Jade woke up in the morning, trying to remember her surroundings. She spotted a tan arm wrapped around her torso, and clothes thrown all around the room.
Then she realized what had happened the night before. She swore, running her hands through her hair.
She was about twenty minutes away from Hollywood Arts, and school started in fifteen minutes.
She shook him. When he didn't wake up, she tried waking him up with a kiss, which he reciprocated nicely.
"Beck, I need you to give me a ride! I'm late!" She scrambled. "Oh and get me some clothes."
Beck found her comfortableness with him rather amusing as he rolled onto his side. She was already ordering him around and he had only known her for a night.
She scrambled into his shower without asking permission, coming out eight minutes later to find a red plaid shirt and a pair of jeans laying on his bed.
"It was the only thing I could find that I thought would fit you," Beck told her.
"No, it's good," she told him, stepping into his clothes as he watched her, smirking.
"You look good in my clothes," he commented. She blushed, but she hid it with a smirk.
She flew in front of his mirror to examine her appearance.
She looked hot. She was wearing brighter colors than usual, but it was all she had. It seemed rather scandalous.
"So where am I taking you exactly?" He yawned, handing her a cup of coffee.
"You'll find out when you get there," she told him, picking up her cup of coffee.
"That's black coffee. There's sugar in the cabinet and creme and milk in the fridge. I didn't know how you like it."
"Black with two sugars," she answered, grabbing the packets of sugar and following Beck to his car.
Once she hopped in his car, she realized she never finished her short story from last night. She entered the street name of her school into the address into his GPS, scrambling to open her short story.
Jade West didn't do anything halfway; she was going to work on the short story throughout lunch and study hall, and she would turn it in at the end of the day for ten points taken off. Jade never turned in work that was halfway done.
"So why am I dropping you off on the side of the road?"
"I don't want you to know everything about me, right? Don't you like to have some mystery, Mystery Boy?" She smirked, making him laugh, shaking his head.
She didn't want him to realize she was in high school, because he would probably make a big deal out of it, so she told him to drop her off around the corner from the school.
Jade wasn't lying... technically. She was just omitting the truth. They are two completely different things. Beck never asked her how old she was.
Sometimes, things can seem insignificant, and then later, people learn that those things are one of the most significant things. This was one of those moments.
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Beck called Jade two days later, asking if she wanted to go out again.
She agreed.
They ended up staying in Beck's apartment for the night, talking.
"So. Tell me about yourself."
"Tell you about what?" Jade asked, sipping the glass of wine Beck had given her.
"What do you like?" Beck shrugged.
"I love coffee. I drink it a lot. I like bunnies," she shrugged. "I love acting and singing, but I really like writing plays. I like when people I hate feel pain. I really love scissors," she smiled, pulling the pair out of her combat boots.
"You just carry scissors around with you?" He asked incredulously.
"I have 23 pairs and of scissors currently in my possession," she said.
He smiled.
"That's um...different."
Jade narrowed her eyes at him for a second.
"Look, I'm going to give you a warning, Beck. I've been going nice on you because I like you, but almost everyone is know is afraid of me. I use intimidation to get what I want, and some of the guys I have been with don't like that."
"You like me?" He grinned.
"Was that the only thing you got out of what I just said?" Jade asked.
"Pretty much. And also you claim to be intimidating. I don't see it," he teased, making her glare at him.
Yeah, she liked Beck a lot, although she wasn't going to tell him that.
"So what about you, Mystery Boy?" She teased him with the nickname. "All I know is that you're tan, hot, you're a good lay, and you tried to give me advice on writing, claiming you're an actor. What else do you do?"
"I'm from Canada," he shrugged.
"Ew. I slept with a Canadian?" Jade groaned.
He laughed. "You hate a lot of things."
"That is true," she confirmed. "So, Beckett, why do you act?"
"I think it's the easiest way to express how I'm feeling. I have a hard time expressing my own feelings, but when I do it thorough another character, my emotions just come out. I don't know why," he shrugged, making her smirk.
"What about you, Mrs. Quadruple threat? You claim you act, sing, dance, and write plays."
"It's not just a claim," she said. "It's true."
"Well then, Jadelyn, why do you do it?"
"I just like it. It's what I've always done," she shrugged.
He nodded.
"Wanna eat now?"
"Or, we could reconvene on your bed for some late night festivities."
"That sounds fun too," he grinned.
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