A/N: I would like to thank everyone for supporting me! I really enjoy writing this story and I'm even more happy that you guys enjoy reading it. I have finally finished Chapter 5 and I have already started on the ideas for six.
I had been a few days and Beck had not shown any more signs of remembering anything at all. I was starting to lose hope in him remembering me, but I had let it go almost. We had started bonding faster than we had the first time. Maybe, because Jade wasn't in the picture.
It was the strangest thing though. I had started to miss Jade and her attitude. She hadn't been hanging around any of our group. In fact, it seemed as though she was avoiding us.
I put my book in my locker and slammed it. And there was Beck. "Hey." He smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
"Hey," I responded a little hesitantly.
"You okay?" He seemed concerned.
"Yes, why do you ask?" My hand was still on the locker and I let it drop to my side.
"I don't know. You just seem…" Beck paused, leaned against the lockers, and kicked his foot up. "…a little stressed is all."
"Oh, yeah.." I looked down.
"Have lunch with me?"
"Huh?" I looked up at Beck.
"Come to lunch with me?" He sounded confused.
"Oh! Yeah!" I was happy inside for the first time in a while.
"Oh, hey! That's nice." He looked up at my locker. "You do that yourself." Happiness gone. He had helped me with my locker.
"Yeah.. uh.."
"May I?" He gestured toward the button.
"Sure!" I grinned.
I watched as the stars on my locker lit up, and the words 'make it shine' across it began to glow.
"Wow." Beck stared at the locker for a few moments with a blank look on his face. "Man, that's weird."
He turned to me. "So, how's about that lunch, miss?" He was imitating a British man, and held out his escorting arm. We walked to lunch with locked arms. When we had almost made it to the lunch area of Hollywood Arts, we passed Jade. Beck completely ignored the dropped jaw that Jade gave and looked at me and smiled like she wasn't even there.
We sat down after getting our food and we ate for a few moments with nothing to say. Beck looked at me with the confused expression again. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just this whole wreck thing has got my life all messed up." He paused for a moment. "Jade told me yesterday that we had been broken up when the wreck happened. And that she had been trying to get me back."
"It's true."
"I still can't believe I just lost all memory of you."
"Yeah, I'm starting to believe it."
"Tori, you and I… were we…?"
"What?" I half-laughed.
"Were we like dating?"
"No. Jade and you hadn't broken up for about a month and things started to get easier for you, including hanging out with me. We got a lot closer, but we didn't date or anything."
"So we've never liked kissed or anything?"
"Well…"
"Really?" He was surprised.
"Once, but it was for a scene. But there was this one time…"
"So, we did have a thing."
"No. Well, I mean, I don't know. You've always been on and off with Jade. We've never really had a chance to have a thing. I kept telling myself I wouldn't do that to Jade."
"Oh…" Beck looked down at his food.
"I thought she was my friend, but since then she's stole one of my guys and tried to turn my very best friend against me." Thinking about what Jade had done in the last few months alone was painful and made me angry.
"I feel stupid, but… who's your best friend?" Questions like these made my hope for his memory even less.
"Andre." I stopped eating and stared at my food.
"Tori, I'm so sorry." He mumbled to me.
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me; we'll rebuild a friendship. No big deal, Beck. Really."
"I'm not sorry for you... I'm sorry for me; because I forgot you, and what we might have had." I looked closely at Beck's face. He looked like he was in pain and then I saw tears begin to well up. Oh no!
"UGH!" Beck's frustrated sound echoed through the place. He slammed his fists down as he got up from the table and stormed off. I was afraid; I wasn't sure if it was something that I had done to make him angry or if he was just that frustrated with the memory thing. I wished there was something I could do.
I couldn't eat anymore; I took my food to the trash and wandered away to my locker again. I got out the book I would need for my next class and closed my locker. I began to walk in the direction of my class and suddenly someone grasped my arm. I turned around to see Jade. Her expression was murderous, which, in Jade's case, was quite normal.
"Look, Vega… Stay. Away. From Beck… or ELSE!" She squeezed my arm to an uncomfortable position and slung it away as she stormed off. I stood there for a moment stunned. For a few seconds all the things that Jade could do to me ran through my head over and over. I was terrified. What do I do now?!
