"Good job, Tori!"
"Congratulations Tori!"
"That's awesome, Tori!"
Tori smiled nervously as she made her way to her acting class, thanking every person (whether she knew them or not) as warmly as she could. When she finally sat down beside Cat fifteen minutes later, she shot her red headed friend a death glare.
"I told you not to tell anybody!"
"I only told Robbie," Cat whined, sucking on a strawberry lollipop and shooting a desperate look at her boyfriend, who in turn shot Tori a nervous smile.
"Uh, yeah, she did."
"Loud enough for everyone around her in the cafeteria to hear," Andre teased, coming up the aisle and taking his seat as well.
"Wah!" Cat yelled, turning her whole body in her seat and ignoring her friends. However, two seconds later, she held out her hand behind her towards Tori. Tori, still slightly pissed, but honestly not being able to stay mad at her, reached out and squeezed Cat's hand in a gesture of peace offering.
"I don't know why you're embarrassed, Tori," Robbie said, scratching his head in confusion. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You'll be great."
"It's not like people aren't gonna find out anyway," Cat said, once again turning around to face her friends and her boyfriend. "You can't exactly hide the fact that you're gonna be on TV. Especially if you're going to be on Witch Garden."
"We shouldn't hide it anyway," Robbie said, shooting his friend an encouraging smile. "It's gonna be awesome!"
"He's right, Tori," Andre said, reaching over and placing his arm around her shoulders in reassurance. "You deserve this, okay?"
"Thanks, guys," Tori said, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Despite the hangover that was still looming over her head from her night of binge drinking, she shot them an encouraging smile. She really did appreciate her friends' compliments, but she couldn't get rid of the knots in her stomach. The thought of working so close to Jade made her extremely nervous. Especially considering everything that seemed to be happening with Beck lately.
Tori pulled her phone out of her purse slightly, the screen lighting up as she checked her inbox. He still hadn't texted her. After the way she left him this morning, she honestly couldn't blame him. She hoped in some corner of her mind that he wasn't mad, but Beck was only human. And being left in the middle of some girl's dorm room as she made a mad dash for the door like he had the plague couldn't exactly be considered something that could be easily swept under the rug. Still, she could hope.
She sent Trina a text message, figuring that she should tell her sister about the coveted role before she heard about it on some circuit somewhere. This was going to be another issue. Tori couldn't exactly hide the fact that she was going to be working a lot from Trina, considering they basically lived together. She hoped for her sister's support and knew she would get it. But not before she would suffer the onslaught of her jealousy and rage. Nothing Tori could do would change that, and that put another damper on her spirits.
"Hi, Tori," a familiar voice said from her side. Tori stiffened. She knew that voice.
"Hi, Jade," Cat said, oblivious to the tension that had just descended around them. Andre and Robbie kept silent. Tori slowly turned her head, her brown eyes meeting Jade's blue ones.
"Hi," Tori said, nodding towards her counterpart. Her head throbbed with this little effort, the hangover seeming to pulse harder at Jade's close proximity. Jade shot her a smirk, the wicked curve of her mouth only seeming to make her more attractive. She was dressed in a simple, bright red, skin-tight dress that came to her mid thigh. This was accompanied by her black tights and black boots, almost as black as her hair, which had blue streaks that only seemed to accentuate her features,
"I just sent a text to Gretchen and Lucy. They can't wait to meet you."
"Gretchen Porter and Lucy Rivera?" Cat shrieked, her eyes wide with excitement. "The girls who play Parker and Kayla on the show?" Jade shot her a deadpan expression before nodding her head and turning her attention back to Tori.
"Tell them I'm excited to meet them, too," Tori said, forcing a smile. If anyone else had been telling her she'd be working with the two actresses Jade had just mentioned, Tori would have been ecstatic. Lucy Rivera was a child actor who had played many roles in her career, while Gretchen Porter was new to the scene. Both of them played the other two main roles on Witch Garden besides Jade herself, and now she'd be joining them. Anyone else would have been jumping up and down with excitement.
Jade pulled a box out of her purse, opening it to reveal about ten chocolate covered strawberries. She offered the box to Tori, her smirk turning into a sickly sweet smile that tightened the knot in Tori's stomach.
"Want some?" Jade asked, taking a strawberry and wrapping her lips around it, biting down with force. "They're from Pasquale's. Everyone on set got a box yesterday."
Andre let out a low whistle of admiration, earning him a questioning look from Tori.
"They're really, really good," he explained. "And really, really expensive."
"Go on, Tori. Take one," Jade said, holding the box up closer. Tori eyed the fruit, the berries bright and enticing under the dark chocolate. She felt like Snow White, reaching for the poisonous red fruit while the wicked queen smiled down upon her. Tori forced the brightest smile she could muster.
"I had a big breakfast," she told Jade, folding her hands tighter on her lap. "I'll pass. But thanks, though." Jade eyed her over the box, her smile never wavering.
"You'll regret it," she said, snapping the lid on the box closed and walking back to her seat. Her tone was teasing, but the undercurrent wasn't. She sat down and began texting on her phone, once again opening the box and eating the berries slowly, every now and then shooting Tori a glance.
"You could have given it to me if you didn't want it," Cat whined, stretching out her arms over Tori's desk like her animal namesake.
"No, I would have taken it from you, Cat," Andre said, shaking his head incredulously. "I can't believe you passed that up, Tori. You love strawberries. You love chocolate. And that was the best combination of the two that money could buy. What stopped you?"
"I don't feel good," Tori told him, pressing her hands to her forehead, rubbing small circles into her temples.
"I told you, you should have told me that you were sick," Cat said, causing Andre to turn his full attention to his best friend.
"You're sick?" Andre asked, placing a cool hand on her forehead. It was a soothing touch, so much different than the touches of the previous night. There was no fire, which was exactly what she needed at the moment.
"I'm fine now that I put some food and some coffee in my stomach," Tori said, shooting Andre a reassuring smile. Instead of receiving back a similar gesture, however, Andre shot her an inquisitive look.
"I thought you only drank coffee when you were hungover?" he asked. It was spoken like a statement of fact that Tori knew she couldn't deny. As she opened her mouth to respond, though, Sikowitz appeared in the doorframe of their classroom, clapping his hands loudly to bring everyone to attention.
"Everyone get into groups of four for an acting exercise," he said, making his way around the classroom and handing out papers. Upon stopping in front of Tori's seat, he smiled widely.
"And everyone please congratulate Ms. Vega on her new role on Witch Garden !" Her classmates started to clap, an enthusiastic Sikowitz in the lead. She noticed Rider trying to catch her eye with a smile. She immediately turned away, only to be met by Jade's snide smirk. In an attempt to avoid everyone else, Tori put her head down in a lame attempt at hiding. This was squashed by Andre and Cat forcing her to look up again, their smiles of encouragement wide and endearing. The only good thing coming out of this was that the sudden onslaught of attention had caused the subject of her coffee drinking habit, and all suspicion behind it, to drop.
"Ms. Vega, I look forward to seeing you and Ms. West work together on the show," Sikowitz said. "Now, if everyone would just-"
The door slammed loudly in the front of the room, causing everyone's eyes to change directions. Beck stood there, shifting his backpack on his shoulder.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, slowly walking over to take his seat beside Jade.
"Better late than never, Mr. Oliver," Sikowitz said, shooting him a smile as he turned his attention back to the class. "Okay everyone, read the directions on the worksheet I've provided." He went on to describe more about the exercise, but Tori tuned her teacher out at this point. She was too busy observing the boy across the room. He looked just as good as ever, but there was something different. The smile on his face looked a little too tight, a little too forced. He had bags under his eyes, though she didn't notice them unless he shifted slightly in the light. She couldn't hear what Jade was saying to him, but she saw her raise an eyebrow and point to his shirt. Tori glanced down and saw it was the same shirt that she had washed with dish soap the previous night, now clean and dry but very wrinkled.
He looked up and she caught his eye, suddenly feeling very exposed under the intensity of his stare. Offering up a smile, she hoped that she could somehow silently convey how sorry she was for her running away that morning. She just wanted him to understand, somehow, that she still was no better at knowing what exactly was going on, let alone what to do about it. Tori felt like he had to know this, there was no way he couldn't feel what was happening between them. It was like a constant treading of water, the fear of drowning making her fight harder not to succumb to the feelings that reared their heads whenever he was around.
He cocked his head back for a second, observing her as if she were behind glass. He shot her back a look that said it all. Yes, he understood that what was going on between them was crazy. It was like they were constantly circling each other for this time frame that they had known each other, last night finally breaking a barrier when he kissed her. And even though they both knew this brought them a little bit closer, he still felt so far from her. So, yes, he understood her fears, her concerns, and everything else that he saw in her eyes.
But that didn't change the fact that he was still mad at her.
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Jade had taken him to the visual arts side of campus, dragging him into an empty pottery studio and closing the door behind her. Beck observed her as she shrugged her hoodie off her shoulders, noticing the curves of her figure bouncing slightly underneath the tight confines of her dress. She was beautiful, and he couldn't help but be attracted to her, even when she turned to address him with a look of clear annoyance on her face.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her cleavage to rise slightly.
"I haven't been avoiding you," he said, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes. The light filtering from the windows in the top of the studio were making his headache worse. He wasn't sure if he was suffering from a hangover or in the final stages of drunk. Drunk off the alcohol and drunk off the girl he spent the night sleeping next to. He was angry, and that was a surprise to him. He rarely got angry, and Beck felt an odd sort of pride in his cool demeanor. He could always keep a level head. Tori, somehow, was warping this. His annoyance at this fact, combined with the fact that he had a headache and hadn't had anything to eat or drink besides vodka and stale cookies for a good twelve hours was only making things worse.
"Bullshit," Jade said, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "I must have called you ten times yesterday." Beck let a little scoff escape his throat, not personally caring at this point if she heard him or not.
"You know, I think you should set a five call limit for yourself," he told her, not even having to look at her to know that she was surprised at his retort. He rarely ever fought back unless repeatedly provoked, and she was just getting started. But he just wasn't in the mood.
"What the hell were you doing that you couldn't even text me?" Jade asked, stomping her foot. The sound of her boot on the hardwood floor echoed in the open space of the studio, causing Beck to wince at the sound.
"You don't have to be so loud, you know. I have a headache."
"Drinking a shit ton of alcohol on a regular basis will do that to you," Jade said angrily. "Now answer my question!"
"I was busy," he said lowly, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.
"Busy doing what, Beck?" Jade demanded.
"School work. Prep work for the movie. Catching up on sleep. You know, I don't ask what you're doing every minute of every day," he said to her, the annoyance in his voice becoming apparent. It was enough to outweigh the guilt he would have otherwise felt for not telling the complete truth.
"Oh for God's sake, would you at least look at me when you talk to me?" Jade said, coming forward and pulling his hand away from his eyes. They were so close, the heat from her body and her own anger radiating off of her. Instead of returning her anger, though, he felt himself becoming relaxed. It was a comforting feeling, the familiarity of this situation. He had been in this place with Jade so many times before, and knew where it always led. And for once, he was happy to be stuck in this cycle with her. It was a relief from the scattered mess he felt his mind had become. At least for right now, he didn't wanna think about anything, or anyone, anymore.
Beck pushed Jade against the table as he kissed her, wrapping her in his arms tightly. He could feel her body go rigid in surprise, but only for a second before he felt her respond. Her kiss was rabid, her bite a little too hard, her tugs on his hair a little too rough. But that was just Jade, how she always had been. He buried his head in her neck, leaving bites and not caring that some of them would bruise. That's why they have make up departments on set, he thought.
Beck heard the gasps escape her throat and in response, moved his mouth back to hers, once again silencing her. It was an encounter driven by raw instinct and no thought, and yet he knew enough to know that he wanted no part of this to be vocal. He felt her hands pull on his belt and helped her quickly. Once one part of the clothing barrier was gone, he lifted her onto the table, pulling down her tights in an almost violent way. They ripped in his hands, but he didn't care as he pushed away the shredded remains. Pushing her dress slightly up her hips, he pushed into her without warning.
Jade grasped his shoulders, holding him close but at the same time trying to slow down his advance. It didn't work, and Beck kissed her again, closing his eyes so tightly. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries, but that was all he could mentally register. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to do. His mind was tired, his body was exhausted, and the frustration he felt was palpable to the air, currently being transformed into sexual consummation. She broke their kiss and returned his gesture, biting his throat so hard in passion that he was surprised he didn't feel blood trickling down his neck.
He went faster, a masochistic pride rising as he felt Jade's knees quiver on either sides of his hips with the effort to stay upright. He moved his head to her neck again, biting a little harder. Jade barely let her sound out, fully aware that they were in the middle of a classroom with an unlocked door. She was lost in the shockwaves and he was lost in his own head. He felt the thoughts of the brown-eyed girl grasping at the corners of his mind, but he pushed her away and just continued to roughly move inside of the blue-eyed girl currently in front of him. He felt Jade's walls tighten around him as they both finished, him leaning his head on her shoulder as he gasped in exhaustion, trying to catch his breath.
She leaned back on her elbows as he disconnected their bodies, discarding her tights altogether as she pulled her panties back over her hips. Beck turned away from her as he redressed as well, touching his neck gingerly and knowing she had left a hickey. He felt Jade hug him from behind, her nose pressed into his back as she breathed in.
"You smell like orange soap," she told him softly, her voice taking on a kinder tone. She sounded dazed, almost as if she were waking up from a dream. She sounded like a girl in love.
"Yeah?" he asked, not turning to face her.
"Pretty weird, considering you wore this yesterday, too," she said, her voice not accusing for once. Just curious. He had told her he had grabbed the first thing he could find that morning because he was late for school. She believed him. Her phone rang, breaking the moment as she broke away to answer it.
"Hello?" she answered, walking away to continue her conversation. Beck took the opportunity to take one of the discarded seats and rested his head on the table. His head still ached of headache, only now he was also light headed from the sexual encounter. Listening to the lull of Jade's conversations in the background, he heard the telltale signs that she was talking to her producer.
"Yeah, mhm, sure, yeah, I got it, bye." She placed a hand on his shoulder soothingly.
"I have to go," she told him softly. "But are we still on for tomorrow?"
Beck was grateful she couldn't see his face or the wince that now graced his features once he realized he had forgotten that they had made plans.
"Yeah, sounds good," he told her. She placed her face beside his in a rare display of affection, kissing his cheek gently.
"I love you," she told him, keeping her head beside his. This was a side of Jade the world never saw, a layer peeled back to reveal the kindness she was capable of. Beck knew this, and was disappointed in himself for not appreciating the rarity of the moment. His mind was somewhere else, and focused on someone else, entirely.
"I love you, too," he told her, hoping that she couldn't hear the distance in his voice.
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Tori bought another cup of coffee before she headed to the library, weaving through the aisles with no particular destination in mind. In the aftermath of her newest job revelation, Rider's pursuit of being "just friends" with her only escalated. He had tried to corner her after class, which Andre had put an immediate stop to. He had tried to catch her outside of the bathroom, where Cat had saved her. He had tried again before her next class, after he noticed Cat wasn't with her anymore. Robbie had unwittingly pulled her into one of his AV classes with him until he passed by. But now, Andre had gone to his part time job at a music store, Robbie had gone to his job at the puppet theater, and Cat had gone home to take a nap. She was alone.
Without her friends' defenses, Tori had opted to skip lunch in place of her coffee (her stomach still wasn't feeling right) and hide out until her last class, knowing one of the last places her ex would ever set foot in was the library. As she skimmed the bookshelves for some books of song lyrics to pass the time, she found her thoughts wandering back to Beck. He was mad at her. She knew that he would be, so it wasn't exactly a surprise. But she couldn't shake the discomfort that came with the realization. Tori wasn't one to deny when she was wrong, and she couldn't put off the urge to talk to him any longer. She took her phone out, getting ready to send him a text message when she bumped into somebody, a small amount of her coffee rushing from the cup's lid and spilling onto their shirt. She looked up immediately to say sorry, but the apology caught in her throat when she looked into Beck's eyes.
"First pizza, now coffee," he said to her, a mocking grin on his face that wasn't quite reaching his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Tori said, pulling a napkin out of her purse and swiping at the small wet spot.
"You know, if this shirt wasn't a dark color, you'd probably be making this worse," he told her, the joke falling a little flat at his lack of enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry," Tori whispered, pulling her hand back and cautiously looking up. He looked tired and a bit disheveled, but she was relieved to find that his eyes held no malice.
"Tori, it's really not a big deal. It's just a shirt."
"No, not the shirt. I'm sorry about this morning. I'm sorry about last night. I'm just sorry. I really, really am," she told him, her words rushing together and her voice rising slightly in panic. Beck winced, pressing two of his fingers gently to her lips.
"I thought people were supposed to be quiet in libraries," he whispered, pulling back his hand. She placed her own fingers over where his had just been, her mouth tingling.
"Is your hangover that bad?" she asked him sympathetically.
"Just a bit," he said, turning and leaning against the bookshelf. "I'm also starving and caffeine deprived at the moment."
"I'm sorry I don't have any food. Do you want my coffee?" she asked him, holding out her cup. He eyed it warily.
"I'm really picky when it comes to coffee," he told her earnestly. She shrugged, placing it on the shelf by his head.
"Well… just take it anyway," she said softly. They stood in silence, the awkward tension between them growing again. Tori attempted conversation, not wanting it to grow any more.
"Look, I really am-"
"Please don't say you're sorry again, Tori," he said to her, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "I don't really want my headache to get any worse."
"But-"
"I know you're sorry," he said to her, tone a little more sharp. "And I'll get over it. It's just gonna take me a little longer than a couple of hours." He was a little too far away for her liking, but when she took a step closer, he side-stepped one step farther. The small gesture was deserved, but it hurt her nonetheless. As if sensing her pain, he turned his head slowly and opened his eyes to look at her. She looked just as tired as he did.
"Are you really sorry about last night?" he asked her. Tori thought about the previous evening, the pleasant conversation, the bad food, and the night ending with him sleeping beside her. He had tried to pull her close and she wouldn't let him, and it wasn't just solely because he wasn't hers to hold. Beck was the farthest from Rider that could exist, and yet she kept them almost equidistant. She knew the reasons for avoiding Rider, but the reason her legs took off in opposite directions whenever she saw Beck still wasn't clear to her. She, like him, didn't like not knowing what was going on. Especially when it came to her own feelings.
"Yes," she said, swallowing hard as her voice cracked. He bridged their distance quickly at her response, taking two wide steps and standing directly in front of her.
"I don't believe you," he said, voice low and dangerous. She saw a flash of anger in his eyes, and it scared her a little bit.
"I should go," she said quickly, turning her body and attempting to move away. His arm shot out in front of her face, hand slamming into the bookshelf and blocking her path. He didn't say anything, and slowly, she turned her body to face his. She almost winced at his expression. She'd never seen him mad before.
"Stop running," he told her, placing his other arm on the other side of her head, boxing her in from both sides. "Just stop running and answer my question. Are you really sorry about last night?"
"Beck-" she started, but he cut her off.
"Because I'm not. I had a good time and enjoyed a beautiful girl's company. And I'm pretty sure she enjoyed mine too, considering the fact that SHE was the one who invited ME to sleepover. And I don't think she would have done that if she didn't enjoy my company as well? What do you think?" Tori turned her head to the side, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"I think that it doesn't even matter whether I enjoyed your company or not."
"Why does it not matter?"
"Because what are we supposed to do now?" Tori shot back, turning her head to face him with a newly lit fire of frustration in her own eyes. "You have a girlfriend, Beck. I feel like you and me, we just keep fucking up. We don't even know what the fuck we're doing. We keep ending up together late at night, doing God knows what, and that's not good for anyone. It's not good for you. It's not good for me. I mean, what the hell is gonna happen next?"
Beck kissed her, silencing her questions. Tori's eyes widened in surprise as she tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her. He was relentless, his hands cupping either side of her face. This kiss was nothing like the gentle one he had placed on her lips the night before. It was fueled by need, and Tori could feel herself succumbing under his advances.
He bit her lip, causing her to yelp in surprise before he silenced her with his mouth again. This time she responded, her mouth trying to keep up with his ferocity. She felt his finger slowly trace down her neck, down her collarbone, between her breasts, and down her stomach before finally sweeping sideways to her hip. He brought his arm around her back and pulled her in closer, crushing their hips together.
Tori vaguely felt something pressing against her leg, but her head was swimming as she got lost in him. He smelled like the Palmolive she had used to wash his shirt, and something else she couldn't quite place. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, consuming her and making her go under. Cautiously, she placed her hands on his shoulders, bringing them up to brush the side of his neck in an attempt to pull him even closer.
Abruptly, Beck pulled away, causing Tori's eyes to open in surprise as their disconnection instantly grounded her. Confused, she reached out to him, but stopped short when she saw his neck. His hand brushed a giant hickey, almost a bruise. She came to the realization that she must have hurt him when her fingers brushed it. An even bigger realization dawned on her when she realized he hadn't had it last night or this morning when she saw him in class.
Tori turned her head to look around, grateful that no one was around to see what had just transpired between the two. She adjusted herself, biting her lip slightly as she felt her panties sticking to her. They were soaked. As she made to say something to him, she thought better of it, quickly licking her lips and swallowing her question. But as she did this, she caught the aftertaste he had left in her mouth; chocolate and strawberries. Just like the ones Jade was eating this morning. The clues clicked in her head so abruptly that she felt a sharp pain grace her temple at the realization of it all.
"Ow," she said, placing her hand to her forehead. Beck turned to her, concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out. But she slapped his hand away and just looked at him. He was with Jade. He had spent the night with her, kissed her, and, somewhere in the interim of the day, had found the time to fuck another girl. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours.
She shouldn't have been upset. She knew this. Jade was his girlfriend, and she, Tori, was nowhere close, not at all. They hadn't even known each other that long, and the tears prickling at her eyes, trying to get out, were an insult. She was stronger than this. She had spent so long with Rider and not felt a surge of emotion like this. What was wrong with her?
"How's Jade?" Tori asked shakily, blinking back tears. Beck blinked, the realization dawning on him that she had some idea of what he had been doing in her absence. He looked at her face, focusing in on her mouth, and then looked at the ground.
"She's good," he answered.
"I bet," Tori snapped icily, turning away and heading towards the door. He picked her coffee cup up from the shelf and followed her.
"Tori, wait."
"I'm late for class."
"Would you let me explain?"
"You don't have to explain anything to me. What you do with your girlfriend is none of my business."
"Come on!"
"I don't want to talk to you right now," Tori said, walking through the library doors and coming face to face with her ex, who was passing by on his way to class.
"Tori," Rider said, shooting her a smile. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"I bet," Tori said, rolling her eyes. A second later, Beck had burst out the door behind her. He didn't say anything, immediately assessing the situation. He looked from Tori, to Rider, and then back to Tori again. Rider, having no idea what was going on, shot Beck a bright smile as well.
"Hey man, what's up?"
"Not much," Beck said, his eyes not leaving Tori's. "Just... Tori forgot her coffee."
He held out the cup to her, but she didn't take it.
"I told you, you can have it."
"I told you I'm picky about coffee."
"I'll buy you a new cup, babe," Rider said, taking her hand. "You're late for class anyway." Tori shook his hand away, annoyed.
"I'm not your 'babe'," she said, shooting him an exasperated glare. "I told you this."
"Well, coffee on me anyway?" Rider asked. She was almost sickened by the desperation in his voice. As if sensing she was going to say no, Rider shot back another argument.
"It's on the way to class anyway."
Tori looked between the two boys. She didn't want to be around either of them now, but they had one very big difference. One was an annoyance, harmless really. Predictable. The other one was… well, none of those things. She needed to get away.
Beck held out her cup to her, conveying a very obvious message as he did. Stay.
"Okay, one cup. And I want tea," Tori said, turning away from Beck and, by default, denying him of his request.
"Awesome," Rider said, grinning as they started to walk away. He turned to look at Beck one last time before they turned the corner.
"She makes the best coffee, dude. You should definitely at least try a sip." And they were gone.
Beck stood stunned as they turned the corner, not quite believing what he had just seen. He and Tori had recently began learning a lot about each other, and while he didn't claim to know her best, he knew enough to know that she absolutely despised Rider. Which meant that she had despised him more in that moment to pick her ex-boyfriend's company over his. The thought was enough to seep into his skin, making him feel as though a rabid animal was trying to claw out of his stomach and chase the other boy down.
Sighing, Beck took a sip of the cup in his hand. Incredulously, he pulled it back and stared at it. It was a little cold, but it was delicious. It almost wasn't a surprise that he liked the way she made coffee, he thought. She was like magic, the way she made him when she was around him. Even her coffee tasted good.
Not as good as her…
Taking out his phone, Beck dialed a number. He knew he couldn't ask for advice, couldn't talk about the situation outright considering the circumstances, but still. He needed to talk to someone.
"Hey man," Beck said as the recipient picked up the phone. "Got time to talk?" As the caller on the other end told him, yes, Beck let out a long breath that he didn't know he was holding.
"Cool, see you in 20 minutes."
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Hi everyone! I'm sorry this is late. I don't know if this is obvious but I had a bit of writer's block:/. I have a lot of good ideas but unfortunately they are conflicting with my school schedule. I have a test Monday and a final next Monday. I'll try and get something out in that time frame, but I make no promises. As always, PLEASE REVIEW. Thanks:0)