I Was Getting Used To Being Someone You Loved Chapter 1, a victorious fanfic

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.

Authors Note

So, this kind of fits into my 'Stage Fighting/Kiss With A Fist' based universe, as this break up is mentioned. So it's kind of like a prequel, yanno? You don't need to have read 'Kiss With A Fist Is Better Than None' to understand this, but if you survive this and fancy reading more of my works, go for it :)

I always had an issue that Beck seemed to face no repercussions for kissing Tori, and most fanfictions I read about it have Jade forgive him after one conversation and some flowery words; and no hate on that! They're cute and fluffy and some of my fave stories. But I like to be different I guess!

Title and Chapter Titles are from 'Someone You Loved' by Lewis Capaldi.

"It didn't mean anything! It was just a stage kiss!" I exclaimed as I followed my angryfuriouscatacylsmic girlfriend along the near empty corridors of the school, towards the lockers.

"No Beck. A stage kiss is scripted. It's written down. It's not in a fucking alphabet improv game."

"What was I meant to do!?" Ok yes. I fucked up. I shouldn't have done it. It was stupid. But it wasn't like it meant anything. It was just...to teach a lesson. Jade couldn't go around pouring iced coffee on people!

"How about you just stopped at 'Little Weird' and didn't kiss another girl randomly in front of your girlfriend while everyone cheers? Or would that be too much to ask for?"

"I couldn't just embarrass her like that Jade! She would have felt awful-"

"Oh. Oh my god. Seriously Beck?" Her voice sounds like it's on the brink of either laughter or tears. Or both. I can't tell, as she has her back to me. "So you don't want to embarrass some girl you literally met yesterday."

"Exactly-"

"But it's perfectly fine to embarrass the girl you've been dating for almost 2 years and claim to love?"

"Claim?! Jade, I do love you-" Shit. I hadn't fucking thought. It's sometimes so hard to remember that Jade has...well, emotions other than angry, horny and vindictive. And that sounds terrible because I knowknowknow she has other emotions. She's soft when we're alone. She laughs and giggles and tells fantastic stories in a soft voice as we lay in bed drifting off to sleep. She does silly voices to make her friends laugh.

And she has a ridiculously low self-esteem for someone so gorgeous. Of course, she was embarrassed. And I didn't even fucking think. I know she has issues with jealousy, with girls constantly hitting on me. With people thinking I'm too good for her, that I should be with a pretty and sweet girl. And I pretty much did the worst thing I could do to her. I kissed another girl, who was exactly the type of girl everyone thought I should date. And publicly humiliated her.

"Oh sure. You love me. That was really obvious back there, you dick. I'm sure Vega could feel just how much you love me when she stuck her tongue in your mouth."

"Jade, baby, please! It didn't mean anything-"

"Yes it did! You did it for one of two reasons: one, you thought cheating on me directly in front of me is a perfectly acceptable thing to do, so long as you have the flimsy excuse of 'it's acting!'. Or two, you want to fuck Vega." She snarled rolling her eyes as she pulled her locker open violently. "Guess what? Neither make your girlfriend feel all too good."

"I would never cheat on you-" a scoff interrupted my words. In her mind, I already had. "And I don't care about Tori Vega. I promise, baby."

"Either way, whatever. Don't worry about it."

(I focused on her words instead of her tone of voice which is just deadcoldemotionless. I shouldn't have.)

"Really? Babe I'm-"

"Don't call me that."

I stare at her in confusion.

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

"I mean; congratulations. You're now free to give a good dicking to any girl that crosses your path." She let out a brittle laugh that's like ice and daggers and boots stomping over shattered mirrors and shoves her books in her bag, haphazardly and violently, ripping pages and bending spines. Her bright blue grey eyes (how can something the colour of a storm be so pretty) spot something across the hall. "Hey Vega!"

I look to the side and there's the root of this problem, looking for all the world like she's totally innocent in this when she's really not. And for a second, I think Jade'll fly at her like an angry cat and claw at her and then it'll all be back to normal.

"I don't know if making out with a single guy has the same appeal as making out with a guy in a relationship, but go nuts. Enjoy my used goods, you Herpes riddled skank." She smirked, slamming her locker shut and I feel utterly cold inside as I process what she's saying. I didn't even care that Tori looked like she was about to cry at such a nasty name.

"Jade please, you can't be serious..."

"Oh I'm deadly serious Oliver. Hope she's worth it. Make sure to wear a rubber." With a glare that doesn't even begin to hide the hurt and shame and betrayal. "And to think. I thought you weren't like my dad. Turns out you're just the same." And with that final parting shot, she turns on her heel and breezes out the door.

School wasn't even over yet. But I had hurt her so badly, that she didn't even care about skipping (and regardless of her bad-girl attitude and clothing, Jade never skipped classes if she could help it - the only reason her dad let her come to HA was if she kept up a near flawless GPA in any academic classes). My feet felt glued to the tacky linoleum of the school hallway and I didn't even care that people were staring and whispering.

I had just lost the best thing I ever had.

I stood there for who knows how long, until I saw Andre, Cat, Robbie and Tori come towards me.

"You OK man? You've just been zoning out for the last 5 minutes." Andre raised his eyebrows, glancing at Jade's scissor covered locker. "Jade kinda pissed huh? She shouted some pretty hurtful stuff..." Here he glanced at Tori with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"She broke up with me." I managed to mutter, still not taking my eyes off the doors that my girlfriend (ex-girlfriend) had stormed out of.

"Are you kidding?" Robbie said through his stupid fucking puppet, Rex. "That girl's obsessed with you. She probably just wants the attention."

I shook my head and looked away from the doors finally, glancing down at Cat, one of the few people who would get the weight behind what I said next. "She said I was the same as her father."

As predicted, the tiny little redheads eyes widened in shock and she whipped her head around to look at the door. "Where did she go?!"

"She left. Just...she just left."

Cat inhaled and, in a speed I never knew she had, bolted out of the doors, not even bothering to give a reason to the others, leaving me to deal with them. Which I really didn't want to do right now.

"What's the big deal? So she said you were like her dad." One of Tori's eyebrows raised and, I know it wasn't really fair to get mad at her but inside I couldn't help it. If she hadn't said 'Kiss Me', none of this would have happened. She knew what she was doing, she wanted revenge. But I was the real idiot, who let her use me to do it.

"It's a big deal because Jade hates her dad." Robbie replied quietly, looking down at his feet. Sometimes I forget that Robbie has known Jade even longer than Cat - Jades mom used to be neighbours with the Shapiro's when Jade was growing up, so mandated play dates had been a thing since they were toddlers. Until Jade was 12, she'd called Robbie's parents 'Auntie and Uncle' even though she was never that close with Robbie. Robbie's parents were probably the closest thing to real parents she ever had. But it also cemented a wall between Robbie and Jade; his parents adored Jade and they seemed to only tolerate their actual son.

"Shit...so this isn't just your 30 minute break ups..." Andre asked, his face becoming dead serious. Tori seemed to be the only one who didn't seem to realise the magnitude of what happened.

"I need to go after her. Explain that it was just a stupid mistake and didn't mean anything..." I vaguely registered the somewhat distraught look on Tori's face when I said that, but honestly couldn't care less. I just had to find Jade and repeat over and over that it didn't mean a thing, that Tori didn't mean a thing to me. I needed to beg for her to forgive me, to take me back, to not throw almost two years away over a stupid mistake I should never had made. I would buy her coffee every day for a year. I'd buy her new scissors, hell, I'd find a shop and buy out their entire supply of scissors.

"What about classes?!"

"I don't care Tori. My girlfriend just left me. I need to try and find her." I snapped, and for the third time in under 15 minutes, another student left Hollywood Arts early, and the second one to run at full speed.

I hadn't found her. I drove around all day, from the second I left school until 8pm, not eating or stopping for anything. I went to her house, all the coffee shops she loved, the Slauson Super Mall, which she favoured over West Hollywood Gateway or any of the many Beverly Hills malls closer to her home. I went to the park near her house, then the one near mine in West Hollywood. I drove around every place I could think of and didn't see a single clue as to where she might have been - she hadn't even been into the coffee shops or any of her regular shops in Slauson - the baristas and sales assistants knew her by this point, and hadn't seen her.

I was finally calming down though. Yes, this was the worst break up we'd had in our entire relationship. But we could work it out. Two years and so many 'firsts' together, it couldn't be gone just because of one stupid mistake right?

I pulled up to my house, in front of my RV, intent on calling and texting her until she replied or answered. But as I got out of my car, I noticed that my RV door was slightly ajar. I assumed it was my dad again, who sometimes liked to nap in the RV when my mom was being loud in the house, but when I entered, my stomach dropped out.

My first thought was that I'd been robbed. There was so much stuff missing, empty spaces on all of the flat surfaces. Then I realised. All of my stuff was still there. My TV and DVD player, my laptop, my guitar. All stuff that would have been taken if it was a robbery.

But there was nothing left of Jade. I practically tripped in my haste to rip open my wardrobe and let out a low moan at what greeted me.

Empty hangers, where all of Jades dresses and jackets had been. Ripping open the top two drawers only exposed the chipboard lining and the faint smell of vanilla and coffee, all her carefully folded shirts and jeans and jumpers gone, even all her panties, bras and socks, all the stuff she left for when she stayed over. The chunky rings and bracelets and necklaces were gone from the little jewellery tree thing I'd bought her after three beaded bracelets had been crushed under my boots. Her back up make up was gone from the small bathroom cabinet (that only had a razor and shaving foam for me, the rest had been filled with her hair products and cosmetics), the bright blue hair extensions she had washed the night before gone from the shower curtain pole where they had been hung to dry.

I couldn't help but collapse back onto my bed, utterly numb and unable to process anything other than the repeating words in my head.

She's gone. She's gone. She's gone.