They sat watching a movie on his laptop, his arms around her. She was wearing a black tank top and black demin jeans, and he was wearing ripped jeans and his red flannel T-shirt he sometimes gave her. As the credits came on the screen, he looked out the bulletproof glass widnows at the inky black night.

"I wonder what tomorrow will be like," Beck said, thinking out loud. He was surprisd when she jerked away from him to lie down on his bed.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he closed his laptop.

"Nothing," Jade snapped.

"Why are you so unenthusiastic about Monday?" he asked, lying down next to her. "Every time I bring it up you get uncomfortable."

"Shut up," she moaned, sitting up, pushing him away. He stared at her trying to figure out what was wrong with her. There was something that was off. Every time he brought up the idea of going back to school she changed the subject. The last time they had actually gone to school they had been broken up. That's when it clicked in him.

"Hey, Jade." She turned as he sat up to face her.

"Does the idea of going back to school make you nervous?"

She put on her best surprised look, but he saw straight through it. "Why would the idea of going back to school make me nervous?"

"Because we're together again, and it's new to you." Jade stared at him, looking wide-eyed and unreadable. He leaned in and kissed her. "It's OK. I'm nervous, too."

She pushed him away again, looking skeptical. "Beck," she started to say, but he put a finger to her lips.

"Sshh,. It's alright. We'll be fine. Plus," he added admittedly, running a hand through his hair, "I want to make sure everyone knows you're mine again." She laughed at that, which was good.

"Like kissing me in front of the entire school wasn't enough." Jade nodded. "Right. That's hilarious."

Just don't get too jealous tomorrow, Beck thought. Then he pushed her down on the bed and kissed her.

"Tomorrow, just stay close to me," she said, before closing her eyes and allowing him to kiss the breath out of her.