Hey, babes! Here is chapter 2 of Forbidden Love. Sorry if it feels like a filler. Like I said, I was rewriting a lot of it. Also, sorry about any typos. I try to take my time but some still sneak in there every now and then. Also, thank you to H4ppyHippie for being my first review and fav. This is all from Jade's POV also. I know that the story has Beck as a main character but I was experimenting with having Jade have her own voice this go around. Let know what you think. If you like, great. If you don't like it I'll switch it back. Okay, I'm sure that's everything. Now without further ado, ENJOY! R&R!

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-The Next Day-

Jade's POV:

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring beside my head. Panicking, I jumped awake and quickly calmed down when I realized what it was. "Stupid clock." I half-laughed, half-scolded. At least, I don't have to go back to sleep. I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that Beck was being chased by a mad man and he couldn't seem to get away. It was awful. I decided to stop dwelling on it. It was just a dream and I was awake and Beck was completely safe. I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text anyway. Just to be sure. I left my phone on my side table and went to take a shower. He'll text back soon. I hope.

After showering and washing my hair, I got out of the shower and went into my room to pick out some clothes for school. At this point with only two months left, most people have just stopped caring about looking nice for school. It's actually hilarious. Almost everybody at school looks like they all came from a massive sleepover and didn't bother to switch out of their pajamas. However, I still like to look nice. I go to a performance arts school. There are writers and producers and talent scouts roaming around the building all the time. I wouldn't want any of them to pass me up on letting me show my talents because I looked homeless.

I put on a bra and some underwear and went to my closet. I picked out a pair of black leggings and a long dark green tank top. Looking in the mirror, I debated on whether I felt like doing a full face of makeup or just some eyeliner and mascara. I decided on the latter. I walked over to my vanity and as I walked by my side table, my phone went off. It was Beck answering me back.

Jade: Hey, babe. What time are you picking me up?

Beck 3: Sorry, babe. I forgot to tell you. I blew a tire last night when I pulled into my yard. I'm catching a ride on the bus.

I read the message over and over about ten times. What the hell? Beck hasn't ridden the bus in like, four years. Even if something happened to his truck. He always caught a ride with Andre and his grandmother, or just Andre when Andre got his license. Or me when I got my license. Something's fishy.

Jade: Why didn't you just ride with Andre?

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Beck 3: It was so last minute, I didn't want to bother him. I'm fine. I'll see you when you get to school. Love you.

I was sat on my bed now, staring at my phone with a weird look on my face. 'Why was Beck acting so strange? Does it have something to do with my dream? Whoa, Jade. You freak. That was a damn dream. You are reading way too much into this', I thought to myself. Forgetting to put on any makeup at all at this point, I grabbed my backpack and tossed my phone in it and headed downstairs. When I got downstairs, I grabbed a coffee cup and poured some leftover coffee from this morning that my mom made before she went to work, into it. I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door. I wanted to get to school as fast as possible. I needed to see Beck.

I got to school faster than usual. Not because I was speeding. I was just...hurrying. Okay, I was speeding. But I didn't get pulled over and no one died, so it's fine. I got out of the car and ran to the school building. It felt like every second that I wasn't with Beck, something had that much more of a reason to go wrong. But this boy was nowhere to be found. I looked by his locker, he wasn't there. I looked in Sikowitz' room, wasn't there. I looked around the asphalt cafe, the blackbox theater, hell, I even looked in Lane's office. He was nowhere to be found. I was panicking again. My heart was racing, mostly from running around the school so much. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grab my sides. I was so deep in thought that I screamed way louder than I should have. I turned around and there he was. Beck. My Beck. He didn't look so happy to see me though.

He was looking at me at all, actually. He was looking ahead of me and beside us and behind himself. I followed his eyes and realized that everyone in the hallway was staring at us. I felt so embarrassed. I straightened up my face and my clothes. "What the fuck are you guys looking at?" I yelled in every direction. The people staring started scrambling and turning their heads and pretending to check their phones. I sighed in relief and looked back to Beck.

He was smiling at me and grabbed me up into a hug. I hugged him back tightly. All of the worrying that I had been doing for the past hour had subsided. He was in my arms and he looked fine. That was all that mattered. We let go of each other and had a quick kiss. "You know I've been worrying about you all morning." I said to him when we pulled apart. He looked curious. "Why's that?" He asked, taking my hand and pulling me over to his locker. "I don't know. I just find it super strange that you took the bus this morning. Why did you take the bus?" "I told you why. My truck has a flat tire." He said.

I raised my eyebrow up at him. He sighed and turned to me. Giving me his full attention. "I went out this morning to go to school. I got into my truck and started it up. When the key turned over, I got a flashing light that my tire pressure was low. So I got out and looked at them all. One of them has a nail in it. It was totally flat. I don't know how I didn't see it when I walked up to the truck the first time. Anyway, it was already 7:12. I figured that eveybody was already at school. We had class in eighteen minutes. So I just caught the bus down the street. Simple as that." He finished. I wish that there was something in his story that I could catch him on but it all made sense. I was still skeptical. I had a feeling that my dream was still on my mind and it was driving my thoughts. "Okay," I started. "..that makes sense. I just-I don't know. Look, I had a bad dream about you last night. I don't want to get into details, but I'm just still kind of skeeved out. I'm sorry for acting so dumb."

Beck wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. I leaned into him. "You're so sweet." I swatted at his stomach lightly for calling me sweet. I'm not a birthday cake. "Jade. I'm okay. I promise. Look, I don't want to be here right now. I didn't get much sleep myself because I was working on a script that's on Friday. Why don't we just ditch school and go back to your house and hang out?" He suggested. That sounded like music to my ears. I didn't have anything important to do at school today. All of my assignments were turned in. I was an aid for four of my seven classes. "Yeah. That sounds awesome." I agreed. We held hands and walked out of the front door. I handed Beck my car keys. I really didn't feel like driving. We got into my cars and put our bags in the back seat.

Beck started the car and pulled out of the school parking lot and started driving back to my house. As we were driving I got a really strange feeling. Almost like someone was following us. 'Jade,' I thought. '..you need to calm down. You're fine. Beck's fine. Nobody is following anybody. Just chill.' I took a deep breath and looked over at Beck. He was so handsome. I love him so much. I'm so happy to have him in my life. And because of that, I would know if something was wrong. Beck would tell me. We tell each other everything. I smiled to myself and turned the radio on. Everything is okay...I hope.

And there's chapter 2. What did you think? Do you believe Beck? Do you think he's telling the truth? Do you think Jade's just being paranoid? Or is Beck lying about having a flat tire? Let me know where your head is at. Thank you. God bless. *kiss*