"In a shocking turn of events, it appears that the honeymoon period is over for teen couple as Oliver is pictured cosying up to a blonde. Only a few weeks before the biggest awards ceremony of the year, it seems that two of the hot favourites are no longer happy in their relationship. When Tori Vega, 18, left the city this weekend to see family, Beck Oliver, her boyfriend both on and off screen, took the opportunity to go out and party.

He was pictured arriving at a club in Hollywood at 10 o'clock, but left less than an hour later with his arm around an unnamed blonde. They were later seen at three different venues, and inside the last, Oliver and the blonde could be seen in the corner, looking very close indeed. Oliver returned home to the apartment he shares with Vega alone that night, but reports suggest that they exchanged numbers and plan to meet up again. Is his relationship with Tori over or has he got something to hide?"

I am at home alone; Beck is at a meeting with the cast of 'Virals'. I get a message from Cat with a link to an article attached, and I flash it up, scanning it quickly. My eyes widen and I scroll through it, looking for the pictures. I zoom in on them, trying to prove to myself that it isn't Beck, that he would never do that to me, but his face is clear and there is no doubt. Beck has cheated on me.

I just sit for a while, unsure of what to do with myself. Cat and André both text me, and even Jade tries to call, but I ignore everything until Beck's picture flashes up. I reject the call and shoot out an icy text, reading 'Don't come home tonight.' before running upstairs and pulling out a suitcase. I go to his wardrobe and start throwing clothes into it, finding all his least favourite stuff and shoving it into the bag. I pack his toiletries, everything I can think he could possibly need, and place the bag just outside the front door, slamming it hard and collapsing on the sofa, sobbing.

Around an hour later, there is a tentative knock at the door. "Victoria," Beck says, and I snarl, "Victoria, you have to let me explain, baby please."

"Fuck off," I shout, "Go away. I'm not letting you in!"

"Babe, they got it all wrong," he says, "You have to let me show you the pictures!"

"I saw them!" I yell, "I saw you hugging her and kissing her and touching her! How dare you?! If you didn't want to be my boyfriend anymore, why didn't you just dump me?!"

"I do!" he shouts angrily, "Of course I still want to be your boyfriend! I love you! Let me in, just let me explain!"

"I'm such an idiot," I say, starting to cry again, "You did it to Jade, why did I think it would be any different with me?"

"What the fuck does that mean?" he snaps, "You think I'm a cheater?! I wasn't with Jade when I slept with you!"

"Yes, but you knew you were gonna get back with her!" I reply, "You slept with me and you lied about it and you did it twice!"

"That was totally different!" he says furiously, "I didn't cheat on Jade, first of all, because we weren't together. The first time I was unbelievably out of it and the second time, I had no intention of getting back with her. Secondly, my relationship with Jade wasn't a happy one! We fought all the time, we didn't trust each other, and we didn't get on. You and me, Victoria, we've never had any problems, we've always been so happy, because we bring out the best in each other! Please just let me in and I'll explain."

"You can explain from out there," I snap, "And don't call me Victoria."

"Tori, that girl, that blonde girl was my cousin," he says, "I haven't seen her in months and i met up with her and she was only in town that night so I agreed to go round the clubs with her. We were in the corner of the club because we were catching up, and it looked like I was kissing her hair because I was whispering in her ear because it was so loud."

"Really, Beck?" I snap, "That's the best you could do?"

"Call Jade," he insists, "She's met her, she'll tell you."

"Fine, I will," I reply, dialling Jade's number, "Jade?"

"Tori!" she says, sighing with relief, "Thank God, I've been trying to get hold of you for hours. It's his cousin, okay? She's called Annie, I've met her and she's sickening lovely, just your type of person. I'm sure you'd really like her. He did not cheat on you."

"You promise?" I say, brushing away the tears, "Beck didn't tell you to say all that, did he?"

"Why would I do anything for Beck?" she says, "It's true, I swear."

"Why are you helping us though?" I ask, "You hate me and Beck broke up with you."

"Because you two seem really happy together," she says, "And if something is going to ruin your relationship, I don't want it to be an idiot journalist."

"Wow," I say breathlessly, "Thank you, Jade, really."

"We're even now," she says sharply, "You let me crash on your couch, and I saved your relationship. I don't owe you anything anymore."

"Agreed," I say, "I'll see you soon."

"Whatever," she says, hanging up, and I turn back to the door.

"Well?" Beck asks, "Do you believe me now?"

"What were you even doing at that club?" I ask sharply and I can practically see him rolling his eyes.

"I know the owner," he replies calmly, "I borrowed a pair of his headphones and I wanted to give them back. I went in the back way, I didn't think any cameras had seen me, and then when I was in the bar having a drink with him, I saw Annie. Do you wanna call him as well?"

"No," I say, "I believe you." I unlock the door and let him in, bursting into tears again as he pulls me into a hug, kissing my hair, and whispering, "I love you so much."

"Can you forgive me?" I ask tearfully, "I'm so sorry I didn't trust you."

"Of course I forgive you," he says, holding my shoulders, "I'm sad that you think I would cheat on you, but I understand that the pictures look bad. I'm also sad that you think I'd cheat on you because of the way we got together. You have to understand that my relationship with Jade is completely different to my relationship with you?"

"You were going out with Jade for two years," I reply, "You really telling me that you were never happy with Jade? Why did you go out with her then?"

"I was happy with her," he says honestly, "for about a month. After that, we started fighting and we never really stopped until we broke up. Some periods were better than others, we could go months without actually fighting, but it was never solid. Jade isn't the easiest person to get on with, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I laugh ruefully.

He leans down, brushing the tears off my cheeks, and murmurs, "Victoria, with the exception of this, I've never fought with you in the 9 months we've been together. You make it so easy to be happy. Please don't let some reporter and my cousin ruin what we've got going because I think it's really great."

"I know it is," I reply.

"I love you so much," he whispers, "Please forgive me."

"Of course I forgive you," I say, echoing his words, "I love you."

"Can I…can I kiss you?" he says hesitantly and I burst into tears all over again, "Oh my God, Tor, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross a line." He backs away but I catch his wrist, pulling him back to me.

"You didn't cross a line," I say, "but this thing has ruined our whole relationship. You never used to ask if you could kiss me! I just want everything to go back to normal but-" He cuts me off, crushing his lips down on mine, and pulls me even closer to him, hugging me tightly.

"Nothing has changed," he promises. "I love you so much and I will never ask if I can kiss you again." He kisses me again and then he pulls away, tugging out his phone.

"What are you doing?" I ask and he frowns.

"First of all, I'm going to call my agent and release a statement," he replies, "Then I'm going to call my lawyer."

"I might just tweet something," I shrug, "Did you bring your bags in by the way?"

"Yes," he frowns, "Didn't take you long, did it?"

"It's not even all your stuff," I chuckle, "It's just the clothes you like least." He raises an eyebrow and I blush. "I was very angry?" I say and he nods understandingly.

"Don't worry baby," he says, stroking my hair, "We'll fix this, I promise."

"Less than two days after pictures were published in US Weekly of Beck Oliver in a nightclub getting close to a mystery blonde, news comes that he has launched a lawsuit against the magazine, accusing them of defamation and suing them for damages. He also released a statement fiercely denying the allegations, and when we spoke to him, he had this to say:

'I categorically deny any allegations that I was unfaithful. The girl in question was a member of my family and the events of that night I have explained in full to my girlfriend. I am grateful that my relationship was strong enough to survive this; however, these pictures caused both my girlfriend and myself a considerable amount of unnecessary pain which could have been avoided if I was approached in regard to them.'

Girlfriend Tori Vega also spoke out against these rumours, this time on Twitter, tweeting 'BECK DID NOT CHEAT ON ME. BLONDE WAS HIS COUSIN. WE LOVE EACH OTHER. RELATIONSHIP REMAINS STRONG.'

Despite this, pictures now show what truly happened on the day the article was published. Vega was pictured at approximately 1 o'clock, placing bags outside her front door. Oliver arrived home at about 2 o'clock and stood outside her door for over half an hour trying to persuade her to let him in. When Vega finally opened the door, she was red-eyed and looked heartbroken; however, it appears that his story stood up as the couple were next pictured at dinner together, looking very cosy.

According to sources close to the couple, however, the tensions run much deeper than these allegations. 'Tori is always on edge,' he said, 'They got together while he was still with his last girlfriend, so she has every reason to expect that he'll do the same to her. The reason she was so angry when she heard was because she expected it all along – she was angry with herself as much as she was angry with him.'

Information about how this couple first got together is thin on the ground, but the suggestion that Tori was in fact an affair for Oliver is a surprising one."

"I'm gonna go to sleep," I say, putting my phone down on the bedside table.

"Okay," he says, "I just wanna finish this."

"How long have you got left?" I ask, glancing at the cover and smirking; Code is the third of the series and has the biggest plot twist by far.

"About a third," he says and I raise an eyebrow, "I know, I know, but I can't put it down."

"You will just die when you get to the end," I say, "I cried so much."

"I don't actually die?!" he gapes, "Because I refuse to finish this book if I'm gonna die."

"No, you don't die," I laugh, "Just keep reading. I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you," he whispers, "Sleep well."

"Love you too," I say, switching off my lamp and rolling over to lie on my side. I fall asleep quite quickly and that's the last thing I know until I am rudely awakened. I groan, shaking his hand off my shoulder, and click my phone. It's 3 o'clock in the morning, and I roll over, asking, "Why are you waking me up?"

"Why would he do that?" Beck says tearfully.

"What are you talking about?" I say, rubbing my eyes, "Who did what now?"

"Ben!" Beck says, "Ben working with the Gamesmaster! How could he do that?!"

"Oh," I laugh, "I know, it's awful, right? And so heart-breaking as well, because he just did it for her."

"I know," he says, wiping his eyes, "At least he finally told her how he was feeling."

"Yeah, I suppose so," I say, sitting up, "Come here, it's okay." I hug him tightly, wiping the tears off his cheeks, "You're not much of a guy really, are you?"

"Excuse me!" he objects, "I have a very deep personal connection to this character and it hurts me when he gets hurt."

"I understand," I laugh, "I told you, I cried too. It was good though, right? A really good twist."

"Yes," he agrees, "And I'm so excited to film this one, that's some real character development then."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I say, "You've gotta make this one first and we're only a few weeks into it."

"We're filming the first scene of actually being Viral tomorrow," he says, "I'm actually so excited."

"How do you like Lizzie Riley?" I ask, "I think she's doing a good job."

"She's very like Tory," he replies, "She's a lot of fun too – I think as a foursome, we get on very well."

"Jackson said she's seeing Parker?" I say, "I don't blame her, to be honest, he is so good-looking."

"Yeah, well, she's known him since she was 13," he explains, "She's the one who got him the job as Chance in the first place."

"Oh, I see," I begin to reply, but Beck cuts me off.

"What do you mean, he's good-looking?" he objects, "Do you think he's better looking than me?"

"Are you feeling insecure?" I tease, grabbing his chin and pulling him into a kiss, "Baby, nobody is better looking than you - you're exactly my type and I love you."

"I love you more," he says, "Anyway, what was your point?"

"Only that we could go out for dinner with them?" I suggest, "A double date sort of thing?"

"Okay," he nods, "I'll ask them tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep though – I'm sorry I woke you."

"I'm glad you did," I reply, "It's nice to see you show some weakness, even if it is for a book character."

"Alright," he chuckles, "Night, Victoria."

"Night." He leans over, turning off the light, and then pulls me close to him, settling down to sleep.

"Hey, Tori," Lizzie says, "Beck says we're going out for dinner on Saturday?"

"Yeah, if you want to," I say brightly, "I thought it might be nice for us all to get to know each other a bit better – you can bring Parker?"

"Sure, that'd be nice," she replies, "Are you sure you're gonna be able to this weekend? Aren't you too busy?"

"No," I promise, "We've got an Oscars dinner on Friday night and then the ceremony is on Sunday. Our agent said we need to be pictured out on Saturday so we thought we might as well take the opportunity to do something we actually want to do."

"Sure thing," Lizzie says, "I saw your film by the way."

"Oh really?" I say, "What did you think?"

"When I was a kid, I always wanted to play Juliet," she confesses, "In a school play or whatever. I guess every girl does at some point, and you did it, and you did us so proud. It was just amazing. I hope you win."

"Thank you," I blush, "I hope Beck wins to be honest. I think he deserves it, putting it up with me on that shoot."

"Do you think he'll take it?" she asks, sitting down beside me.

"He has a good shot," I reply, "All the reports suggest that the Americans favour him and the British favour Leonardo DiCaprio; however, he's never won an Oscar and people think this might be the year he takes it."

"Have you met him?" she asks, clearly interested.

"Beck has," I explain, "They met after Leo won the BAFTA – that's when he invited us to his after party."

"Shut up!" Lizzie gapes, "You're going to Leonardo DiCaprio's Oscars after party?"

"Yeah," I chuckle, "I can't believe it either. That's why we're not shooting on Monday – there's no way either of us will be in any fit state to film anything then."

"Lizzie!" Beck shouts, running up, "Jackson wants you back on set."

"Hey babe," I smile, kissing him deeply, "How's it going?"

"I've fallen over 17 times," he says, "So yeah, wonderfully."

"I warned them," I laugh, turning to Lizzie, "When he needs to be steady on his feet, he somehow turns into the biggest klutz you will ever meet. He was so smooth for all our romantic scenes and then he was so bad in his fight scenes that Kyle stabbed him in the shoulder."

"What?" Lizzie gapes, turning to Beck, who nods ruefully.

"Yeah," Beck replies, "I tripped over my own feet, it was an accident. I'm normally not that bad."

"Whatever you say, baby," I tease, "Come on, guys, we should get back to set."