December Fifteenth
My Girl, Just Blending In With The Crowd
He watches Jade, screaming her lungs out in the school hallway, wearing a very eccentric (But beautiful) blue dress.
"Okay," Jade says, turning to face him. He gives her an amused smile.
"There's my girl, just blending in with the crowd," He remarks.
This is what he loves about her, it's her inability to blend in. She sticks out, she lets everyone know who she is and what she wants.. And he loves that.
Jade gives Beck a quick smile, explaining her reasons for wearing the dress in the first place, trying to dismiss that warm happy feeling she gets as his words echo in her head over and over.
"There's my girl,"
"My Girl, just blending in with the crowd."
She's his girl again, and she loves that.
"When he tries to get me I am going to grab him and wrestle him down to the ground," She says confidently.
"He might like that," Beck tells her, smirking.
Jade smirks back, until she hears Andre say "I'd like that," In an equally amused almost dreamy voice.
Under the irritated stares of her and Beck, Andre takes back his statement walking away.
Jade grins, looking at Beck's annoyed face, she leans up and gives his a quick kiss.
"What was that about?" He wonders coldly, still sore from Andre's comment.
Jade rolls her eyes, clearly enjoying Beck's small jealousy. "Don't worry," She whispers. "I'm your girl," She reminds him.
"Don't you forget it," Beck whispers to her, kissing her forehead as she tries not to give an un-Jadelike smile.