I'm gonna let you know how much I care, I'll always be there
"Beck." "Jade." These awkward chats were standard Tuesday morning procedures by now. Beck stood on Jade's doorstep before she left for school almost every day, pleading for a second chance. Jade was always quick to remind him he was almost on his fourth or fifth chance. Today the urgency and regret were gone, replaced by cool ambivalence as he waited for her, leading her down the steps to her driveway. "I'm going to do it now. I'm going to pursue Tori Vega. I think she's the one." Jade was taken aback, but she simply slipped on her aviators and motioned for him to continue. "She'll be more open and kind and everyone I hang out with already really likes her. We have a history, so I didn't want to be a total dick about this. I'm letting you know." Jade pulled open the door to her father's black Mustang with un-needed force. A hint of a smirk adorned Jade's moon face. "Try." She whispered almost inaudibly, pulling her shades down slightly and looking her ex in the eyes. Beck met her with a cheeky grin, soaking in the feeling of making her squirm. "Believe me, I will. You won't always be so lucky in love. One day she won't reciprocate your feelings and I'll be there, with a no-strings-attached deal for her." Jade sat into her leather car seat and tried to pull the door closed, but Beck's tan hand stopped her. "You know she doesn't feel the same way." He whispered. Jade knew he wasn't saying that as a teenaged boy scorned by his first true love, or as a romantic rival or even as a friend looking out for another friend, and they had been friends at one point, he was telling her the truth. The faint scar from a familiar cigarette burn caught Jade's attention and gave her the strength to remove his hand from her car and pull away from him and her house.
I wanna kiss your smile, and feel the pain
"It's perfect." She decided. She was so sure she said it out loud. "It's… leather." Robbie Shapiro pointed out, glancing sideways at Tori. Tori knew that behind his chaste judgment was arousal and even respect. The black leather lingerie demanded that from whoever was brave enough to try it on and Tori Vega delivered. Tori toyed nervously with the silky red braid planted in the middle of her cleavage. She wondered if she could elicit the same response from Jade. Another part of her, buried deeper, wondered if she was a slut for even entering the lingerie store in the first place. Tori flipped her hair flirtatiously and checked herself out in the floor length mirror instead of struggling with her emotions. Thinking about Jade was replacing her emotions anyway. She remembered musing to herself that they should make a new emotion, and name it after Jade. Tori jutted out her hip and posed in the mirror, deciding that right now, wearing a skanky, bad ass, chaffing dominatrix outfit in a crowded store, that she was feeling very "Jade."