A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up. I had an unexpected death in my family on Memorial Day, and it has been a roller coaster of emotions for me this past week. I have had a rather hard time focusing and getting into writing, so I apologize if this chapter isn't my best. And I know that I said last chapter that the actual breakup would happen, but once I began writing a visit to Lane's office happened...and sometimes you just have to go with the flow. SO, next chapter will be the big breakup- I PROMISE!
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Jade Dumps Beck
Part Five
I throw my phone back into my purse and slam my locker door shut as hard as I can. I can't fucking believe my boyfriend! Seriously, what the hell is he thinking? I know that this stupid Alyssa Vaughn chick is in his damn yoga class. Yes, he told me he was going to take her to their class today, because there was some deal with her car. But did he have to take the bitch to Jet Brew afterwards and allow the fucking paparazzi to take pictures of them together?
I walk back out of the school and sit on the curb, picking up a couple rocks and tossing them back and forth in my hands, while waiting for Beck's ass to get to school. I see his car pull into the school parking lot, and feel my eyes narrow as I stand up, still holding a couple decent sized rocks and slowly strut towards where he parks.
"Hey, Babe. What's up?" I hear Beck ask me as he gets out of his car. "I went to Jet Brew and got you a-" he ducks quickly as the first rock I throw at him whizzes over his head. "What the fuck Jade?" he asks me, as he stands back up.
"What the hell were you doing at Jet Brew with fucking Alyssa Vaughn?" I scream at him.
"Getting you a coffee!" he replies angrily, holding up an extra large cup.
"Do you know what is on the front fucking page of Buzzfinger right now?" I ask him, and chuck the other rock that I have in my hand, getting some slight satisfaction in realizing that I made contact with his car window, and smirk when I see that a spider line crack has formed in the passenger side window of his precious car.
Beck quickly walks around his car and thrusts the cup of coffee at me. "Here," he says, then turns around and runs a fingertip along the crack I made in his window. He spins back around and gestures to his broken window. "Really Jade?"
"Yeah, really, Beck!" I respond, mocking his outrage. "Do you see me going around on 'coffee dates' with some random guy?"
"It wasn't a date! God, I even got you- my girlfriend- fucking coffee while I was there with Alyssa! I can't help it that the paparazzi ambushed us!" Beck yells at me.
"Whatever," I say, and thrust my coffee back into his arms. "Next time you decide to cheat on me and go out with some other chick, don't bother picking me up anything," I spin around and storm back inside the school.
"Jade! Wait up!" I hear Beck call after me, but I continue to ignore him and walk down the hallway.
I make a beeline for the girl's bathroom and plan on staying in there until I know Beck won't come looking for me. I lean against the bathroom door and do a quick scan to make sure all the stalls are empty, before digging out my pear phone from my purse. I think about texting Cat, but decide to dial her number instead. I just need to talk to her. To hear her stupid, ditzy, innocent voice. I need to have something in my life that can keep me grounded. My best friend is what I need right now.
Damn it, why the hell does she have to be in fucking San Diego right now?
The phone just rings and eventually goes to her voicemail, so I hang up. It's for the best, I realize, not bothering to leave a message. It would be horribly selfish of me to vent to her right now. She has enough of her own shit she is dealing with. She doesn't need to hear about my problems. I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves. I try to think of all the ridiculous things Cat would say to me to make murdering the world seem less appealing, but it isn't working. Instead I start to feel my eyes filling with tears.
Suddenly my body jerks forward as someone pushes the door open, and I literally almost fall on my face.
"Oh, sorry!" I hear Vega say realizing that she knocked into someone with the door, as she walks into the bathroom. She stops walking once she gets a good look at my face. "Jade, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, watch how hard you fling doors open!" I yell at her and walk past her, intentionally bumping into her shoulder as I march through the door and out into the hallway towards my first class of the day.
"Jade, you've been sitting in my office for thirty-five minutes, without really telling me how you feel," Lane said, leaning forward on his swivel chair, and resting his elbows on his knees, linking his hands together and setting his chin onto his fingertips. "Your mom is concerned about you. I am concerned about you. This can't be easy."
I roll my eyes and continue to snip at pieces of paper I had torn out of my notebook about ten minutes into my "therapy session" with Lane. After a quick argument about how I couldn't sit in his chair that is suspended from the ceiling (guess who won that fight) I had been swinging comfortably back and forth in said chair, playing with my scissors, while listening to him drone on and on about how I needed to find a positive way to release my feelings, and how this was a safe environment to let go and get in touch with my emotions.
"So you want to know what I am feeling?" I ask Lane, putting down my scissors and planting my feet on the ground to stop the suspended chair from moving.
"Yes Jade," Lane smiles slightly, the relief in his voice evident.
"And I can say anything I want?"
"Anything," Lane agrees.
"I think this is all a load of shit!" I shout, standing up quickly, tiny pieces of paper fluttering to the floor as they fall off my lap when I begin to pace, flailing my scissors around in my hands as I begin to rant. "The douchebag was supposed to be out of my life- locked away- for another two years! He's not. There's nothing I can do about it, and talking about how I fucking feel isn't going to change the fact that he's out, and back living down across the fucking street! You want to know how I fucking feel? I wish that someone had fucking castrated the asshole! I hope he got gang raped while in jail, so he can feel some of the fucking fear he made me feel- still makes me feel. ALL THE FUCKING TIME!" I turn to Lane, walking towards him, pointing my scissors at him. "But do you want to know what I really feel? What I really fucking wish?" I ask him calmly, leaning down to him so we are eye level in his seated position.
Lane swallows audibly and for the first time I see a hint of fear in his eyes. "What do you wish Jade?"
"I wish I didn't feel like it was my fault," I say quietly, for a moment letting my guard down. Lane's mouth opens slightly in surprise, and I take a step away from him and turn around to regroup, shocked that I let that slip out. It wasn't what I had meant to say at all. Where the fuck had that admission come from?
"Jade- you have to know, nothing that happened to you was your-"
I whip back around and stab a bottle that is sitting on the table next to Lane with my scissors, watching the light pink lotion seep out of the bottle where I pierced it with the blades of my scissors. "We are done here," I say, straighten up and walk out of the office, leaving Lane and my scissors in his damaged Wahoo Punch scented lotion bottle behind me.
A/N: I couldn't resist writing about a session between Jade and Lane. The idea intrigued me and I just could let it go. It was only going to be a couple sentences initially, but I ended up with this. I hope everyone enjoyed it! And I at least am into the episode now (Beck mentions Jade throwing a rock at him during lunch, and the session with Lane explains why Jade was missing.)
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