mommy." I greet as I walk in to stand beside her. She turns and smiles and gives me a one-armed hug to keep paint from getting on me.

"How was school today? Learn anything cool?" she asks, continuing with her painting.

"Just some more about colors." I reply.

"Cool. Did you talk to Jadelyn today?" she asks. I sigh. Here goes nothing.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"Something happened and I don't know what to think of it." I reply. She stops painting and turns to look at me, confused.

"What happened, Beckett?" she asks in a serious tone.

"Jadelyn and I kissed." I tell her. Her eyes go wide and she puts her painting supplies down and stands up and sits down on another chair and has me sit down with her in the other chair.

"Talk." She says. I nod.

"We pretty much ignored each other until lunch. I went to her and we talked and when recess began, we stayed in the cafeteria and talked some more. Then she started to lean in. I heard my subconscious tell me to do the same and I listened and that's when we kissed."

"And then what happened?" she pressed me to continue.

"She started crying, so I kissed her again to calm her down and it worked and we walked back to class holding hands." I finish. Mommy sighs and rubs her eyes.

"Oh, boy; this happened earlier than I would've liked." She said.

"Are you upset?" I ask the obvious.

"A little worried, actually. Why'd you kiss her when she was crying?"

"I don't know. I tried to talk to her and hug her but they weren't working, so I kissed her and that helped." I reply.

"Did you even try?"

"Yeah I tried and none of that worked except the kiss."

"I think she was playing you." She says. I give her a confused look.

"I don't understand. What do you mean by playing me?" I ask her.

"I think she cried to get you to kiss her again."

"Why would she do that?"

"To make you feel upset about making her cry."

"But why?" I ask, trying to get more.

"Let me explain. You two kissed each other together, right? Then she starts crying, making you guilty that you got her to cry. So, you kiss her to make her happy and that satisfies her and she got what shew wanted: a guilty kiss from you." She explains. I think about it.

"Why would she do that? If she wanted me to kiss her, she should've asked and I'd have kissed her." I reply.

"I think she wanted to trap into staying her friend."

"Trap me? I don't believe that! She said she liked me and wanted to be friends." I tell her. She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry Beckett, but that's what I'm getting from this."

"How do you know she was faking? What if she was really upset about it? I mean she just had to kiss me and I had to kiss her back." I ask her.

"I just do, Beckett. It really sounds like she's playing you."

"It sounds like she's playing me?" I repeat, shocked. "She's like my age! I don't think she even knows what that means or how to do that. I don't know either as well."

"Depends on what her parents taught her. Especially her mother." Mommy replies, shrugging.

"She told me that she doesn't get along with her parents very well. They've disappeared for hours on end and argued until early in the morning, scaring her. They're pretty hard on her too." I tell her.

"Now, how do you know she wasn't lying when she told you that?" Mommy asks me. My mouth drops open. How can she be so negative towards Jadelyn all of the sudden?

"Why are you being like this?" I ask her, shocked.

"I'm trying to get you to see the bigger picture and to be prepared for what's out there in the real world. There are a lot of women who trap men into being with them." She explains, sighing. That's stupid. Jadelyn's a kid; she wouldn't know about that. I think as I sigh. Then something crosses my mind. What if Mommy's trying to get me angry at Jadelyn to drive us apart?

"Are you trying to get me angry at Jadelyn to drive us apart?" I ask, voicing my thoughts. Mommy's eyes narrow and she gets this angry look on her face. Uh oh.

"Beckett James Oliver, if you even think that I would ever do that to you, then you've got another thing coming! You're grounded young man! Go to your room and stay there until I say so!" She shouts at me, causing me to whimper and cower. She stands up and points to the door, telling me silently to leave. I scramble to my feet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" I whimper. I feel tears starting to come.

"Too late; out!" she shouts. I run out of the painting room and she slams the door behind me and I run to my room and dash inside, slamming the door shut. I run to and climb into my bed and start crying. I cry myself to sleep.

I hear a knock on my door and I stir. I hear a knock again and I open my eyes.

"Yeah?" I moan. My voice is a little cracked.

"Beckett, can I come in?" Daddy's voice comes from behind the closed door. I sit up and stretch. I look at my alarm clock and it is almost eight. Wow, I've been asleep for a long time.

"Yeah." I answered. The door opens and I can see the outline of daddy in the doorway. The hall light is on so some light comes in the room, reaching my bed. I cover my eyes a little from the bright light. Daddy walks in and gently turns the light on, on its lowest setting. He comes in and sits down next to me on the bed. We sit there in silence for a while.

"Why did you say that to your mother?" he asks finally.

"Because she was being so mean about Jadelyn." I reply.

"She's trying to keep you safe, son." He says.

"I know, but-"

"There really are women like that in the real world; and your mother is trying to protect you from it. Just like my mother did when I was little." He states.

"Jadelyn's around my age! How can she possibly do those thing mommy said some women do?" I ask him. He sighs.

"I guess it starts at an early age, I don't know." He says. I moan.

"She was so helpful to me and then all of the sudden, she's against Jadelyn, all because of a little kiss."

"You're still very young, but someday, you'll understand."

"I want to understand now, daddy. I want to know if I can fix this. I don't want to hurt Jadelyn, I promised her that and you're never supposed to break promises, right?" I ask him.

"No you're not. But don't make a promise if you don't know if you can keep it." He replies. I play his words over in my head several times, trying to remember it. He's right. I don't know if I can promise not to hurt Jadelyn. And as much as it pains me, I know that I might have to break it if it turns out mommy's right.

"I'll try to remember that daddy." I tell him. He smiles and hugs me and I hug him back.

"Alright, buddy. C'mon down, dinner's ready and apologize to your mother." He orders. I nod and we stand up and leave the room. I'm still a little scared about what happened earlier today with mommy and I hope she's not mad at me still.

We go downstairs to the kitchen, where mommy is cooking something. I can't tell what it is, but it smells really good. She turns when she hears us approaching. She has a calm look on her face, which turns to anger when she sees me next to daddy.

"I thought I told you to stay in your room until I said so?" she asks me, eyeing me and daddy.

"Honey, he needs to eat." Daddy says.

"I'm cooking. He can eat in his room until I tell him he can leave." She says simply and she points up to the ceiling, telling me to go back to my room.

"I'm sorry, mommy." I tell her. She rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, just go back to your room." She orders. I sigh and look at daddy, who shrugs and I leave the kitchen and I slowly walk back to my room. Before I finish climbing the stairs, I hear daddy's voice and I stop to listen.

"Why are you being like this?" I hear him say.

"Are you kidding me? He practically accused me of trying to drive him and Jadelyn apart. I don't even know what the girl looks like. Shit, for all we know, he could've invented her." Mommy's voice answers. I think about that weird word she said in her last sentence. It didn't sound good to me. But that's not what's got me going. She thinks that I invented Jadelyn, that she's not real. I want to go back down there and tell her she's wrong, but I'll get into more trouble than I am already in.

"Does it start that young?" daddy's voice asks. Wait, is he actually listening to her? Oh, this is making me angry. I walk down the steps a little so that I can hear better, but I avoid the opening where they could spot me listening in on them.

"Yeah, I think it does. I had some childhood friends who had imaginary friends for a long time." Mommy replies. Jadelyn is not imaginary! I've held her hands, I've talked to her! I've kissed her lips! Twice! Other people have talked to her!

"If this is true, then we need to talk to him and convince him she's not real. It's not healthy. Especially if he says that they've kissed." Daddy's voice replies. Oh, that does it! I think as tears of anger leak from my eyes as I run back downstairs and charge into the kitchen. They turn to look at me. Mommy's eyes narrow dangerously.

"Get back to your room-"

"SHE'S NOT IMAGINARY!" I scream as loudly as I can. They both jump a little and look a little surprised by this. Daddy walks to me to put his hand on my shoulder but I slap his hand away. He grabs my wrist and holds it tightly and I whimper from his strong grip.

"Don't talk to us like that, young man." He says in a deep, commanding voice. I whimper some more as I try to get him to let go, but he wouldn't.

"But she's not fake; she's real!" I wail as the tears keep falling. Daddy lets go of my wrist and looks at mommy for help. She comes over to me and hugs me.

"Honey, she isn't real." She says softly.

"Why would I lie about this?" I ask her.

"You're lonely and you miss your friends from home back in Canada." She replies.

"I do miss them, but I'm not lonely. Jadelyn is real. She's been seen by teacher and other students. I'm telling the truth. Why won't you believe me?" I ask her. She looks at her husband for support. What do I have to do to show them she's real?

"Beckett, what was it like kissing Jadelyn?" he asks all of the sudden.

"Well, her lips were sweet and soft and warm and wet. She was really cute when it happened. I can't really describe it that well, but it was perfect." I reply, thinking back to today with Jadelyn and I's first kiss. I can feel her lips on mine again, just by describing it. I look back at my parents.

"I think he's telling the truth. It'll be hard for a kid his age to lie like that." Mommy says. I smile.

"I think you're right. Beckett, we're sorry if we doubted you; we're just worried about you and what may happen between Jadelyn." Daddy says.

"But what if you're both wrong and nothing will happen?" I ask.

"Can't hurt to be a little cautious sometimes. Your mother was cautious towards me when we first met." Daddy replies. Mommy nods, smiling. I don't smile back.

"I still think it's a little too much." I say.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You'll find out soon."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow and ask if she can come over after school." I tell them. They both nod at that.

"That's a good idea, Beckett." Mommy says. I nod and turn to leave.

"Where are you going?" daddy asks. I turn back.

"My room." I reply and I leave for my room. I get there and stay there until mommy calls me down for dinner. We have a late dinner of meatloaf and I go to bed afterwards. I can't help but think about what mommy and daddy were saying about Jadelyn. What if they're right? I hope they're not. I decide to try to dream about Jadelyn. It works. Kinda.

Jadelyn's POV

The next day at school, before school begins. In front of the main building.

I had the hardest time to sleep last night. I cried myself to sleep, but I kept waking up and falling asleep and waking up again. I don't think that's counted as a full night's sleep.

I woke up this morning feeling weak and very tired. I had to really fight to wake up. I had to fight more to stay up. I got up at the sound of my alarm. I walked around my room to try to stay awake and it worked somewhat. I'm still too young to have coffee.

I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Mommy and daddy were at the table, drinking coffee and eating toast. I had some toast as well and I peeled off the crust. That part's tasteless.

Mommy and daddy were talking about getting me transferred to another school close to where we live. They were really serious last night. They're separating Beckett and I, all because of a stupid kiss. I had to fight tears as they talked throughout breakfast this morning. They didn't even notice either! I ate quickly and got ready for school and stayed in my room until it was time to go.

And now here I am, in front of the main building at school, looking for Beckett. Mommy is here too, talking to the principal about all this. Mommy and I went in together to her office and they let me go so they could have 'adult conversation' as mommy put it.

I told them I was going to look for Beckett. I need to talk to him. I really hope he isn't playing me. I like him a lot. He's very nice to me. Maybe that's why mommy and daddy are worried about me; because he's nice to me. He hasn't done anything wrong though. Everything he's done so far is to make me feel safe. I mean, he waved to me when I was introduced to the class on my first day of school. He held my hand to make me feel better when we talked during recess that day. He kissed me yesterday because I was crying after I made the mistake of kissing him. Well, we kissed each other at the same time, but that's not the point. The point is, is that Beckett has made me feel a lot better since I moved here. He's so fat has done nothing to hurt me or make me feel bad. I guess that's why mommy and daddy are upset about this. But, it doesn't make any sense. All I know is that I have to find him and talk to him.

I'm walking in front of the main building, looking for him. I bump into someone when I'm not looking where I'm going. We both stumble and I feel a hand grab my arm to prevent me from falling. I straighten up and look at who I bumped into. Beckett.

We look at each other for a long time. Then together we both moved in and hugged each other tightly. We stay like this for several moments and eventually split apart. He clears his throat and motions me towards an area where we can get some privacy from the other kids arriving. We have a few minutes before class can begin.

We walk over to the area. It's a little grassy area in front of the main building but a little to the left of the drop off. We stop after a few seconds and we look at each other.

"Uh, do you want to go first?" I ask him. He sighs. He looks really upset. I'm guessing something similar happened to him last night.

"I don't know where to begin." He mutters. He's not looking at me. I think he's trying to avoid looking at me.

"Wherever you want to." I answer. He sighs and moans a little.

"My parents are not happy."

"Neither are mine. What happened with yours?" I ask.

"I told my mommy first and she says that you're playing me. Something about you trying to trap me into being with or something like that." He answers. I gasp. How can his mother even think like that?!

"I would never ever do that to you, Beckett! You must know that!" I say to him. He nods and I see tears starting to form in his eyes. I don't even know what that means!

"They even thought that I made you up. It took me a long time to tell them that you're real and not imaginary!" He moans and he starts crying. Oh no! Why did they say that? Oh the poor thing. I hug him and rub his back and he hugs me tightly and cries on my shoulder.

"It's ok. At least it's not as bad as my parents." I say. He stops crying and lifts his head from my shoulder and looks at me.

"What do you mean?" he asks, sniffling.

"Please don't feel bad; but my parents are transferring me to another school." I reply. His red eyes widen and his mouth drops in shock.

"Why?" he moans.

"They think that you're going to hurt me sometime. I told them that after you kissed me to stop my crying yesterday and your promise to me, that you'll break your promise and hurt me." I tell him.

"I would never do that, Jadelyn! You gotta believe that." He says.

"I do believe you, but they don't." I reply. "I'm really sorry Beckett. I tried but they wouldn't listen."

"This is all my fault." He groans. I shake my head.

"It's my fault too. I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place and maybe this wouldn't have happened." I tell him. He moans some more.

"But your parents shouldn't have to transfer you to another school because of it." He says.

"I know. They said that you will be a bad influence on me." I tell him. He gives me a weird look.

"I'm confused. What does that even mean?" He says. Oh that's the weird look. He's confused.

"Well, it means that you'll change my behavior and attitude." I tell him. He looks even more confused.

"I still don't really get it, but I wouldn't want to change anything about you, Jadelyn." He says and he blushes a little. My cheeks warm up a little too.

"I wouldn't want to change anything about you too, Beckett." I say. I try to smile at him, but it's hard to. He tries to as well and is also unable to.

"I still feel like this is my fault." He says.

"It isn't your fault. My parents are pretty hard on me sometimes."

"But, that doesn't make transferring you to another school right because of a stupid kiss." He says. I nod.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do. Mommy's talking to the principal about it now." I tell him. His face goes pale like mine.

"Oh boy. They're really doing it." He says slowly. I nod slowly as the bell rings. Kids start going to their classes. Beckett and I stand there for a few.

"Here, take this." I say. He looks at me as I pull out a piece of paper. This morning, I wrote my address down so that he could write to me. I take his hand and I put the folded paper in his opened hand and closed it for him.

"What is it?" he asks.

"It's my address so you can write to me. I might not be able to see you anymore, but I still want to stay in touch with you." I tell him. He smiles and tears fall from his eyes again. I start to cry too. I hug him and he hugs back, warming me up. We pull back. "It'll be alright." I tell him as I press my lips against his in a warming kiss. We kiss for a moment and break apart and walk to class.

The day only got worse from there. I was called to the principal's office not even five minutes into class. Mommy was still there. She had gotten the transfer. The principal seemed nervous. I guess it was because of what was going on between Beckett and me, which was nothing really. They make it sound like a big to do. I was told that today would be my last day and that I would start again at another school on Monday. No! I just started this week! This has got to be a record or something. After I left, the day just went downhill from there. Surprised? I'm not. I went back to class almost in tears and I saw Beckett looking so sad at me. I think he could tell I got the transfer. At lunch I told Beckett what happened in the principal's office and it broke him.

"This is all my fault." He moans after I finish telling him what went on there. Like I said before, he had a worried look on his face when I went back to class. Now, we're sitting next to each other by ourselves at a table in the cafeteria.

"This is all my fault too, don't blame all this on yourself, Beckett." I tell him, taking his hand. He squeezes and I squeeze back. He pushes his tray of untouched food away from him.

"I lost my appetite; I think I'm going to be sick." He groans.

"Don't be; it wouldn't be pretty." I joke terribly. He doesn't even chuckle. Neither do I. But he gives me a really weak smile.

"I wish there was something I could do to make this right." He states.

"I know, I do too." I reply. "Just promise that you'll write to me." I tell him, squeezing his hand again.

"I will, Jadelyn." He replies, smiling for the first time today. He leans in and kisses my cheek. The bell rings for recess and we leave the cafeteria to play together, for the first and last time. This day sucks. I thought I'd just let you know.

Beckett's POV

The next day at school, before school begins. In front of the main building.

I had a terrible time sleeping last night. I did dream about Jadelyn, yes. But, not the dreams I was hoping for. They were scary and I would wake up, moist from sweating.

I tried to get some sleep, but as I said, it was hard. I'm surprised I got any sleep at all. I woke up as my alarm started buzzing at me. I turned it off and got ready for school. I didn't leave my room, as I still had to wait for mommy to let me leave. It took her a while, and I had to pee really badly. I ran to the bathroom when she told me I could come out.

I had eggs for breakfast and barely touched them. Daddy finished them for me before he left for work. Mommy told me to grab my stuff and we left for school. She always gives me a ride to school and I needed to talk to Jadelyn about all this. My parents seem to believe me that Jadelyn is real, but I'm still grounded for being bad towards mommy. Mommy drops me off in front of the school and it is packed with kids. She says goodbye and leaves.

I walk around the front of the main building where the drop off is at, looking for Jadelyn. I'm hoping to talk to her before school can begin. I don't want to wait four hours to talk to her at lunch. We have a lot to talk about and its best if we get it started today.

I'm passing through a thick crowd of kids and I get out and bump into someone when I'm not paying attention. I quickly reach my hand out and grab the person's arm while I try to stay on my feet, as I stumbled a little. I straighten up and look up to apologize who I bumped into. It turns out to be Jadelyn.

We just stand there, not knowing what to do. Then, as if we read each other's mind, hugged each other tightly. We stay like this for several moments and eventually split apart. I clear my throat and I motion her towards an area where we can get some privacy from the other kids nearby. We have a few minutes before class can begin. We can talk more during lunch and a little after school if need be.

We walk over to the area I mentioned. It's a little grassy area in front of the main building but a little to the left of the drop off. We stop after a few seconds and we look at each other.

"Uh, do you want to go first?" She asks. I sigh. She looks really upset. I'm guessing something just as bad as me happened to her last night.

"I don't know where to begin." I mutter. I don't know why, but I'm not looking at her. I think I'm trying to avoid looking at her. She tries to look me in the eyes.

"Wherever you want to." She answers. I sigh again and moan a little.

"My parents are not happy."

"Neither are mine. What happened with yours?" she asks.

"I told my mommy first and she says that you're playing me. Something about you trying to trap me into being with or something like that." I answers. Jadelyn gasps.

"I would never ever do that to you, Beckett! You must know that!" She says in a high voice. I nod and I can feel the tears starting to form. My eyes are burning and my vision is blurring.

"They even thought that I made you up. It took me a long time to tell them that you're real and not imaginary!" I moan and I start crying. Jadelyn hugs me and softly rubs my back as I hug her back tightly and cry on her shoulder, unable to hold the tears in any longer.

"It's ok. At least it's not as bad as my parents." I hear her say. I stop crying and lift my head from her shoulder to look at her.

"What do you mean?" I ask, sniffling a little.

"Please don't feel bad; but my parents are transferring me to another school." She replies. My eyes widen and my mouth falls off my head. Wha? They can't do that! All because of a kiss?!

"Why?" I moan.

"They think that you're going to hurt me sometime. I told them that after you kissed me to stop my crying yesterday and your promise to me, that you'll break your promise and hurt me." She explains. What?

"I would never do that, Jadelyn! You gotta believe that." I say in a high voice. You gotta!

"I do believe you, but they don't." She replies. "I'm really sorry Beckett. I tried but they wouldn't listen."

"This is all my fault." I groan. She shakes her head.

"It's my fault too. I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place and maybe this wouldn't have happened." She says and I moan some more.

"But your parents shouldn't have to transfer you to another school because of it." I state.

"I know. They said that you will be a bad influence on me." She says and I give her a confused look. Uh, a bad what?

"I'm confused. What does that even mean?" I say, shaking my head a little in confusion.

"Well, it means that you'll change my behavior and attitude." She explains. I give her a more confused look. Uh…

"I still don't really get it, but I wouldn't want to change anything about you, Jadelyn." I tell her, causing my cheeks to warm up from blushing. She blushes a little as well.

"I wouldn't want to change anything about you too, Beckett." She says and tries to smile, but is unable to. I try as well, and have the same result.

"I still feel like this is my fault." I say.

"It isn't your fault. My parents are pretty hard on me sometimes."

"But, that doesn't make transferring you to another school right because of a stupid kiss." I say and she nods.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do. Mommy's talking to the principal about it now." She explains to me. I feel weak all of the sudden.

"Oh boy. They're really doing it." I say in a slow voice. She nods slowly as the bell rings. Kids start going to their classes. Jadelyn and I don't move, but just stand there looking at each other.

"Here, take this." She says, taking out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. She takes my hand and puts the folded paper in my opened hand and closed it.

"What is it?" I ask her, confused again.

"It's my address so you can write to me. I might not be able to see you anymore, but I still want to stay in touch with you." She tells me. I smile and tears fall from my eyes again. She starts to cry again too. She hugs me and I hug her back, warming her cold body up. We pull back. "It'll be alright." She tells me as she presses her lips against mine in a warming kiss. We kiss for a moment and break apart and walk to class.

You must be thinking, 'it can't possibly get worse from there.' Well, that's where you're very wrong. The day did get worse from there. A few minutes into class, Jadelyn gets called to the principal's office. My heart stops beating for a split second. I watch her as she slowly gets up and walks out of the class after the teacher told her where to go. I look at the clock to see the time when she left. I watch the clock for several minutes. Almost a quarter past 8, which is when school begins, Jadelyn walks in. Her face breaks my heart. She looks ready to cry and break down right here in class. No one seems to care about her as she slowly walks back to her seat and sits down, shaking. I care though. I watch her as she walked to her seat. I watched her when I could throughout class. Her expression remained the same. Blank and distant. Like she was here in class, but she wasn't here in class. I can't really explain it but it was hurting me to see her like this. I had half a mind to walk over to her and kiss her again and hold her. I don't care if the entire class sees. I don't care if the whole school knows. I don't care if I get into so much trouble here and at home. I just don't care. All I care about is that poor, scared, little girl sitting near me called Jadelyn.

At lunch Jadelyn tells me what happened in the principal's office and it broke me altogether. There's nothing left. It's all gone.

"This is all my fault." I moan as she tells me what went on in the principal's office. We're sitting together by ourselves at a cafeteria table.

"This is all my fault too, don't blame all this on yourself, Beckett." She tells me, taking my hand in hers. I squeeze and she squeezes back. I feel weak in my stomach and I push my tray of food away from me.

"I lost my appetite; I think I'm going to be sick." I groan yet again. I really do…ugh…

"Don't be; it wouldn't be pretty." She says in a terrible attempt to joke. I can't even chuckle at that. She doesn't either. But I give her a really weak smile.

"I wish there was something I could do to make this right." I state.

"I know, I do too." She replies. "Just promise that you'll write to me." she adds, squeezing my hand again.

"I will, Jadelyn." I tell her, smiling. The bell rings and we leave together for the playground and for the first and last time, we play together. I'll be having nightmares for a long time because of this. Because I hurt her.

Chapter 9. Comment or review plz. Right. C'mon, you can't think that this chapter doesn't deserve a review or a comment or an opinion. None of you saw this coming. Took me 5 days and 8300 words to write this.