Helloooooooo. Here I am again. I feel exhausted. I never thought that university would be so tiring. Anyway this one-shot is dedicated to strongfighter. The song I'm going to use is Welcome to my life by Simple Plan. Jade's POV for sure. Here we go! This takes place before Beck and Jade get together.

Strongfighter this is for you. Thanks for reviewing!

Welcome to my life by Simple plan

Jade's POV

He keeps following me. I just can't avoid him anymore. He keeps finding me everywhere I go. He won't ever leave me alone. Why on hell does he insist so much? Why doesn't he understand that I want to be alone? He's so annoying. I may have to stab him with my scissors or throw him off a building and…

"Jade? Oh here you are. Why are you sitting in the janitor's closet alone?" I hear his voice and I lift my head to see him getting in the closet and closing the door behind him. I roll my eyes and try to ignore him but of course he won't let me be.

"Can you leave me alone?" I ask as calm as I can aka shouting. He just frowns a little bit and shakes his head negatively. I feel like punching him but instead I just close my eyes.

"Why do you always want to be alone?" I hear him say and I open my eyes to look at me.

"It's what I always do" I answer shrugging.

"Don't you get bored sitting by yourself?"

"Do you ever feel like breaking down?" I ask him in return and I see him raising his eyebrow "Of course not. You live in your own perfect world don't you?" I say and he seems confused.

"I don't understand" he admits and I chuckle.

"Do you ever feel out of place?" I ask again and he shakes his head "Of course not. You are Beck Oliver. Everyone admires you. You fit perfectly here"

"You fit perfectly here too" he says and I roll my eyes.

"No you don't understand. You don't have the feeling like somehow you just don't belong here and that no one understands you"

"To be honest no. I don't" he says and I nod "Do you want to tell me how it feels?" he asks and I look at him. No one ever asked me how I felt. No one cared. I take a deep breath and look away.

"Why should I tell you?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I don't know… Maybe I can help you"

"I don't need help"

"Then it might make you feel better" he suggests and I think about it a little bit "I won't tell anyone" he promises and I look at the ground. After a couple of seconds I speak again.

"Do you ever want to run away?" I ask in a low voice "Do you lock yourself in your room with the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming?" I can hear my voice weak. It's the first time I admit my feelings to someone. It's hard but also needed. As he shakes his head I smile "No you don't know what it's like when nothing feels alright. You really don't know what it's like to be like me. My whole life I'm being treated like I'm garbage. My own parents hate me. Everyone hates me"

"I don't hate you" he says and I huff.

"I 'm actually surprised you don't"

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because of the way I treat you. I mean I've snapped at you like a million times. I've humiliated you like hell. I treat everyone bad. Still you are here saying you don't hate me. That's weird"

"It's true" he answers and I don't answer back.

"I appreciate your help but you can't understand me. You don't know how it feels to be hurt or to feel lost. You don't know what it means to be left out in the dark or to be kicked when you're down"

"You feel all these?" he asks and I nod "What does it feel exactly?"

"You feel like you've been pushed around. You can't do anything else but to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you"

"Maybe cause you don't let anyone save you"

"Yeah. Welcome to my life. Why should I let a stranger like you help me?"

"Because I care?"

"You think you care. You don't"

"I do" he insists and I don't answer back "So let me understand. Do you wanna be somebody else?" he asks and I frown.

"No. I wanna be me but I want to be accepted for who I really am"

"Are you sick of feeling so left out?"

"My whole life I'm being left out. Yes I'm sick of it but also I'm used to it"

"Are you desperate to find something more before your life is over?" he makes the next question. But I really don't know how to answer this one. I think about it for a second and then nod.

"Yes. I guess so"

"Then why don't you give a chance to yourself?" he asks me and I look him in the eyes.

"Are you stuck inside a world you hate?" I answer back and he looks at the floor "Are you sick of everyone around with their big fake smiles and stupid lies while deep inside you're bleeding?"

"Well to be honest yes. I know that all these people aren't true friends and hang out with me only because I'm famous in this school. I'm not stupid. I know that some of them talk bad about me behind my back" he says and I nod.

"Welcome to my life. I live this shit 14 years now. But I live it more intense than you do. Because no one ever lied straight to your face and no one ever stabbed you in the back. At least not in front of you"

"You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be ok. Some time all this hate will get bigger"

"It's not the same. Everybody always gave you what you wanted. You never had to work. It was always there. Fame. Friends. Success. You never got called a freak. You never got ignored by your parents. On the contrary they support you. They let you live your dream" I complain and he frowns.

"I'm sorry" he apologizes and I look at him surprised.

"For what? For having parents that support you?"

"For you not being appreciated when you deserve it the most"

"You shouldn't be the one to apologize"

"Someone has to do it" he says and I don't speak more. We stay there in silence. I have to admit that I feel kinda better now that I told someone all these things I've been holding inside me. When I look at him he smiles at me and I can't help the little smile that plays on my lips too.

"So how about going for a coffee?" he suggests and I smirk.

"So we're going to miss class?" I ask and he shrugs "When did you become a bad boy?" I ask and he laughs.

"Maybe I need it sometimes too" he says and extends his hand. I think about it for a second and then I let him help me get up from the ground. When we get out of the closet I go to my locker to grab my bag and then we leave together. I can sense everyone looking at us and I can't help the urge I have to look at them with raised eyebrows.

"Your fans are getting disappointed" I inform him as we get in his car.

"I think they will live" he responds and I look at him surprised. I think I kinda like him now. I mean he might be annoying as hell but he is sort of fun too.

"Wanna check out the new coffee shop in town?" he asks and I nod. Maybe I can let him be my friend. Maybe I can let him be more than a friend. Oh god what are you thinking Jade? He would never see you like that… Then why is he looking at you like that? I smirk in response and look out of the window. Maybe… Just maybe… I like him for real.

Oh god I really didn't know how to end it. Anyway I hope you like it! See ya tomorrow! Bye!