A/N: N/A

JK! Hope you love, and don't hate for some bad stuff that will happen,

Diclaimer: Read first Chap and I don't own Eminem or Rhianna's song: Love the way You lie.

Chase sat at the luch table, silently shoveling food in his mouth. He was trying to be silent, to stay away from conversation. That was, until Cat piped up: "Chase, do you want to come to the Karaoke-Doki tonight?" Chase wanted to say no. He wanted to make a stupid excuse, but one look at Cat's pleading face told him he couldn't say no. He nodded. Everyone looked satisfied.

After Cat had announced that she and Jade would singing in the Karaoke-Whatever in Sikowits' class, Tori said she couldn't because she had to watch her sister Trina for some Tooth problem. Chase was sad. He liked Tori. He wished she could come.

Chase was in his room, Cat and Jade would be picking him up in a few minutes. He was rifling through his backpack when he saw his father's letter that Tori had given him earlier. He stared at it hard. Something Snapped.

"I'll get him," Jade said. "You wait in the lobby and look at all the pretty pictures in the magazines." "KK!" Cat said excitedly. A few minutes later, Jade was knocking on Chase's door. No answer. 1 minute passed. Another knock. No answer. She opened the unlocked door. She saw his Grandmother passed out on the couch, 11 bottles of beer around her. She rolled her eyes in disgust and went down the single hallwy to what seemed like a room. She looked through the opened door and saw Chase's backpack open. She looked towards the room's bathroom to see a piece of paper by the closed door. It looked like it had been crumpled and opened again. That's when she heard it. Whimpering from the bathroom. She slowly opened the door, hesitating, ready to close it if he was doing his business. She saw him at the sink, his eyes blank from the mirror. "Chase?" she asked slowly. She slowly moved closer to him, cautiously raising a finger to tap him. When he didn't respond, she looked down at the sink to see what he was doing and gasped. 2 small scars where on his wrist, in parallel lines. A third one was there, freshly bleeding. He had his wrist below that one, ready to make another. She immediately took his knife and through it in the toilet, then grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped it around his wrist. He remained unresponsive as she pulled him to his bed. She tried to shake him out of it, but he just looked at her and blinked. She whispered. "Chase?" She whispered. "You have to show me where your band-aids are." He pulled his wrist away. "Why do you care?" "Because," said jade, pulling her own bracelet down. There were two scars there. Chase nodded and looked at Jade. Their lips crashed together, but almost immediately, Chase pulled out. 'It's not right. She's got Beck.' "Let's go," Chase said, pulling down his Sweatband. On the way down, Chase said, "Please, don't tell." Jade understood. No one needed to know about her scars, either.

Jade and Cat were amazing! As they walked off the stage, the MC said: "And we have one more person in this singing competition: Chase Brighton!" Chase was surprised as Cat pulled him on stage. Beck leaned over to Jade and whispered, "I didn't know he sang." Jade smiled evilly. "He doesn't. I signed him up." Beck shook his head in disappointment. "What? It'll be good for him!"

"Well, Chase," The MC said, "What would you like to sing tonight?" Chase stood there stupidly with the microphone. 'Fuck it, Might as well go along for the ride.' "Love The Way You Lie." He finally said. "Ow! Got some Hip-Hop in here-er-er-er-" He was silenced by a single glare from Chase.

Voice: "Just Gonna stand there and watch me burn.

It's all Right because I love the way It Hurts."

"Just Gonna stand there and hear me cry?

That's all right because I love the way you lie.

I Love the way You lie,

I love the way you lie,"

Chase: "I Can't tell you what it really is,

I Can only tell you what it feels like,

And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe,

But I still fight

While I can fight.

It's all right, as long as the wrong

Feels right, it's like I'm in flight.

High off of love, Drunk from the hate."

About 5 minutes later, Chase stepped off stage. Immediately, everyone was surrounding him, screaming and shouting. Chase just pushed through, sitting down, not really caring what they thought. He wouldn't admit, but he felt good inside.

"Chase, come here!" It was Jade. They were in Tori's house, the girls outside, Chase, Beck , Robbie, and Andrea were failing to hold Trina down. Beck had Trina's arms, Robbie was whining that she bit him. Andre was trying to get the ropes back on her, and Chase was trying to grab her legs without getting kicked in the face. He failed. He abandoned the group, holding his bleeding lip. "What is that?" asked Tori, pointing at his face. "Blood." He said with some difficulty, his lip was growing fat. "Cool," smiled Jade. Cat giggled, Chase held back a laugh, and Tori gave her a strange look. "Didn't you rap?" Chase nodded, now avoiding talk. "Here," said Cat suddenly. She pulled out some ointment and started rubbing his fat lip. Three questions swirled in his mind: Why did Jade glare at every girl that touched him, why was Tori giving Cat the same look as Jade, and why Did Cat have ointment for a fat lip? As Cat sat back down, Chase immediately felt his wound begin to heal. "Vega here didn't believe me when I told her." Tori rolled her eyes and said to the three: "What are we gonna do about it?" Cat giggled girlishly and said, "Jade's got a plan," in a sing-song voice.

After Jade had told them all the plan, Tori was called back into the house by a screaming Andrea, and Cat followed. Jade and Chase stood in silence for a few moments before she suddenly said, "You were really great." Chase was shocked. Jade complimented no one, not even Beck. Speaking of Beck- "Beck broke up with me," Now Chase was feeling awkward. How did this change his life at all? 'Your-Your not sad." She now stared at her elbow, what was that look on her face? Was it- shyness? It wasn't Tough shy, either, it was girlishly shy! Now Chase wanted nothing more then to go inside, to get kicked by Trina again so he would pass out and he'd wake up in his basement, or maybe even getting beaten up, anywhere but here. "Because- maybe I had another Guy in mind." Was tough- guarded Jade West really talking like this, vulnerable and almost scared? "W-Who?" Chase said, almost not wanting to know. Almost. She suddenly walked toward him in long, powerful, but still shy and shaky steps. She clasped his hand and leaned into his cheek, planting a small kiss that burned through his cheek. "You," She whispered in his ear, causing his jewel to shake as he shivered. His head was swimming. He had been here for maybe 7 days, and a Jade West was asking him out? He stepped back, pulling his hand back. "No!" She took another stepped and looked him in the eye. "Yes," She said, her eyes full of pleads and hopes. He wanted to slap her, to clap his hands, to snap, to pour water on her head and say, "Come back, Jade West! Who is this stranger that has taken your place?" He felt himself tense and he moved away two steps back. "I can- I won't!" He said forcefully, but his voice wavered in fear. He didn't care what sudden personality switcheroo she went through, He was still talking to Jade, and she could still blow. "Why?" she asked, now tears were falling down her face, "We-We-kissed!" He couldn't deny it. They had kissed. He forced himself not to look in her eyes and focus instead on her quivering lips. "Jade, I'm getting over a lot of stuff, and a new obstacle is in my way, I can't give you the attention you need!" She didn't believe him. "Like what? What are you getting over?" He caught himself from saying, "Well, Bitch, I come from an abusive family, I was beat up every day, I might be goin' to Juvey, oh yeah, and did I mention my dear da-da's in jail for murdering my Mom!" She couldn't know any of that. He kept his cool and said through gritted teeth. "I'm anti-social. I've never had a girlfriend." She stepped closer, concern and realization filling her eyes now. "I thought you were over that." He shook his head. "I promise you'll be the first girl I ask out." H said, which was a little cliché, but true. "How long?" She now whispered. "Dunno. Could be a week, maybe a year." 'Or nine months' he thought as he watched Jade turn around, stand up straight, and walk back to the house. Her barricades were up again, this time strengthened with guards of sadness and anger.

A/N: Thanks to IHeartYou and Lemonade mouth for being my first ever reviewers.