Most Beautiful

Chapter 10: paris?

"Paris" he growled. "I'm going out with Vanessa tomorrow"

"Oh... Okay then" I turned around and ran up the stairs.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

Is he really sorry? Is he just mad because I like him now not before.

I ran into my room and slammed my door. I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes tight. One tear fell from my eyes.

Why does it hurt so much? He doesn't even mean that much to me. I don't mean anything to him.

Ok I lied. He means like a lot to me. I think I mean a lot to him as well.

I will win him back. Make him fall for me again.

I have to think of something. Something. Anything.

Then I thought of it. It was devious, but it was planed and it was brilliant

The plan was simple. I just had to make Vanessa leave in the middle of their date.

I had to completely destroy the love they have.

I got up. I had to know some of the information from there little "date."

"Beck?" I knocked on his door. I tried to get on his good side. I smiled and twirled my hair around my finger.

"Yes?" He opened the door.

Maybe if I'm like Vanessa? I walked into his room and sat on his bed. I patted the spot where I wanted him to sit.

"So I was just like wondering, where you were like going tomorrow with Vanessa" I tried to be girly. It wasn't me. But I'm a good actor.

"Starbucks." He spoke the words I didn't want him to.

*cue "want you back"*

And now you doing them with her?

"Okay. When are you leaving" I moved closer. Still talking in that annoying girly Vanessa voice.

"Tomorrow at 10. Why?"

"Another one of my pointless questions" I put my arms around his neck and looked into his beautiful eyes.

I could tell he was a tad uncomfortable.

I would never kiss him yet. I couldn't let him think I was a girl player. I'm not.

"Paris, go to bed." He gave me a slight smirk. But then pointed and moved me out.

I winked and walked out the door.

Beck's POV.

I'm starting to think Paris is jealous. She just never really seemed like that until now.

Was all that really just jealousy talking?

Paris wants me. I know it. Vanessa and I were together since we were in kindergarten and we had a lot of history. Maybe change is good.

I'll go on the little date with Vanessa and tell her what I think is best.

I laid in bed and tried to close my eyes to fall asleep.

The next morning*

I adjusted my grey T-shirt. It was almost time for me to go on the date with Vanessa.

I walked downstairs and out of the door. In the driveway was a red porsh.

Vanessa came from a long line of big names. Her father, the mayor of some foreign country I don't know the name of. Her grandparents were both artists. And her mother was a music producer for other big names across the world.