Jade POV

I am going to kill him!

I pace around my room this morning haphazardly combing my hair. This week is almost over and Beck hasn't called me once! Ouch! I throw the comb that so carelessly snagged on a knot in my hair. I sigh at the sound of it colliding with my vanity mirror, cracking the glass. Pacing around the room in nothing but a black bra and matching thong, I think back to last night. I was planning on loudly appearing on Beck's doorstep until Andre showed up.

"Stupid Andre!"

I growl out while tossing my clothes on the bed for the day. If Andre hadn't shown up then I could've yelled at Beck and felt better before school! Transference of energy: basic physics. Now I have all this frustration and nowhere for it to go.

Deep in thought, I throw on a dress and shoes, grab my bag, lock the door and head towards the front door. Phone in hand, I debate on calling Andre and threatening him with my scissors but then I notice something shiny in the corner of my eye. On the black leather couch is that strange guy's worn jacket, keys falling out of the pocket. I glance down the hall at my mother's bedroom door and listen. Silence. A small smile spreads across my lips. That guy's orange muscle car is the only thing I like about him.

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I hop into the 1968 Firebird parked in the driveway. That bastard was blocking my car anyway. I start the car, put it in reverse, stomp the accelerator, and thoroughly enjoy the loud screeching this baby makes when I back out of my driveway and down the street.

I turn on the car radio and cringe at the sound of country music. Hooking my phone up to the car radio, I call Andre. After two rings, the songwriter picks up with a shaky, "Hello?"

"Hey Love Machine. I hope you're ready for school cuz I'm almost there," I respond coolly.

A short pause emits throughout the car until Andre finally replies, "Actually I was supposed to pick Tori up for school today-"

"Well that's too damn bad. You showed up at my house last night and ruined my plans on ripping Beck a new asshole, so now I ruin your plans. Let's go." I hang up as I pull in front of Andre's house. I blare the horn for all of ten seconds then turn on my favorite playlist. Dubstep bass vibrates through the car and I smile. I love this car.

I'm pulled out of my reverie when someone opens the passenger door, "Where did you get this car?!" Andre exclaims as he slides into the car and turns down the music. I frown and open my mouth to protest when I stop to look him over. My eyes slide from his braids pulled back into a low ponytail and black hat, down to his black V-neck shirt, black jeans, and matching black Polo Ralph Lauren high tops. I pick up the silver chain around his neck and run my fingertips over the few strands of chest hair peaking from his shirt, causing him to jump and push my hand away. I blankly stare at him and speak, ignoring his previous question completely, "Looking good Harris. You and Miss Prissy have a hot date?" I turn away to touch up my lipstick in the rearview mirror. After a few moments of waiting on Andre's response, I fix my mirror and turn to see him staring at me. My eyebrows furrow as my eye starts to twitch in annoyance, "Uh hello! When someone asks a question, normal human beings ans-"

"You look pretty fuckin good yourself," Andre interrupts and continues to stare.

My mouth clamps shut and I blink in surprise at his words, "What are you talking abou-" Right then I look down and see the red dress my mom gave me for my birthday last year. I thought it wasn't my style and promptly threw it in my closet where it has sat untouched for over 365 days.

"Shit." I was so pissed this morning that I must've thrown on the first thing I grabbed. I take a deep breath and glance at my feet, relieved to see my familiar black combat boots; at least I didn't accidentally wear heels. My eyes scan up my bare legs and settle on my thighs. There is more thigh than dress! A faint smile appears when I see that I am wearing my loose fishnet sweater, but it falters a bit when I notice just how much cleavage I'm showing.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair, pissed again, "See what you did?! Now I look like, like, this!"

Andre huffs and shakes his head while buckling his seatbelt, "You look beautiful Jade. If Beck doesn't talk to you today then it's his loss."

"I wasn't trying to-" I stop talking and growl then hit the steering wheel, causing a short beep.

"Jade."

I turn and look at Andre. He's looking at me like I'm being ridiculous just like Beck does; however, his eyes are different. They aren't mocking me. We lock eyes for a while, until my eyes fall to his lips. My eyes widen and I give off a weak growl and starts driving to school.

"Whatever. You still haven't answered my question. You and Vega have a date?" The fire in my voice is gone.

I see Andre shake his head and shrug, "Tori is just a friend Jade. I was just taking her to school since I didn't have to deal with my grandma today."

I make a weak noise in response as we speed into the school parking lot. Andre turns the music back up, "Well since you're not gonna tell me about this car, at least tell me what we're listening to. Some of this stuff sounds demonic."

I feel the edges of my lips curl up as I respond, "That's because they are. This is my favorite playlist. I downloaded some songs, and the others I just recorded on my phone."

No sooner than I say this and turn into a parking space, Andre's melodic voice saunters out from the speakers:

Monday, well baby I fell for you

Tuesday, I wrote you this song

I rip my key out of the ignition and immediately grab my bag and phone, nearly jumping out of the car.

"Hold on! Was that '365 Days'? You like my song?" Andre shouts over the car when we both get out. I slam the car door and rush past him and into the school before he could see the redness in my face.