~ Sunday, October 25th - 12:18 AM ~

Neither one of them could believe what had happened.

André thought that Tori didn't really understand what he was asking her.

"Uh, I asked if you wanted to go out next week on a real date."

{I heard you… but I can't go out with you next week.}

André felt awkward; Tori had said she could see the two of them dating and yet now she doesn't want to go out with him?

"Is something wrong?" he asked, deeply concerned.

{No, nothing's wrong. It's just that… I'm seeing someone.}

"Oh! Okay, good for you…" André responded, trying to find the right words, "He's a lucky guy."

{Yeah… he is. L-look, I've got to get up early, so I'll talk to you later. Okay, bye.}

She quickly hung up the phone, leaving André to only wonder about what had happened.

He sat there. Thinking.

What the fuck just happened?

He wasn't surprised that Tori was dating someone.

He was surprised by how quickly his mind stopped focusing on Jade.

For the past week, his mind had been thinking about Jade nonstop. But for those last few minutes that he was on the phone with Tori…

It all vanished.

Who's not to say that André was acting on his feelings for Jade, by listening to her?

And who's not to say that maybe he was trying to make himself like Tori more than a friend, just so he can forget about Jade?

Things just went from messed up to fucked up for the life of André Harris.

~ Friday, November 19th - 1:01 AM ~

So far a month has passed and things had gone back to normal within the Gang... except for one thing.

You see after André gave her the final version of 365 Days, Jade had slowly become fixated with the song.

After all, she had found out that the song was really about her.

Hell, it was to a point where she would listen to it at least once a day.

And tonight was no exception.

Lying in her bed, Jade felt so relaxed. Her PearPod SpeakerDock was softly playing 365 Days on loop. She'd never quite enjoyed listening to a song like this before.

…Tuesday, I wrote you this song.

Wednesday, I wait outside your door.

Even though I know it's wrong…

Jade felt so different now. Ever since André admitted his feelings for her a month ago, she had been thinking about him more than usual.

Of course, she did know that she already had a great, loving boyfriend, but…

She couldn't stop thinking about André.

…I want you all to myself.

(All to myself)…

Slowly she drifted to go to sleep. The song still playing on loop.

Her mind was still on André…

7:11 AM?

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Somebody was pounding on the door.

"Whaaaaat?!" Jade groaned, irritated at being awoken.

"Jade, you have a visitor!" shouted Mrs. West as she continued to bang on the door.

"If it's Tori, tell her to leave. If it's Robbie, call the police. If it's Cat-"

"No, it's André."

Jade quickly jumped out of the bed and ran to the mirror.

Her hair was tangled, the nightwear she wore had tears in them, and she had a bit of drool on her lip which she quickly wiped away.

"Ah, I look great," she said to herself, as she turned off her PearPod and went to open the door.

Mrs. West and André stood there, both with a look of surprise at how she looked.

"Hi, Jade, you look… wonderful," said André, who was trying to find the right words.

"Jade, I seriously need to get rid of all of those torn-up clothes that you love to keep." said Mrs. West, clearly upset at what she was wearing, "You'll so pretty in a nice pink or yellow-"

"Do you seriously want me to hurl?" asked Jade, as she leaned against the door frame.

"Why do I even try?" sighed her mom, as she walked down the hallway leaving André and Jade by themselves, "I'm going to work. It was nice seeing you, André."

"You, too. Mrs. West." André replied.

"And Jade, please remember to feed Buckles before you leave!" Mrs. West shouted from downstairs.

"I know, Mom," said Jade.

"And don't forget to lock up when you leave for school!" yelled Mrs. West.

"Alright, already! God."

The sound of the back door slamming could be heard and then it was quiet.

Jade then motioned to André to come into her room.

"So what did you come here for?" she asked as she sat on her bed.

"Uh… I came here to say thanks for helping me with my song." André said hesitantly, sitting in the nearest chair.

Jade knew he was lying. Why would he come over to her house, at 7 in the morning, just to tell her thanks?

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Lying about why you're really here."

"You could easily tell, couldn't you?"

"You suck at lying." smiled Jade, "So, yeah, I could easily tell."

André stood up and began pacing back and forth.

"André, sit down." Jade said, grabbing his arm and making him sit on the bed, "Now… tell me what you have to tell me."

Taking a deep breath, André looked deep into her eyes.

"Jade, you know that I like you… a lot, and I know that you think that Tori is good for me. But I can't picture myself with anyone else." he said, as he held her hand.

Jade just sat there, unprepared for what she was about to hear.

She questioned nothing, rather awaiting for the moment to reveal itself.

"Jade, I don't care about Tori and I don't care about Beck," André added, becoming more at ease, "I want you… all to myself. No one else."

Jade didn't know what was going through her mind. But it was like a spark was ignited and she had no control over the flames that were growing.

She leaped on André and they began kissing fervently. Did they care that what they were doing was immoral? Absolutely not.

The two continued kissing one other, grabbing each other's hair, and fondling one another. They didn't want this to end.

"Mom's gone to work and my brother's at school." she smirked, as she straddled André, "Ready to keep this going?"

"Thought you'd never ask," grinned André, as the two of them began kissing again.

Gradually the two began taking off each other's clothes.

The excitement between them was insane.

They knew they were wrong.

Yet they still kept going.

While he gently kissed Jade's neck, André whispered, "Let me go first."

Slowly moving downward, he laid a path of kisses that went from her nipples to her naval, and then to her thighs.

His teasing nearly drove her insane.

Fuck he's good...

It took her even more by surprise once André started eating her out.

He was steady with his technique, yet there was still a sense of urgency.

An urgency to please the one he loved as best he could.

The buildup sent chills up her spine and her once pale skin turned the softest shade of red.

Involuntarily, Jade gripped her sheets tightly, as she let out a soft moan and threw her head back-

~ 4:56 AM ~

"André…" she sighed, as she sat up… only to realize that she had been dreaming.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed, out of breath, as she noticed she was sweating profusely.

Wait... she was sweating.

Sweating!

All because of a dream about André.

"This can't be happening. No, this cannot be happening!" she panicked, as she got up and turned off the PearPod.

Standing in front of her vanity mirror, she gazed at her reflection. The song was still playing in her head.

I want you all to myself.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck!" she yelled, as she threw her PearPod at the wall, "Great, now I have to get a new one."

She was afraid.

Her once tiny feelings for André, have now exploded into something unfathomable.

As she sat down on the floor and cried softly, she knew things were now more complicated than ever.

Here was a girl, afraid of her feelings.

Unable to decide, where her heart truly lies.