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"Beck's Big Break (Part 1)"

Tori's POV

The moment we stepped into the auditorium that day, I think we all knew it was going to be bad. But I don't think any of us could've imagined it would be as horrifying as it was.

Principal Eikner and the staff had gathered the entire school in its biggest room and hired a 'specialist', as she called herself, to give a lecture on sex education. To say it was awkward would be the understatement of the century.

It had only been an hour when the middle aged, bohemian looking lecturer started her very own slideshow. It was complete with detailed diagrams of the male anatomy that she was now explaining.

"Ugh," I heard a scoff come from Jade two seats to my right and for once agreed with her distaste in the topic. Between us, a bored looking Beck glanced at her before reaching out to take her hand in his.

I looked away before either of them could notice and turned my attention to Andre, on my left. His expression was just as grossed out as I felt when I heard the woman explain what a scrotum was, and Cat, on the other side of him, was playing with her hair, acting as if she wasn't even hearing any of this.

Robbie, on the other hand, was taking notes and looking disturbingly interested. I shot him a look and he just shrugged at me, continuing his notes. I don't think things would've been as weird as they were if it weren't for the fact that Eikner seemed to think it was a good idea to have the staff sitting on the stage for 'support'.

Instead of support though, it was just eerie to have to stare at a comprehensive illustration of human anatomy then see the dismayed look on my songwriting teacher's face. So I forced myself to look away from the projector of unholy images and stare down at my fingers, chipping away at my hot pink nail polish.

"Man," I heard Andre exhale beside me and shake his head. "How are we supposed to make it through three more hours of this?"

"Tell me about it," I replied with a sigh. "At least we get to go home right after, though." I reminded him about the minimum day and he gave a slight smile.

"Which brings us to the topic I'm sure you're all excited to hear about," The woman on stage said with enthusiasm. "Sex," She made her eyes big and paused.

"Yeah!" A boy's holler rang through the silent audience, making us laugh. It was immature, but it was the funniest thing that had happened all day.

"Yes, sex is a good thing," The woman nodded and Principal Eikner looked displeased; like he'd have to pay for that statement later. "In the right situation," She continued and I went back to chipping my nail polish.

After a few minutes of tuning her out, the woman said something that caught my attention. "Oral sex," She had just announced the title of the next slide up on the screen in front of us. "Is not any safer than intercourse." She warned, but my mind had already jumped away from her.

It landed all the way on the images I'd spent weeks trying to forget. The images of Jade on her knees in front of Beck and vice versa. I crossed and uncrossed my legs uncomfortably and tried to skip to something else, but the fact that they were beside me was distracting.

I looked down at Beck's lap to see him holding Jade's hand in his on it. He was playing with her fingers with both of his hands. Like me, he was probably just finding a way to divert his attention from the horror show in front of us.

Jade was staring off at her phone, as if she didn't even notice that the hottest guy in the school, not to mention the coolest, was holding her hand like it was his favorite hobby.

I realized how creepy it was that I'm staring, but I still couldn't help it; especially when the woman was now explaining missionary sex as if none of us had ever seen an R rated movie.

It made me feel like a crazed stalker to that I thought about their relationship at all, but it was just so fascinating. Almost like a car crash or something; so weird and captivating that you can't help but look, even though you know you might regret it later.

Maybe it was because it didn't make any kind of sense to me. Every time I caught a glimpse of Jade being kind to Beck, she'd say ten other mean things to outweigh the balance.

And while Jade was all ice, Beck was the complete opposite; always inviting me to hang out with the gang and never saying rude things to any of us. I was stumped. And whenever I asked Robbie, Andre, or Cat about it, they never had much of an explanation either.

"It's just the way things are," Andre said when I asked why Beck put up with Jade; after she'd finished shouted profanities at Beck for supposedly flirting with a couple of freshmen girls. "Jade yells, Beck goes after her…then things are fine," He'd concluded with a shrug.

"She's not that bad," Cat's small voice had tried to convince me when Jade threw my salad on my lap after I said I was a fan of Justin Bieber; I was looking for just a hint of humanity in her while trying to rub the salad dressing off my jeans. "She just has really strong opinions," She'd continued. "And she hates the Biebs."

"They've been together forever," According to Robbie, even though I'd learned they only celebrated their second anniversary a few weeks ago. I'd argued that, of course, but he said that date was just for official reasons. "It's like fate, Tori. You can't fight it, no matter how hard you try."

That last conversation made me think. Robbie had said they were meant to be together, and that nothing anyone did could change that. It made me wonder. Until I couldn't take the curiosity and leaned over to Beck.

"Hey," I whispered to get his attention.

"Hmm?" He nodded towards me.

"When did you and Jade meet?"

Beck's POV

Tori's question hung out in the air while I did some of the math in my head while simultaneously wondering why she was asking.

"About…eight years ago," I said relatively assuredly. "Why?"

"Just…wondering," She said with a slow nod before looking back at the presentation up front. On stage, the sex specialist, Karen, as she asked us to call her, was just beginning to explain STDs; the whole room responding with a groan.

I glanced up at Jade, watching her scroll through something on her phone intently. Her hair was in her face, blocking my view so I reached forward to tuck it back, unintentionally getting her attention.

She looked at me inquisitively but I just shook my head lightly. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss then went back to the screen in her hand. Now, I could see the dark eyeliner over her pale green eyes as she squinted to focus.

Tori's question brought back memories. Jade and I had known each other the longest out of the group, not that Tori would know. Sitting through this assembly was torture enough, it was good to have something positive to revert to.

"Stop staring at me," Jade mumbled absentmindedly to me, really taking me back.

"Stop staring at me," She'd said eight years ago on the playground at the park. She towered over me with an annoyed expression that didn't match the her light skin and honey brown hair. "And get up."

I didn't speak, too shocked over what had just happened. I did what she said though, climbing up to my feet and ignoring the pain from the scrapes in my knees. Even standing, she was a few inches taller than me, but now I could see how pretty she was. I remember thinking she looked like the girls in the cereal commercials.

"Does that hurt?" She asked, pointing to my bloody knees. I nodded and she said, "Come with me." I watched her turn around and take a step forward but I didn't move; I didn't know her, and my mom always said not to go with strangers. "Come on," She urged when I didn't follow her. Instead of waiting, she stomped towards me and took my hand, pulling me forward.

I didn't even ask where we were going, just stared at our hands as she walked with determination. Her hand felt soft and small; I'd never held anyone's hand like this, only my parents or someone older.

When we got to my street, I started looking around more, how did she know where I lived? I stared at her, glad she couldn't see me, and noticed that she looked clean. She had on a white dress that blew in the wind and her hair hung loose in light brown waves. Other girls I'd seen around wore jeans like me and had dirt on their shoes. This girl's shoes were white and didn't have a speck on them. Where did she come from?

Just as I thought of a good question to ask, she started leading us to the house next to mine. It was the bigger one with red flowers in the front of it. I'd never seen anyone go in or come out of it, but here we were, walking up the pathway to the porch.

She turned the knob and pushed the door open, walking inside like she owned the place; I bet she lives here. At the door, she let go of my hand and I didn't take the step in with her.

"Come in," She instructed, but I could hear my mother disapproving of it already. "Stop being weird," The girl said, pulling my in by the arm and shutting the door behind me.

Inside, the place looked like she did; clean. The sofa was big and black, but it looked like no one had ever sat on it before. There were lots of paintings of strange things hung up around. The whole place reminded me of my cousin's house back in Canada, my mom always told me not to touch anything or I might break it. Good advice.

"This way," The girl took off again, and this time I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed at a chair for me to sit on while she went to a cabinet that was too high. I watched her pull out a stool and stand, reaching up to get a white box.

"What's that?" I heard my voice for the first time in a while and she didn't seem fazed. She walked over to me and opened the box, revealing bandages and other stuff like the one at my house had too.

"Sit still," She told me as she sat down on the floor, her eyes level with my legs.

"What're you gonna do?" I asked as she took out a wipey and rubbed my knee gently. I winced a bit at the pain but didn't say anything. She kept going, ignoring my question and I decided it would be better if I looked away. "Where's your mom?" I asked, looking around; my mom was usually in the kitchen.

"She's at work," The girl answered and stood up. "Done." I looked down to see both of my knees covered with band aids and noticed they didn't hurt as much.

"Thanks," I told her and she shrugged. "And thanks for before too…"

"Whatever," She said, but I didn't like that. "Why were those boys pushing you?" She asked, referring to the multiple kids at the park who had decided to mess with me.

"I don't know," I shrugged shyly. "They don't like me."

"Duh," She rolled her eyes and stood in front of me. "But why?"

"I don't know," I said again and she crossed her arms. "Because I'm new and they didn't like my hair," I answered, giving the same reasons the mean kids had given me before they started pushing me around.

"Oh," She said, looking down. "Well, that's stupid." I laughed at the way she said the word stupid and for the first time, she smiled. I didn't know it then, but that smile would be the highlight of the next eight years for me.

"Yeah, it's stupid," I nodded. "What's your name?" I finally asked and she combed her hair behind her ear.

"Jade," She spoke confidently and I stood up to offer her a handshake like my dad did. "And you?"

"Beck."

"Beck?" Jade was calling me quietly but I was lost in the past…until she elbowed my arm. "Look at this," She offered me her phone and I read slowly. "They need a male extra to play a waiter in this new movie," She explained while I read the details. "You have to do it."

"It looks great," I concluded as I finished the ad on craigslist. "Remind me to print the script page when this hell is over," I joked and she nodded. "You're the best," I told her and wished I could kiss her without drawing attention from the sex council up on stage. It would definitely be inappropriate considering the current slide on the effects of herpes.

If I couldn't kiss her now, I'd have to settle on daydreaming about kissing her like I used to. After that day at the playground, Jade and I were inseparable. We hung out everyday until her family moved a bit further away later. Even then, we spent our school days together too.

She'd introduced me to Andre, Cat, and Robbie, bringing me the closest friendships I'd had. Although she and I never called ourselves best friends, I think everyone knew that we were.

I think a part of me had always been in love with Jade. From that first day, sitting in her kitchen and wondering how someone so small could be so brave, all the way to day I told her I loved her, I was in love. Or at least a part of me was.

That part, though, remained buried until our eighth grade year. I can't pinpoint the exact moment I discovered my own feelings, I can only remember staring at Jade more often than not, and wondering when she'd gotten that pretty. It was like one day she changed from the neighbor girl I'd shyly given my first kiss to under a fort in my backyard to this whole new girl. One I wanted to kiss for real.

She didn't notice me though. Not in that way. She still punched me in the arm everytime I said something dumb, and didn't bat an eye when I spent extra time on my hair. Other girls noticed me, but I didn't want them. They weren't her.

It was around this time that boys started noticing her too. And it bothered me supremely. They always tried to get her to go out with them and she always said no…until Dennis Hoffman.

Dennis Hoffman was the heartthrob of our class. Unlike me, he lobbied for all the girls' attention and went out with almost the whole school. When he asked her out, I was completely shocked when she said yes. It surprised me that she couldn't see what a tool he was. The day after their date, though, I overheard her talking with Cat about it.

"It sucked," She was telling Cat, who was brunette at the time. "The movie was great, except he kept screaming when the chainsaw murderer killed people. I mean, hello? That's the title of the movie, how can you be shocked?"

I remember laughing at thought of the supposedly tough Dennis cringing at the fake bloody murders that took place in all the movies Jade loved.

"And the worst part," She continued. "Was at the end, he walked me home and at me door he goes, 'Can I kiss you?'" Her fake boy voice made him seem even wimpier. "I mean, what kind of boy asks if he can kiss a girl? Just do it! It was like the least romantic thing ever."

Her words gave me the courage I'd been lacking the past six years. I couldn't wait forever, I knew she wouldn't, and I would hate myself if I let her get away. So instead, I waited till later that night to walk over to her house when I had just the right amount of faith in myself.

I stormed up her driveway and knocked steadily on her door, knowing she'd be the one to answer. She opened the door in her pajamas and looked a bit surprised.

"Beck, what are you—," I'd cut her off before anything could change my mind and planted my lips on hers. She froze at first, startled, but the second I felt her hand on my cheek, I knew I had done the right thing.

It was everything I'd imagined it would be and more, full of the kind of sparks and fireworks that the best movies had led me to believe it would have. My stomach fluttered with butterflies and my cheeks were burning even as I pulled away from her lips for air.

I stared down at her, searching her eyes for something, anything telling me she felt the same flame I just had. Her prior shock was gone, replaced by a knowing expression that made me think she wasn't surprised at all. The next question she asked would be etched in my memory forever and would mark the beginning of the most important relationship I'd ever had.

"What took you so long?"

The end!

So in my mind, Beck and Jade were like the little kids from Taylor Swift's Everything Has Changed video lol

That video was too cute, I couldn't handle it

Part two will probably more episode related, this chapter was totally indulgent of my imagination : )

Oh well

I still hope you liked it : D