Jade's POV

The second I stepped out of my car, I regretted doing what I was about to. Still, I walked across the gravel driveway and stepped up the small stair and knocked on the door. I knocked harder, but there was no answer.

"Beck, it's me. Open the door!" I called through the shiny metal door. I could hear his TV on at a low volume, and his car was in the driveway. "I know you're here, open the door. I just wanna talk." I said, still knocking.

Still no response. I took a step back and started to leave, but stopped myself. I couldn't just leave, not when things had been left so weird Saturday night. I'd been calling/texting him nonstop the second Kris dropped me off at home, but he hadn't replied.

I even went as far as to ask Andre if he'd heard from Beck. He'd said that Beck didn't show up to Tori's house so they could all do homework together like they'd planned, and that he hadn't heard from him. I hate the uncertainty of all this.

I mean, is he angry? Is he hurt or sad? These questions had been running on a loop in my mind since I got in the car with Kris last night, the most important one being is he done with me?

So instead of playing it cool and waiting for him to contact me, when 4 o'clock rolled around I couldn't take it anymore; I drove straight here. Like I said, I regretted it the moment I got here. This just isn't me. I'm not the girl who begs for forgiveness or can't stand when some guy won't reply to my texts. I'm always in control and I don't need anyone.

At least that's what I was trying to convince myself while I stood like a moron in Beck's driveway. Ugh. Something about him was just so irritating, but I couldn't resist him. Even now, I dreaded the conversation we would have, but I wanted it so bad.

At last, I couldn't take the uncertainty anymore and I kicked his door as hard as I could. It made a loud bang, and opened wide. I walked in smiling, why hadn't I thought of that sooner?

"What the?" He said as he walked out of his bathroom. He was wearing black sweatpants and a gray tank top. He looked tired, but so hot. He walked past me to the door and put his fingers over the dent my foot had made. He shook his head and shut the door again then walked back to sit on his bed and stare at his TV.

"Hey," I said as casually as possible. He didn't even respond, he just looked at me with an expression I couldn't read and returned to stare at the screen. "So…I called you. A lot."

"Yeah, I know," He said calmly. Was he really going to make this that difficult? I took a step towards him, and he stayed where he was.

"Why didn't you answer?" I said, slightly annoyed. He could've at least sent me a text or something.

"I decided I'm tired of wondering which version of you I'll get," He said with the most attitude I'd ever heard him use as he turned to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," he said, stood up and took a step towards me. "Sometimes you're in a good mood; you're nice; you make me feel like a million bucks. Then just like that, you snap. And you're mad and jealous and you just…you refuse to let me in."

"What are you saying?" I sighed. This wasn't what I'd been expecting.

"I'm saying I'm sick of it!"

"Then leave!" I couldn't control my volume. "No one is forcing you to keep coming back. If it's such torture to be around me, stop!"

"I can't!" He yelled at me for the first time and I flinched. I was used to this with Kris, he could get pretty angry when he was drunk, but with Beck it was so different. "Don't you think I've tried? I can't not be in love with you!"

I backed away from him unintentionally and he ran a hand through his hair nervously. He kept saying he was in love with me. And sometimes I liked it. But most of the time, I wanted him to shut up.

He was just making things that much more complicated. We've known each other for less than a month, and already things had gotten out of control. I know I have feelings for him, but he talks about love like it's that simple. Like he could possibly know enough about me to love me.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, hating how small my voice sounded.

"For what?" he asked, looking at me cautiously. I don't blame him, it's not often that I apologize.

"I don't know," I shook my head and shrugged. There was so much. "For leaving you Saturday night. For letting Kris hit you. For denting your door…For making a mess of your life."

"Jade, you didn't make a mess of my life," He stepped closer, and looked me in the eye. "You made my life so much better, you have no idea."

"I have some idea…" I divulged. As much as I hated lying and dealing with the complicated repercussions of seeing Beck on the side, I never felt more alive than when we were together.

"And as for the door…the dent…adds character," he grinned putting his hands on my hips, and I knew I was forgiven. I smiled and looked up into his chocolate eyes.

"Why didn't you go to Tori's today?" I asked as he brought me over to sit on his bed. He sat beside me with an arm around my waist.

"I was really tired," he admitted. That made concurred with the light shadows under his eyes and with his pajamas. "I didn't get any sleep last night."

"Why not?"

"I was too worried about you," he shrugged.

"You worry too much." He seriously did, I was fine.

"You're kidding, right?" He raised his eyebrows and sat back to look at me. "I watched you get into a car with your drunk boyfriend. I was out of my mind, you didn't text me until like 4am when I was about to call the cops to go look for you!"

"Beck, relax. I was fine." He was blowing this way out of proportion.

"Fine? You could've died Jade!"

"I didn't, though," I pointed out. "Beck, Kris drives like that all the time. To be honest, it's kind of an improvement from his usual driving skills."

"Don't joke about it." He looked at me gravely. "Jade…I don't know what I'd do if—if something happened to you…" The way he looked deep in my eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Promise me you'll never do that again."

"Beck I—,"

"Promise me!" His eyes were so expressive, and I could hear the desperation in his voice; maybe he did really care?

"I promise," I whispered before moving forward to kiss him. He put his arms back around me and I leaned into his embrace, it always felt so right.

"Sleep over tonight?" I said, pulling back for a moment; I want to be in his arms all night.

"Hmmm…" He looked thoughtful. I gave him my death stare but he just smiled. "Of course." He pecked my lips lightly. "I just have to do some things before. Meet you at yours in an hour?"

"I guess." I pouted as he stood up, he was always gone too soon.

"Time will fly by," he said as I walked to the door. Yeah right. I was at my most impatient when I was waiting for Beck.

"Sure." I rolled my eyes, and opened the door stepping outside. He walked me to my car and kissed me goodbye, only making me crave more that I couldn't have now.

"See you soon," he said, smirking as I drove off. Not soon enough.

Beck's POV

I walked from my driveway into my house through the side door leading to the kitchen. I was still smiling from Jade's visit, even though it hadn't gone as I intended.

When she'd texted me the first time, saying she was home and she wanted to talk, first I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I got angry. I mean, what had taken her so long to let me know she was alive?

I'd told myself that when I saw her, I'd tell her exactly what I was thinking. I'd tell her that I wanted to be with her, no strings attached. No Kris or Ally, just us. I'd been so determined that she see how serious I was about us, but the second she kicked in my door, I knew I was toast.

The way she looked everywhere but my eyes when she started talking…she looked so ridiculously cute when she was nervous. And then she actually apologized, a phenomenon I definitely hadn't foreseen. I was putty in her hands.

Still, at least I'd gotten her to make that promise to me. And now we had plans for tonight. I wanted to go straight to her house now, but my mother had texted me earlier to ask me to help her with the sink or something so here I am.

"Mom?" I called to her as she fetched something out of a cupboard.

"Oh, Beck!" she said my name happily, as she brought out a can from the shelves inside. "I didn't hear you come in."

"What did you need me for?" I asked; hopefully this won't take long. I walked over to the counter beside her, waiting for my assignment.

"Well hold on a minute, honey," She stalled, making me tap my foot excitedly. "How was that party last night?"

"Fine," I simplified the entire night into a one word lie. "So that chore…?"

"Was that Jade's car I heard just now in the driveway?" She said trying to seem casual, but then I looked down at the can she'd brought out and had a realization.

"Mom, were you spying on me?"

"What? Heavens, no!" she always was a terrible liar. Maybe that's where I got it from.

"Then why were you in the cabinet looking for…a can of expired chicken broth when I walked in?" I read the can now in my hand.

"I was just…"

"Trying to look busy?"

"Cleaning out the cabinet," She came up with. "I've been putting it off for weeks."

"Alright mom, whatever you say…"

"But since you brought her up…" Oh, boy. "What's going on between you and Jade?" I knew her curiosity would get the best of her sooner or later.

"Mom."

"Of course you don't have to tell me. It's none of my business who my only son associates with…" she tried to guilt trip me. "I'm just making conversation. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Perfectly fine. I love you though, you know that right?"

"Alright," I gave in, she could literally go on for hours like that. "I like her."

"You like her?" It was certainly an understatement, but I didn't need her to know all the gory details.

"Yeah. I like her."

"Beck," she looked at me sympathetically. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"She has a boyfriend." Ugh. As if I needed to be reminded. "How do you think this can end? You need a nice girl who's available! What about Ally?"

"Ugh!" I shook my head, was she really doing this?

"She's sweet and considerate and doesn't have metal sticking out of her face."

"Mom, me and Ally are over."

"But Beck she's—"

"I know! She's nice and sweet and all those things, but she doesn't make me feel the way Jade does." I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Privacy was one of the main reasons I moved into the RV. "I know things are complicated with her…but she's worth it."

"Beck, girls like that don't commit."

"What do you mean girls like that?"

"You know, the kind that go around cheating on their boyfriends, leaving bite marks on other boys, dressing so so…provocatively!"

"Oh my god," I could almost laugh at the way she sounded. She acted as if she was mother Theresa all of a sudden.

"Beck, I'm serious!"

"Well, so am I." I hated judgmental people, and up until now I didn't think my mother was one. "You don't know her, so stop acting like you know anything about the situation."

"Beck, wait!" She called to me as I walked out of the house and into my truck. I almost never fight with my parents. To be honest, I almost never fight with anyone. Except Jade. It seemed like we were always fighting, and I'm sick of it. I'm starting to wonder if she really is worth the fight?

Okay have a great day : )

P.s. I finally saw Opposite Date and I almost died! It was like perfect! Don't you think so? : D