Jade's P.O.V:

I spend the whole night tossing and turning. Although I hate to admit it, I regretted turning down Beck's offer to go to the Full Moon Jam. Was Cat right? Should I go for this?

Giving up on the idea of getting any sleep, I roll out of bed and head to the kitchen to make myself some coffee; I might as well indulge myself in a caffeine-filled beverage to keep me awake if I'm not going to sleep anyway.

While the kettle boils, I call Cat.

"Hi, Cat."

Cat's response is a delayed one, I must have woken her up. Oh well. "...Jade?"

"Are you busy?"

"Well..." She's interrupted by a mammoth yawn. "I need to get back to slee-"

"No? Good. Let's talk."

"But I'm tired Jadey!" She wines.

Tilting my Pearphone so the microphone is as close at it can be to my lips, I holler down it. "StopCALLING ME THAT!"

"Eeek!" Finally, it seems like I have her attention.

"Just shut up and listen."

"Kay." She grumbles.

"I think you were right." I admit, albeit a little reluctantly.

"About what?"

I sigh, partly to put off answering her question. I'm admitting this part even more reluctantly. "About me wanting to date Beck."

"Yay! You should ask him to the Full Moon Jam!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because, he already asked me."

"Oh my gosh! Did you say yes?" Why is she so excited? She's not the one who Beck asked to the Full Moon Jam. Cat's somehow more excited about this than I am!

"No."

"Oh. Then just say 'yes' tomorrow."

"No! I told him 'maybe' I'd go with him, but I will look stupid if I tell him that I want to now!" Frustration creeps through me and I inhale for a few beats. She just doesn't understand.

"Jade, if he likes you, then nothing you could ever do would make you seem stupid to him. That's how love works."

Blech! Well that was sappy. Although, I hate to admit that what she said actually made sense... I think. Since when does Cat ever make sense anyway? However, I wouldn't exactly call this 'love' and I feel the need to correct Cat on that.

"Cat, this isn't 'love', it's just... well I don't know what it is - but it can't be 'love'. You have to actually date a person for a while to be able to say you love them. Right, Cat? Cat?"

The sound of Cat's annoying - yet, admittedly, sort of adorable snoring - fills my phone.

At least someone's able to get some sleep around here. I end the call and walk groggily over to the kettle when I stop in my tracks.

Since when do I ever ask Cat for advice? This night's getting stranger and stranger.

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Beck's P.O.V:

I rearrange my books and stationary in my locker, as I ready myself for the usual group of girls I am greeted with every morning, but actually, the hallway is unusually silent this morning. There's not a single girl in the corridor. Except one. As I realise who it is, I also realise why there's barely anyone in the hallway. It's Jade.

I notice that her hair is slightly unkempt and I can see dark circles under her eyes creeping out from underneath her concealer, but I can't help but still think she's the most bewitchingly beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She's walking over to me, which is kind of weird, because usually I'm the one who approaches her.

"Hey, Oliver."

"Hey... West?"

Jade lets out a half laugh, but then a flicker of panic flashes across her face. She quickly regains her confidence and breaks the awkward silence between us.

"So, um, is that offer for the Full Moon Jam still available?"

"Uh - yeah! Of cour-"

"You know, I just thought that I might as well since I have nothing better to do Friday night."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it."

"You'll pick me up at six-forty-five. And that's not a question, it's an order." Her hands are on her hips, in an attempt to act intimidating and assertive, I assume, but I can't help but think it makes her look adorable.

"Okay then. Six-forty-five it is." I agree as I smile at her.

Just then the bell rings for the start of classes.

"I better go." I say. "See you later."

"You do know we're in the same class, right?"

I laugh at myself. "Yeah, I know."

"You're walking me to class then?"

"Let me guess: that's an order, not a question?" I playfully ask as I hold my arm for her to take.

She links her arm with mine and rolls her eyes playfully. "Whatever."

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It takes me about an hour to get ready for my date with Jade. Shamefully, the majority of that time is spent tending to my hair. Even though I do care a bit more about my appearance than most of the guys I know do, I don't normally take this long. Now that I think about it, I have never cared this much about a date before, and I think it is making me slightly self-conscious.

Finally tearing myself away from my mirror, I head out of my house, waving goodbye to my parents eager to pick up Jade; besides, I feel that if I don't arrive at hers six-forty-five sharp, she's going to bite my head off. However, it's going to be harder than I thought since my Mom is pestering me to let her take a 'first-high-school-showcase-photo'.

"Mom, it's just a school showcase. I'm not even performing. It's not a big deal." I argue.

"But it's your first high school showcase." She counter-argues. "Now smile for the camera!"

Shaking my head, I give in and smile.

"How could any girl not fall for that charming smile of yours right away?" My Mum wonders aloud bemusedly, half to me and half to herself. "Your date said no the first time you asked her!"

"Well, I might not have a date if I don't pick her up!" I reason, in an attempt to escape her maternal grasp.

"Let him go Alyssa. If you keep snapping photos of him he'll miss the whole dance!" My Dad jokes.

Fortunately, my Mum folds. "Alright, alright! Now, you have a good time tonight, Beck."

Before she has time to ask if she can take just one more photo - which I know she will - I'm already halfway out the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad!"

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Jade's P.O.V:

I curse as my hair straightening-iron burns my skin. I don't particularly like having my hair straightened, but I thought I'd try something different. I don't know, maybe I'm trying to impress Beck or something ridiculous like that. It burns me again, so I chuck them onto my bed in frustration and suck my finger to dull the pain. I'm about to throw it out of my window when I notice the time - six-forty-two. Beck's going to be here any minute!

I race down the stairs, almost tripping as I do so, and I come to a dead halt right before the door, my nose just skimming it. As I wait, I wonder if I'm going to open the door as fast as I can when he comes, or do I make him wait; I don't want to seem too eager, but I don't want to act like I don't care enough that we're even going together. There's a knock at the door. Beck's here. Before I even know what I'm doing, my hand lunges for the handle, turns it, and I'm met with a pair of wide, honey brown eyes and a smile just as wide.

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Beck's P.O.V.

My hands grip so tightly on the steering I think I'm actually making dent marks in my hands. I think I'm even sweating a bit. I don't understand why I'm so nervous; it's not like this is my first date. Maybe it's because this is the first time I hang out with a girl who isn't a complete bimbo. Jade actually appreciates me for who I am, not just because of my looks. Well, I hope anyway.

Now I think of it, maybe I should've gotten her a rose or corsage- yeesh, I'm acting as if I'm taking her to the prom. My friends would be so surprised if they knew how I'm feeling; I may rarely show my emotions, but that doesn't mean I don't feel them.

I feel them like hell. I'm just better at hiding them than most people.

I pull up to Jade's house and knock on her front door. Almost immediately the door swings open and I'm greeted with the alluring sight that is Jade. Her long, straightened, russet hair is streaked with platinum blonde; she's wearing black jeggings, a black cold-shoulder top adorned with faux diamonds and black lace, and black combat boots.

She looks breath-taking.

It takes all my strength not to stand there gawping at her like an idiot. Although, it looks like that ship has already sailed because she suddenly asks, "What? Do I look horrible or something?" I think she may have taken my staring in the wrong way.

I can't help but grin. How can she not already know she looks gorgeous? "You look amazing."

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A/N: I bet you're thinking oh, wow, Enchantix6789 named this chapter after a song Liz Gillies sang in 13 the Musical. Actually I didn't. I didn't even know that the song existed at the time - it was just a happy accident. Anyway, please review and have a nice day. :-)