A/N: I apologize that it has taken me so long to get this next chapter up. My personal life has been absolute hell lately, and has made it so I had little desire or inspiration for writing. Things have seemed to calm down somewhat now, so I am hopeful that I will begin to update more regularly again.

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Freak the Freak Out

Part Four

"You and Cat really should have won tonight," Beck says as he pulls into my dad's driveway.

"Yeah, well I think I've got a plan on how to get those skanks back," I tell him, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Oh yeah?" Beck asks smiling, and unbuckles his own and leans towards me, nudging my side with his elbow. "Do tell."

I just shake my head and smile coyly.

"Fine, don't tell me," Beck groans. "Why did your dad up your curfew time?" he asks, glancing at the clock on his dashboard.

"Ugh, because I got an A- on my last math test," I answer, still pissed about the whole lecture I got for not getting a perfect score.

"Your dad is such an asshole," Beck says, shaking his head in disbelief. "My dad would probably throw me a party if I ever got an A- on a math test."

"Yeah, well an 'A- in the West household is unacceptable.'" I mimic my father and sigh. "Nothing I do will ever be good enough for that man."

"Jade," Beck says, leaning over the middle console and threading his right hand thru my hair and resting his palm on my cheek. "You are enough," he says, lightly stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You are amazing."

I smile sadly. "I don't think he will ever see anything in me other than disappointment," I tell him honestly.

Beck raises his other hand and cradles my other cheek in his palm. "You could never be a disappointment Jade," he tells me, and then leans in for a kiss. His tongue brushes against my lips and I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. What started off as a gentle, sweet kiss suddenly becomes more. I have a desperate urge to feel him, and I clammer over the center console and manage to straddle Beck's lap.

"Jade, we're in your dad's driveway," he manages to say between kisses.

"I don't care," I mutter into his ear, and I begin to start slowly grinding my hips on him. Beck lets out a strangled moan and slams his lips back into mine in a punishing kiss. I feel his right hand creep up my shirt and let out a moan of my own once his hand cups my breast.

"Ahem!" we both hear someone loudly clear their throat at the same time as the driver's side door flings open.

I instantly try to fling myself backwards and off of Beck's lap at the same time as Beck pulls his hand out from under my shirt. Unfortunately all I manage to do is jam my back into the steering wheel and honk the horn.

"Jade!" my father hisses at me. "The neighbors!" he looks around to see if anyone has come out because of the loud horn. "Get out of the car right now!"

Beck gets out awkwardly and I follow him out of the car, our entangles limbs leaving nothing to the imagination of what we were previously doing.

"Mr. West, sir, I'm so sor-" Beck begins to say before being interrupted by my father..

"There is nothing you could possibly say to me right now," my father stiffly cuts off Beck's apology. "I suggest you just leave."

Beck nods, and glances at me. "Are you going to be okay?" he mouths to me, and I just give him a slight smile and nod my head.

"Jade. Inside. Now!" my dad says and for once I don't argue with him and just follow his orders.

I walk inside my dad's house, and I hear him stride in behind me.

"Jade-" he begins to lecture me, but I cut him off.

"We weren't doing anything!" I try to stop his lecture before it begins.

"Then why exactly was his hand up your shirt?" my dad asks coldly.

"Um…." I trail off, unable to think up a good excuse.

"That's what I thought," my dad says piously. "I will not have you acting like a harlot in my own driveway!" my dad yells. "What would the neighbors say?"

"Because all the neighbors are looking outside their windows at 10:30 at night," I scoff, rolling my eyes. "We wouldn't want them to think I had a social life or anything."

Smack!

The next thing I know my dad has slapped me across my face, and I feel the sharp sting across my left cheek.

"I will not have any child of mine acting like a whore in my own driveway!" he screamed at me, a vein protruding from his neck. "You will respect the rules of this house!"

"And what are the rules exactly? Don't let the neighbors know I have a boyfriend?" I yell back at him, frustrated.

"Don't let them see you acting like a slut!" my father screams at me., and I see my little brother and stepmom come to the top of the staircase.

"That's right," I say, my tone flat and devoid of emotion. "We wound't want the neighbors to see we aren't perfect," I say as I begin to walk up the staircase. All I want to do is disappear into my room and forget this whole night ever even happened.

"So where is your trophy?" my dad sneers at me, pointedly looking at my empty hands. "Did you forget it in that punk's car?" he asks me.

"Beck's not a punk," I tell him. "And I didn't get one," I admit to him, without turning around.

"Oh, that's too bad Sweetie," the stepmonster says condescendly.

"Surprise surprise," my dad mutters.

"That's not fair!" Jackson proclaims loudly. "You're the best singer in the world Jade."

I can't help but smile at him as I reach the top of my stairs and reach out to ruffle his hair. "Too bad you weren't the judge tonight Little Man," I pull him into a hug. "Thank you," I whisper into his ear.

"Jackson, you should be in bed right now," my father says sternly. "Amanda, see him to his bedroom and make sure he stays there," he orders my stepmom, and she immediately complies. "Jade, go to your room. I do not want to see you out of there for the rest of the night," he tells me, narrowing his eyes. "I need to discuss certain things with your mother. I'll deal with you in the morning."

I open my mouth to have a smart ass reply, but think better of it and close my mouth and swallow down the nasty retort. Pissing my dad off even more right now is probably not the best option. I stomp to my room and quickly slam the door, effectively shutting out my dad and all his bullshit.

I swallow down the lump in my throat. I refuse to cry and let my dad have that kind of control over me.

My phone dings in my pocket, and I grab it out of my pocket and throw it on my bed. I strip off my shirt and shimmy out of my pants before throwing an old Ramones tee shirt over my head. I grab my phone, plop down onto my bed and open up the text.

You and Cat looked hot tonight singing Give It Up. It's a shame your dad had to ruin such an intimate moment between you and your boyfriend. Don't worry, I'll make you scream louder than he ever could.

I chuck my phone across the room and crawl back on my bed until my back is up against the headboard, wrapping my arms around my legs, hugging them to my chest. I start to rock back and forth. "No, no, no," I tell myself, trying to ignore all the warning sirens going off in my head.

This can't be happening again.

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