Chapter Six: All To Myself
Neither one of them could believe what had happened.
Andre 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."
Andre felt awkward; Tori had just said that she could possibly see the two of them being together and yet she doesn't want to go out with him?
"Is something wrong?" he asked, deeply concerned.
How could she do this?
She loved him.
She knew this.
But she didn't want to be with Andre…
Unless he wanted to be with her, not because Jade suggested it.
She wanted to be with Andre on terms where Jade is nothing but a friend to him.
And right now, she knew that Jade was still on Andre's mind.
He just didn't have the nerve to tell her.
"No… nothing's wrong. It's just that… I'm seeing someone." she blurted.
"Oh… okay… good for you…" said Andre, slowly, "He's a… lucky guy."
"Yeah… he is…" said Tori, trying to hold back her tears, "Look, I've got to get up early, so I'll talk to you later. Okay, bye."
She quickly hung up the phone, leaving Andre to only wonder about what had happened.
He laid there thinking. Just thinking.
What the hell had just happened?
He wasn't surprised by the fact that Tori was already dating someone.
He was surprised by how quickly his mind stopped focusing on Jade.
For the past three days, his mind had been thinking about Jade nonstop. But for those five minutes that he was on the phone with Tori…
It all vanished.
Andre didn't know whether or not he was really in love with Jade or… if he was starting to develop feelings for Tori.
But wait… he just started thinking about Tori because of Jade's advice where she said that Tori and him would look great as a couple.
So who's not to say that Andre 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 Andre Harris.
It was 3 a.m.
Jade West was quickly drifting to sleep. Her was PearPod playing 365 Days on loop. She'd never quite enjoyed listening to a song like this before.
After all, she had recently found out that the song was really about her…
But in a good way, not one of those "You broke my heart, so I'm gonna embarrass you with this song" song.
** …Tuesday, I wrote you this song. Wednesday, I wait outside your door. Even though I know it's wrong… **
Jade felt different that night. Usually if a guy, who wasn't her boyfriend, wrote her a song, she'd glue their fingers together and tie them to a flagpole with a sign that read "Worst Songwriter Ever."
She has actually done this. I'm not even kidding.
But with Andre, that wasn't the cast. Ever since he admitted his feelings for Jade earlier that night, she had been thinking about him more than usual.
Of course, she did know that she already had a great, loving boyfriend, but…
She just couldn't stop thinking about Andre.
** …I want you all to myself. (All to myself)… **
She slowly began to go to sleep. The song still playing on loop.
Her mind still on Andre…
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Somebody was pounding on the door.
"Whaaaaat?!" Jade said, aggravated to be awoken.
"Jade, you have a visitor!" said Jade's mom, who 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 Andre."
Jade quickly jumped out of the bed and ran to the mirror.
Her hair was completely tangled.
Her black and blue colored nightwear had tears in them from overuse.
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.
Jade's mom and Andre stood there, both with a look of surprise by how she looked.
"Hi, Jade… you look… wonderful." said Andre, 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 her mom, looking 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?" said her mom, as she walked down the stairs leaving Andre and Jade by themselves, "I'm going to work, so remember to lock up when I leave."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." said Jade, without much care.
"And don't forget that your brother is next door!" her mother yelled from the kitchen.
"Alright, already! God."
The sound of the back door slamming could be heard and then it was quiet.
Jade then motioned to Andre to come into her room.
"So… what did you come here for?" she asked.
"Uh… I came here to… tell you thanks for helping me with my song." Andre said hesitantly, sitting in the nearest chair.
Jade knew he was lying. Why would he come over to the house, at 10 in the morning, just to tell her thanks?
There was something else he wasn't telling her.
"Stop that." she said.
"Lying about why you're really here."
"You could easily tell, couldn't you?"
"You're not a good liar and you're not good at hiding your feelings. So, yeah, I could easily tell." she said, with a smile.
Andre stood up and began pacing around the room.
Jade realized that this must have been something really serious or else he would have told her already.
"Andre sit down, okay." she said, grabbing Andre's arm and making him sit on the bed, "Now… tell me what you have to tell me."
Andre took a deep breath and looked deep in Jade's eyes.
"Jade… you know that I like you… a lot, and I know that you think that Tori and me are perfect together, but… I can't picture myself with anyone else." he said, as he held Jade's hand.
Jade just sat there, unprepared for what she was about to hear.
She didn't know what was going on and at the same time, she didn't care.
The girl was at ease. A soothing feeling overtaking her. She questioned nothing, rather await for the moment to reveal itself.
"Jade… I don't care about Tori and I don't care about Beck," said Andre, becoming more at ease, "I want you… all to myself. No one else, just me and you."
Jade didn't know what was going through her mind. It was as if a spark was ignited and she had no control over the flames that were growing.
Jade quickly leapt towards Andre and began kissing him. Did she care that what she was doing was wrong? Absolutely not.
Did he care that what he was doing was immoral. Nope, not at all.
The two continued kissing one other, grabbing each other's hair, touching one another. They didn't want this to end.
Jade then got up from the bed and locked her room door.
"Mom's going to work and my brother's at his friend's house." she said, as she jumped back on the bed and on top of Andre, "Ready to keep this going?"
"Thought you'd never ask." Andre said, as the two of them began kissing again.
Slowly the two began taking off each other's clothes.
The excitement between them was insane.
They knew they were wrong. They knew it.
Yet they still kept going.
While Jade was laying on top of Andre and kissing him on the neck, Andre said to her, "Let me go first."
He quickly flipped Jade on her back and began kissing her. Slowly he moved down her body and kissed ever inch of it.
It drove her insane, he was so good at teasing her.
Much better than Beck
It got even more exciting once Andre went inside of her, the penetrating feeling sent chills down her spine.
She gripped her pillow tightly, as she let out a sexy moan and threw her head back.
"…Andre…" she said, as she sat up… only to realize that she had been dreaming.
"What the hell?" she said, as she noticed that she was breathing hard and sweating a lot.
She was sweating…
Because of a dream she had about Andre.
"This can't be happening. No, this cannot be happening!" she said, as she got up and turned off the PearPod.
She stood there looking at the silent PearPod. The song 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."
Jade was afraid.
Her once tiny feelings for Andre, have now exploded into something uncontrollable.
As she laid down on the floor and cried softly, she knew things were now more complicated than ever.
Here lies a girl, afraid of her feelings. Unable to decide, where her heart truly