Summary

"Don't call me 'babe' or 'baby' or 'Jay' anymore. You can call me Jade. Or West. I'd prefer the latter."

"Jade. What do you mean...?" No. This wasn't happening. She couldn't be doing this. It was a stupid silly mistake. Just...a stupid mistake that meant nothing. This didn't feel like any of our 'half a day long at most' break ups in the past.

"I mean; congratulations. You're now free to give a good dicking to any girl that crosses your path."

Set During S1E1 'Pilot'. After Beck kisses Tori in the Alphabet Improv Game, Jade doesn't just forgive and forget. Beck's going to have to work for it.

Chapter Summary

The Make Up

Authors Note

Hoo boy! The final chapter is here! I'm not totally happy with the chapter...but I can't really go too crazy with it and still have it line up with the show canon/my own canon from KWAFIBTN.

Beck's 'monologue' is, obviously, not written by me. Because I am terrible and mushy, romantic stuff. Like, genuinely awful. And big flowery speeches are not something I can stomach writing. So, instead, in fitting with the story title and chapter titles, I used another Lewis Capaldi song, which I feel is very fitting. It's called 'Bruises' and I would recommend you check it out, along with Someone You Loved (the song the title and chapter names are from) because both are Bade-Heartbreak songs and you can't convince me otherwise. The lyrics are swapped around a little and edited to make it more 'monologue' than song, and are all in italics.

Now, without futher ado; here's the final chapter of 'I Was Getting Used To Being Someone You Loved'!

To say I was nervous was an understatement. Jade had left before I had this morning (she'd actually gone up to the main house and seen my parents, my dad more than happy to drop her off early on his way to work. And I'd like to note that, even before I could drive, my dad had rarely offered to take me to school on his way to work. I swear, he likes her more than me.) which meant they both knew that she'd forgiven me and was willing to take me back - no doubt there'd be a celebration dinner tonight. She'd told me before she left at least, about how she didn't want people to know she was taking me back before I had spoken in Sikowitz's.

Last night I'd touched upon what I was planning on doing, not going into detail, but more to make sure what I had planned worked; it wasn't so much pouring out my feelings spontaneously; I was going to perform the monologue I had written , which scratched the surface of how I had felt the past week - I knew she'd prefer that; despite what she asked for, she wasn't the hugest fan of sap or mushiness, obviously; she liked it in private, when it was just us but even she realised that if I did that in public, after the fact, she'd feel uncomfortable.

So here I was, on stage with the entire class looking at me quizzically, other than Jade who watched carefully with a hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips, and Tori who looked like she'd been sucking a lemon again. I'd already spoken to Sikowitz, who thought it was a wonderful idea and seemed excited to witness 'The Reunion Of Bade!' in his own class (whatever that means). I took a deep breath and then started.

"I've been counting days since my love up and got lost on me. Every breath that I've taken since you left feels wasted on me. I've been holding on to hope that you'll come back to me, cause every word I've heard spoken since you left feels like a hollow street." It wasn't my typical monologue, and I'm pretty sure everyone had realised straight away that it had a lot more meaning behind it that just a script. I could see them out of the corner of my eye looking from me, to Jade and back. But I spoke as if it was just me and her in the room, my eyes meeting her perfect blue-grey ones and not looking away.

"I've been told to get you off my mind; but I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind." Andre and Tori were the two who were urging me to just forget her; Andre meant well, but after the first day or two, he stopped asking me to move on - because he saw how messed up this whole thing had me, with me walking around like a bipolar zombie - numb one minute, angry the next. Tori just didn't want me to get together with Jade, and not to sound big headed, but to give her a chance instead, which was ridiculous - it kind of cemented that I could never be with Tori; I had been horrible company since Jade dumped me, there was no denying it. But Tori still flirted and hinted; meaning she based her entire 'like' for me on our first two days meeting (where we spoke for a collective 20 minutes at most) and my looks, because no one in their right mind would have wanted to be with me based on my personality this past week.

"Oh lord, I need you by my side - and maybe I'm being blinded by the brighter side of us, because it's over. But there must be something in the tide. Its your love I'm lost in, and I'm tired of being so exhausted.

It's your love I'm lost in, even though I'm nothing to you now." Well, not anymore thank God. But this past week, I was sure I'd lost her for good. That she just didn't care anymore, that I'd broken her trust and her heart and she wanted nothing more to do with me. And she'd done a good job of projecting that image, even if she confessed she had been just as messed up as me by the whole thing - and I hate to think she had it worse than me; despite the fact it was my error, she had been the one humiliated and mocked and, if it was anyone other than Jade West, it would have been called bullying, how people had treated her. Yet I was somehow the sympathetic one, the one people felt bad for.

"There must be something in the water, cause every day it's getting colder. And if I could just hold you, you'd keep my head from going under." And wasn't that the truth - anyone who spent any time with me this last week would no doubt notice that I'd been spiralling in a way I never did when I was with Jade; I'd lost the chilled, cool guy personality I was known for, instead becoming a brooding, angry idiot.

But it was done now, and the class was just staring at me, then Jade, then me again, with baited breath as if they couldn't wait to watch the next episode unfold in our dramatic love life.

And Jade wouldn't want to be watched. Which is why it didn't surprise me - or Sikowitz, or Cat or Robbie or Andre - that she stood up, shouldered her bag, then grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the class and towards the janitor's closet.

Everyone probably thought we'd went to have a long discussion and would no doubt be waiting for the fall out - be it us getting back together or not. But I knew better.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other the second we managed to fall into the janitors closet, as she slammed me against the wall and devoured my mouth, her small hands gripping my shirt desperately. She pulled away with a gasp of breath and her eyes glinted in the overhead lights, unshed tears in them.

"I love you." She whispered, and the emotion in them made my heart swell.

"I love you too." I told her back, pressing kisses over her whole face; her cheeks, her temples and forehead, her nose, her eyelids and especially her lips. "I love you so fucking much."

Please let me know how you liked it! Constructive criticism more than welcome :) I have another story or two brewing, one partially written and one in my head. And a one shot that...I'm in two minds about posting as it's a little charged and deals with racism and bigotry from a very unlikable OC (Jade's grandmother). But it's also humor? So let me know if you think you'd be interested in that too!