Jade

The door bell rang and I knew it was him. Beck! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and opened the door eagerly. When I saw his face, I was so happy. I hugged him tightly.

"Beck, you're here!" I shouted happily.

"Yes, I'm here" he said amused, while hugging me back. I let go and gestured him to come in. He nodded. As he looked at me, he saw my swollen eyes and my, now, dried mascara, which was spread all over my cheeks.

"Why were you crying?" he asked concerned, touching my cheeks. I looked at him, as if he just found out something he wasn't supposed to find out.

"Um…nothing" I simply answered.

"Jade!" he said with force. "You wanted me to come, because you're not feeling good. So I'll be here, waiting for you to tell me what's up. I have time" I nodded, appreciating it.

"Let's go upstairs" I told him. He followed me, without saying a word. As we approached my room, I sat down on my bed, and patted it, showing him to sit next to me. He did. And then he looked at me. His arms tightened around me, as he pulled me into a hug. I buried my head in his chest and began to cry again. But this time in front of him. I showed him my emotions, the real Jade West. He stroked my hair, in an 'it's okay' kind of way. While he comforted me, I felt…safe. Safe in his arms. And for just a few seconds I felt, that everything was okay. After crying my heart out, I looked at him, with swollen eyes. I suddenly felt really ugly, as I stood up and went to my bathroom. Why do I care so much how I look like in front of Beck? I bent down to wash my face. As I looked in the mirror, I jumped, as I saw Beck behind me.

"You scared me!" I shouted anxiously.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you're okay" I looked at him and nodded.
"Yes, I'm okay. It means a lot to me, that you're here, Beck" he smiled a gentle smile.

"It's no big deal, really." We went back to my room and lay down on my bed. After a few minutes of pleasant silence, I sat up and looked at him. He shore up with his elbow on my mattress and waited for me to talk.

"You know…Yesterday, when I saw you with Andre and Robbie, I told you that someone was following me" He nodded, showing me that he remembered. "Maybe you won't believe me, but there really was someone."

"But I haven't seen anybody" he said slowly.

"I know, but my suspense that there was someone, is confirmed."

"How?"

"Well, I was on a website, where you can chat and someone chatted with me, telling me, that he or she was the reason, why Patrick and I broke up."

"How did he or she do that?" he asked interested.

"I don't know. The person was talking about a photomontage where Andre and I looked like we were in love"

"And Patrick believed it?"

"Apparently, yes. But I don't care anymore. We broke up and I somehow think that it was better that way. He shall just go and have fun with this Suzi chick." I said angrily, but still there was sadness in my voice.

"Don't take that so seriously. He is just one of many" he said, trying to cheer me up.

"You're right" I said shrugging. I sighed. "Life's crazy, isn't it?" he nodded smiling.

"Anyways, where are your parents? I haven't seen or heard them"

"That's maybe because they are both on a short business trip in New York"

"Oh, and what about your brother?" he asked, looking around, as if he was searching him in my room.

"Sleepover at his friend's house" I answered.

"And your parents just let you be alone?"

"Ough, they wanted me to go to Cat and stay overnight. I told them that she was all right with it. They left and I stayed here."

"Why?"

"You know, being all alone in this house isn't the worst thing. It's kind of nice. No stress, no yelling parents, no bugging little brother, just silence." I said smiling, while looking at him. "By the way, right now I'm not alone" he smiled.

"It's better that way, isn't it?" he asked me.

"Yes, it is" I said, as he lay down again on my bed. I think he kind of likes me. He wouldn't have said that if he didn't, right? I laid my head on his chest and we both looked at the ceiling. I could hear his heart beating. The silence was nice. He was playing with my hair and I closed my eyes, to enjoy it a bit more.

"Jade?" he asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the silence.

"Yes?" I answered quietly, but I didn't know why. Maybe for the same reason as Beck.

"Can I go to the toilet?" he asked. I immediately moved off of him.

"Sure you can. Sorry for hindering you to go." I said embarrassed.

"Don't say that" he said, shaking his head, as if he didn't understand why I was so embarrassed. I told him, where he could find the toilet and he left. I lay down on my bed again thinking of him. Maybe it was really better, that Patrick and I broke up. I don't know what it is right now, but I somehow feel, like wanting to be next to Beck every second. I sighed loudly. As he came back, my cell phone rang.

"Your cell phone rings" he said, thinking I don't hear it. I got up and went to my desk, where the cell phone was. It read Anonymous. I looked at Beck with anxiety. His soft expression was replaced by a concerned expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked, moving towards me.

"It's him" I whispered.

"Him?"

"The guy who broke me and Patrick up. He is calling like 500 times a day" I told him quickly.

"Answer it" he commanded me in a gentle kind of way. I nodded.

"Hello?" I asked quietly. No answer. "Hello? Who am I talking to?" Still no answer. I sighed. "No one answers" I told him, a single tear was running down my cheek. I'm sick of it. So sick of it. He calls me everyday. And there is nobody, who talks to me. Sometimes I don't even pick up the phone. I just sit on my bed and wait, until it stops ringing. Sometimes I feel like throwing it away, but my parents would kill me for that. Beck was now next to me, wanting me to give him my cell phone. I looked at his hand and then in his eyes. I gave him the cell phone, without even asking him, what he wanted to do.

"Hello? Is there someone?" he asked with a strong voice. A voice, I haven't heard of him before. A voice, which was strong on the one hand, but on the other hand, there was an angry undertone. An undertone, which makes unmistakable clear, that he is dead serious about the whole situation. That he didn't like what the stalker did. What my stalker did.

"Okay, listen to me, you messed up freak. If you're not gonna stop stalking Jade, I'll find you and make you feel pain, you've never experienced before and after that, I'll stalk you, until you beg me to stop. Understood?" No answer. He sighed. "I warned you" he threatened and shut the phone.

"He didn't answer" I said sadly.

"At least he heard it" he said calmly again, as if what happened a few seconds ago, didn't happen at all. I smiled a bit.

"Thank you, Beck" he smiled back, but didn't answer. Instead he hugged me and I hugged back. We spend two hours, talking about random stuff, as a wave of tiredness overcame me. I yawned and he stood up.

"I think, I'll just go then"

"No, stay!" I pleaded.

"You're tired. I'll just come tomorrow, okay?" I nodded, as I stood up, to accompany him to the door. As he left, I went straight to bed. Today wasn't that bad. I thought smiling.

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You

You are at home. You decide to go to her, to give her a gift. And you are too afraid to give it to her at school, because it is something really private. You stand up and look in the mirror. You are wearing a chemise with flower patterns on it. You fix your hair quickly and put your jacket on, because it was cold outside. You go outside and a cold breeze welcomes you. You make your way over to Jade's house. As you arrive there, you look up. Her room was dark. Nice, she's sleeping. you think, as you look around, if anybody could see you. You nod to yourself, as you see no lights burning in her neighbourhood. The coast is clear. You bend down, to open the door with a picklock. Your cousin has showed you once, how to do this. You are proud of yourself, as you hear a click. You enter her house and look around. Nice furniture, nice decoration. It looks like everything has its proper order. You are looking for the stairs. It is hard to see through the darkness, but your eyes are getting used to it. As you spot the stairs, you walk towards them. You climb the stairs slowly. They were made of marble, so you wouldn't make much noise, but still, you have to be careful, so Jade wouldn't hear you. You put one foot before the other. Again and again, as slow and as quiet as you can. You notice that you are burning on the inside. You start to sweat, as the excitement about the whole situation grows. Alone in a house, that isn't yours, at night. Could it be any better? No. As you reach the last step, you walk towards the first door. You open it quietly. You look around. Your eyes are now used to the darkness. It is the bathroom you can see. You close the door and turn on the light. You walk towards the laundry hamper. You open it and take out a used t-shirt, which obviously belonged to Jade. You lead the piece of cloth to your nose and inhale deeply. Her sweet smell, you smell everyday, find its way in your airways. You take out another piece of cloth, this time a bra. You suddenly get really horny, as you look at it. You gulp. Then you breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and out. After a few times, you finally calm down and try to continue, what you came here for. You switch off the light of the bathroom and carefully open the door. You stick out your head and look around, if she woke up or not. There is silence, so you get out of the bathroom and walk towards the next door. You open it and see a bedroom. But it isn't hers. It's her brother's bedroom. You can tell by the colours on the wall. It was a light blue. And not black. You shut the door, because there isn't anything interesting to see for you. You go on and see a door, with a small plate on it. You narrow your eyes, hoping you can read, what is written on it. After a few minutes, you figure out what was written with crayons on it. 'Enter at your own risk' you smirk. Tough girl you think, as you quietly open the door. You put, again, one foot before the other. Every of your steps are deliberate. You reach her bed and look down at her sleeping body. You sit down next to her, as you watch her for a while. She breathes in regularly and you feel the urge to kiss her. But you pull yourself together. No, not now. You have things to do, important things, which will make her happy. You stand up as quiet as you sat down. You walk over to her desk. You take a present, wrapped in black gift wrap, out of your jacket pocket. You also take out a note, you've written earlier on the computer, so she couldn't recognize your handwriting. You smile, once again and you notice that you smile a lot in the past few days.

"Hello? Is there someone?" you hear Jade mumble. You are frightened as you slowly turn around to face her bed. You see her still lying in her bed, still sleeping. You sigh in relief. Just dreaming, little Jade West is just dreaming.

AN: First of all, I have to apologize. I was supposed to upload this chapter yesterday. But this document manager wasn't working. I tried like a 100 times, but I couldn't upload this chapter. And it made me mad. But now, here it is. One day late. Sorry :(

Okay, I hope you liked this chapter. BADE! Well, I apologize, if you found that it was too long.

To answer SQTgirl's review: I'm soooo sorry for not telling you, who the stalker is. But I will soon. After this chapter there will be just two or three chapters. And I promise you, I'll tell you then. :) By the way, I will try to give you hints, to who it could be.

Hmm...I noticed, that there are less people reviewing :( So review and make me happy. ;)

~teddybaer~