AN: I bet you all thought 'Wrath" would be Jade's chapter, huh? Surprise! It's the return of Outofcontrol!Beck for fans of "Never Leave Me". To fans, you're welcome. to those who have never read it, please go read it. Kindly leave a review brimming with your thoughts and feelings.

Special Thanks to KingxLeon21 for being so gracious as to point out EXACTLY what was wrong with Chapter Three. And to Pinky366 who pointed out that Chapter Two's Titles didn't match up. Stupid typos... And a SUPER THANKS to everyone who reviewed.

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Warnings: Language. Finally! I bet you guys were wondering what was up with that T rating, huh?

Disclaimer: I don't own "Victorious"

Chapter Four
Wrath

Everyone thinks Jade is the crazy one. The possessive one. The jealous one. The angry one. And they're right, she is. But he's not made of stone. He may keep it all bottled up inside, but he feels.

And when it all bubbles up to the surface, it's an explosion he can't even hope to control.

"What the fuck do you mean it's over?" He growls out, fingers digging into her wrists, because this is not happening. They're BeckandJade, and they are not breaking up because he made a friend at yoga.

They. Are. Not.

"I mean, that I don't want to go out with you while you screw around with Alyssa Vaughn." She snarls in his face.

"Bullshit." This is so messed up. So completely fucked. Just like them. "You know nothing is going on, so put on your big girl panties and get over it."

"Great way to win me back, Beckett." She sneers, jerking out of his hold. That's the last straw. Nobody but his parents call him Beckett because he hates it. And she knows that.

He losses it. His hand lashes out slams into the locker in front of him with enough force to dent the metal and send an electric arc of pain racing up his arm. The skin at his knuckles splits and begins to bleed. But he hardly feels it. Because right now he's too busy being filled with blind rage and she's breaking up with him. Because two years later, she still doesn't trust him. Trust he had earned over and over again.

"Dammit, Jade!" He roars. "I fucking love you and if that's not enough then go! Just go! Walk away! Run again! See if I give a flying shit! Because I don't anymore! I don't!"

"Beck..." She looks scared of him, but he can't find it in him to care right now. She always does this. She's always running, and, damn it all, he's tired of chasing after her.

"What, Jade?" He shouts. "What? Are you going to bitch at me some more? Accuse me of cheating? Of being anything other than completely faithful? Of doing more than loving you with every fiber of my being? What, Jade! What!"

But she doesn't answer, just stares at him with tears shining in her eyes.

"We're over?" He says slamming his fist in the lockers again. "Fine." Another punch, the metal mangled and streaked crimson with his blood. "Fine."

He's storming away from her, a reversed deja vu from earlier that morning when she had left him. He's walking away from her. From Jade. From the love of his sixteen year old life. And he can't let himself feel anything but rage because he doesn't want to feel the hurt.