I feel like I should tell you more about the background of some of this story, so here it goes.
Let's start with Beck and Jeffery's relationship if you can even call it that. As you know, Jeffrey is Beck's father and they had gotten away in time to survive. You can imagine Beck's surprise when he saw his father standing outside his RV.
"How the hell did you find me?" He questioned.
"Unfortunate for you, I remembered your name and you were on a very popular TV show called Mack Murphy Show and it wasn't too hard to follow you home from school." Jeffery explained sporting his devilish grin the whole story.
"What do you want?" Beck asked unamused by his story.
"I want to go back to our old life of you, me, and your mother." He said with mock desperation.
"In your dreams." Beck spat.
Smack. Jeffery's hand made contact with Beck's face, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.
"Don't talk to your father like that." Jeffery growled.
"You're not my father." Smack.
"I'm sure your DNA disagrees." Jeffery said with a smirk.
"Now where's your mother. We have unfinished business." Jeffery asked turning to go to the house.
He can't get her again. Don't let him get her. "Wait."
Jeffery turned back to face him.
"Yes." He sing-songed.
"Leave her alone. She's had her fair share. Just...use me." Beck said.
"So you're going to take a beating to protect your stupid mother?" Jeffery asked confirming the obvious.
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying." Beck said standing up straight, looking the sick man standing in front of him in the eye.
Jeffery let out a laugh as if someone had just told the funniest joke in the world. Beck grimaced at the enjoyment of the thought of causing someone pain.
"Well then, I guess you got your mother's sense of caring." The man said with his yellow toothed grin.
"If I let you do this, you have to promise to stay away from my Mom. You're not allowed to touch her." Beck said studying his familiar hazel eyes carefully.
"You have a deal, my boy." Jeffery said shaking Beck's hand.
And that's how that went.
But that's in the past, let's bring this story back to the present.
Jeffery stormed into the RV the next night and gave Beck a spiteful smirk. "What? Your girlfriend didn't want to come to the show?"
"Maybe you scared her off." Beck snapped back.
Jeffery smacked him once again, but this time, something in Beck just snapped.
Beck stood up from the chair he had been sitting on and punched Jeffery right in the face. Jeffery stumbled backwards a few steps from the force of the punch and his drunkenness.
When he finally regained his balance, he picked up the nearest bottle- which just happened to be a glass root beer bottle -and hit Beck over the head with it.
The glass shattered by the force of the blow and landed in a halo around Beck, who had a trickle of blood sliding down the side of his face.
"Never ever do that again." Jeffery growled. An evil little grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he formed an idea. "I would hate to see something happen to your mother. Or worse that pretty little 'friend' of yours."
"Don't you dare-" Beck started but was quickly cut off by the sick Jeffery.
"Don't you dare do that again if you want either of them- and yourself -to see the light of day." Jeffery warned.
He stormed out of the RV leaving Beck surrounded by glass and bleeding.
...
Jade still hadn't spoken a word to Beck or forgiven Olivia. She just couldn't bring herself to do either of those things- no matter what the circumstance was.
She watched Beck walk into school that morning, immediately noticing the cut at his hair line. She knew it was Jeffery that did it to him and, I promise you, it made her angry.
She wanted to go to him. To see if he was okay. To be with him because she hated seeing him like this. So hurt and angry. But she wasn't going to. Not after what he did to her and because of her deal with Olivia. She knew it would make her life a living hell. Especially since she had no idea Jade was over there when Jeffery came knocking at the door.
Jade watched Beck get the rest of his books out of his locker and Saw him steal a glance at her without so much as a grin.
She walks into Sikowitz's class to see him sulking in the back of the classroom, which is abnormal even for him. At this point, her curiosity started to get the better of her and she wanted to sit down next to him and ask him about what happened. Just as she turned to head towards him, Olivia's voice rang in the back of her mind "It'll get you in big trouble". She moved back to the front of the class room. As far away from her distraction as possible.
Jade's fascination with Beck wasn't one sided. Beck was watching her just as carefully as she was watching him.
He walked into school feeling miserable from the night before. On top of being hit with a glass bottle, he couldn't sleep the next night because of his panic for both his mom and Jade. What if he does something? Did he do something? I should call Jade. No, I can't. She's not speaking to me, because I was an aggressive idiot and pushed her down.
When he finally did get to school, he could feel her blue eyes burning into him while he collected books from his locker. Did she see the cut? Did she know? Why the hell am I asking so many questions? This is everything that ran through Beck's mind as he tried to remember what books he needed.
When he finally got all the books he stole a glance at Jade who didn't take her eyes off him. He didn't smile at her or try and reach out to her in anyway. He just turned and walked towards Sikowitz's class.
He found a seat in the back of the class and slid down in the chair, his head still throbbing in pain from the beating he had revived from the night before. He watched Jade walk into the classroom, but went back to studying the carpet. He could have sworn he saw her move towards him but when he glanced up he saw her walking toward the front of the classroom and his heart sank.
His one saving grace in the hell he was living was Jade. And now he chased her off and put her in danger. Well his life just sucks. Do you feel bad for him? Or do you forgive him? Probably not, but you will. I'll make sure of it.
Let's start now.
"Jade." Beck called as she tromped out of the classroom. She whipped around to glare at him. He winced slightly from both her quick turn and glare. She felt a pang of regret for scaring him like that but kept her glare steady.
"What?" She snapped.
"I wanted to apologize for the other night. I didn't mean to do that. I was just angry and in pain and I shouldn't have pushed you, but I would take it back in a heartbeat." Beck pleaded with her.
She wanted to forgive him and hug him and kiss him and try and comfort him in any way possible. "Beck, if you're going to be this aggressive and awful because of your father, I don't want to be around you." Hide the grimace.
Beck's face faltered slightly. "I understand." No he doesn't. "I really am sorry."
"I know." Jade practically whispered refusing to make eye contact with Beck at all costs.
They both turned away from each other both of their eyes welling with tears. Jade wiped her eyes and walked as fast as she could out of the crowded hallways and found her way to the janitor's closet and just let go and cried. Beck on the other hand found an empty classroom and cried a bit too. He banged his fist against a desk in frustration. It didn't matter if Jade didn't say anything about knowing or Beck trying not to drag her into this. Both of their lives were becoming a living hell.