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JADE
"Aren't you only fifteen?" I asked Beck , as I followed him to his truck.
"Yeah, and?" He asked, completely clueless.
"You don't have a license, driving is illegal."
"You're not gonna tell are you?" He said sarcastically with a smile playing on his lips. Man he was cute, though I would never in a million years tell anyone that. I have always known who Beck was. He's popular, hangs out with Cat, and in my first hour class. I have not always known Beck was cute and funny, though.
"Well, no," I said as we arrived at his truck. It was an old, beat up red thing that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. He opened the passenger door, and gestured for me to get in. I just looked at him like he was completely insane for a second, then sighed and got in.
He walked over to the other side, got in and started it up. Foster The People was playing on the radio as he pulled out of the school parking lot.
I was so mad at my dad for forgetting to pick me up again. I hardly had anything to do with him anymore since mom died last summer. He immersed himself in work, leaving me and my little brother, Jimmy, to fend for ourselves. When he was around, it wasn't pleasant. He always was rude, judging, and had nothing nice to say.
"You like Foster The People?" Beck asked me. I realized I was tapping my foot, and stopped. That was uncool.
"Yep," I said. I looked around, and realized we were stuck in traffic. Great, this was going to be a long, agonizing car ride.
"Me too," He said, then added, "Where am I headed anyway?"
"Harrington Hills," I said.
He raised an eyebrow at me, then said nothing.
"I'm not a snob just because I live in Harrington Hills, you know," I said.
He gave me a confused look, "I never said-," he started.
"I could tell by the look on your face," I said, looking out the window.
"I don't think you're a snob, Jade," He said, sincerely. That caused me to look over at him. He looked sincere, too.
I didn't say anything. He changed the subject, "Why did you get detention, anyway?"
"I stole Lane's lotion," I said.
He busted up laughing, even though I was serious, "But why?" He asked, through his laughs.
"It smelled good," I said, completely serious again.
"That's ridiculous," He said, laughing some more. I smiled a little. He was right, it was ridiculous. We sat in silence for a moment, and then Beck randomly asked, "What's your favorite band?"
"FTSK, and if you ask me what FTSK is, you might as well pull this truck over, and-," I was interrupted.
"Forever The Sickest Kids, duh," He said, and reached over in front of me, and opened the glove box, and pulled out what appeared to be a burnt disc, with drawings all over it in sharpie. He popped it in the CD player, and the opening chords to FTSK's song "Whoa Oh" started up.
I candy coat and cover everything that I'm still hiding underneath
It's been a long time.
It's been a long time.
A thousand faces lookin' up at me
Hands are pointed to the ceiling
Oh What a feeling
I listened intently, and the next lyrics didn't come, and then it hit me. This isn't FTSK. Beck seemed to have noticed the confused look on my face, because he paused it and said, "It's me… singing , you know, it's kind of dumb, Andre Harris, and Robbie Shapiro, we kind of started this band, and stuff, we don't have a name, and this song isn't complete, because we kind of wanted to make it a duet, with a girl, and-"
"Shut up, a second," I said, and then restarted the song.
I candy coat and cover everything that I'm still hiding underneath
It's been a long time.
It's been a long time.
A thousand faces lookin' up at me
Hands are pointed to the ceiling
Oh What a feeling
"I've got friends in highly low places," I sang along with the music.
I'll stand up push it, and push it up, can't afford to lose now
"I've got friends in highly low places."
I'll go inside when I wanna party, grab a girl and dance.
"Don't touch me."
That's when Beck paused the CD again.