"You went and left it all behind, you didn't tell me, you didn't warn me, don't I ever cross your mind?"
Tori Vega tried not to let it bother her, but it was hard not to. She'd seen the photos of Beck with the hot blonde girl leaving a nightclub at 3 am, holding hands. She tried so hard to not be upset. After all, he'd replied to her message. He'd said that he was looking forward to seeing her too. It had made her so happy, but right now she felt as if it might not have mattered. Had he just replied to make her happy? NO. She pushed the thought out of her mind. She knew he never said anything he didn't mean, or at least he didn't use to. She refused to believe that Beck hadn't meant what he'd written. She knew Beck, he wasn't like the media made him out to be. She picked up her phone and checked his Facebook for the tenth time. She kept going on it, to see if the girl showed up on his profile. She sighed. She didn't know why she kept doing it, but she just wanted proof that Beck had changed. She wanted a reason to not feel butterflies in her stomach every time his name showed up somewhere. She wanted to not miss him. She wanted to be able to meet guys without comparing them to Beck. She sighed and put down her phone, just as it vibrated. It was a message from Cat, telling her that she'd be in L.A. tomorrow and wanted to catch up. Tori smiled. She missed Cat a lot and really wanted to see her. Seeing Cat always made her happy, because Cat was such a carefree and happy person. She looked at the magazine in front of her, which had a photo of Beck with the blonde girl in it, and shook her head. She grabbed the magazine, walked over to her kitchen and threw the magazine in the trash. She needed to stop getting messed up by stuff she read. She knew Beck and she knew what he was like. She missed him, she knew that. What she felt was real, and she wanted him to know that.
"Then I see you, holding hands with that guy. Now it's clear, as I watch my world disappear, you didn't tell me, you didn't need me."
He'd been so upset. Mostly shocked, but then the sadness hit him. The regret. The feeling of "It could have been me". The photo of Tori leaving a restaurant holding hands with a guy was printed into his mind. He couldn't get it out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt torn apart. He wanted to scream. Scream that he loved her, scream that she should be with him. But he couldn't. He sat in his apartment, which was now just a cold and sad place. He looked around at all the gadgets, all the nice things the production company had bought him when their first season had ended and showed such nice ratings. He shook his head, determined to change how he felt. He had even called André! That hadn't happen in what, a year?! He thought back on the conversation and sighed.
"Beck, wow, it's uh, been a while man"
"I know, sorry about that, I've just been really busy"
"Yeah, me too man. Me too. So what's up?"
"I uh… have you talked to uh…"
André laughed. "Tori? Yeah I talked to her today. How come?"
"Is she… I saw a photo of her and some guy…"
"Nah, they're not dating really. They went out once."
"Oh." Beck felt relief flood him and he smiled.
"Thanks man"
"Still hung up on her, huh? When are you two gonna realize that you're meant for each other?"
Beck laughed. "I don't know man, I really don't."
André sighed "Oh well. You coming to the reunion, yeah? You should come out to L.A. sooner so we could catch up! It's been a while man"
Beck nodded, fully aware André couldn't see it. "Yeah I'm coming to that. Oh I don't know, I don't really have anyone there so uh.."
"Man, hold up. What about me, huh?"
Beck laughed a little. "Yeah sorry dude. Thanks for uh, you know."
"No worries. See you soon"
Beck ended the call and sighed. He was relieved, to say the least. But he was still annoyed. And jealous.
L.A… He hadn't been there for three years. He wasn't planning on going there for two more weeks. He still had stuff to stay in London for. Or at least he thought so. He got up from his couch and grabbed a bag. He threw down all his clothes and everything he felt was necessary to keep. He closed the suitcase and grabbed his jacket, phone and wallet. He put on his shoes and left the apartment. He closed the door and ran downstairs. He hailed a taxi and when he got in it, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Virgin Airlines, how can I help you?"
"Yeah, Hi. I need to book a seat to Los Angeles, today. As soon as possible."