NEW STORY GUYS! I really hope you like it. There's strong language so if you don't like that then you shouldn't read it. Jori obviously.

I DO NOT OWN VICTORIOUS

"JADELYN. AUGUST. WEST." Tori's voice echoed through the hallways. All the noise went quiet as fellow students stared in awe at the skinny Latina's display of courage. No one in their right mind could talk to Jade like that. "What the hell did you do?" She says with the angriest face she had.

Jade turned around slowly, eyebrows raised to her hairline, and a scowl on her face. "Number 1. Don't you EVER call me by my full name again or I will rip your throat out." Jade stomps towards her, combat boots pounding against the floors, "Number 2. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Who do I think I am!?" Tori shouts as she closes what was left of the gap and sneers in Jade's face, "I'm so tired of this Jade. I've tried to be nice. I've been patient and helpful and everything I thought I could be to make you like me. And I really used to think that this had something to do with me. Like I was the messed up one. But it's you Jade."

Tori moves closer and whispers in Jade's ear, "You are so broken." Then she walks past her without looking back and heads to her theatre class. She's surprised Jade doesn't come chasing after her with an axe. Jade is stuck in the middle of the hallway. Her body feels frozen or maybe her boots melted into the floor. Her eyes sting a little but she doesn't know why. Then she feels something warm and wet slide down her cheek. Beck comes running from Sikowitz's class.

"Andre just told me what happened babe- Wait, Jade are you crying." He whispers the last part so she wouldn't get embarrassed but she suddenly feels so exposed. She wipes her eyes harshly and pushes him out of the way with a glare he knows means "Stay."

She goes to her car and finally breaks down. The windows are tinted so she doesn't worry about anyone seeing her. She doesn't know why she's so upset. Did she feel bad about it? Or worse, was she upset because Tori gave up on her?

Jade started her car and began to drive home in complete silence. Roughly 10 minutes later she climbed the steps to her front door and walked to her room. She collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Emotions really drained her.

Jade

Tori was in the art room. I didn't even know she was into art. Like art art, paintings and junk. She was huddled over a sketchbook with her hair up in a bun. She looked peaceful. So I decided to ruin that. I slammed the door open and walk in dropping my bag by the chair next to her and plop down. Much to my dismay she had headphones in and was deeply involved with her art.

I sighed and tapped on her shoulder. She jumped a little which satisfied me a bit for now. Tori slid her headphones off and took off her glasses. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Jade, uh, quick question. Why are you here?" I rolled my eyes and pointed towards the other side of the class. A statue in the form of Globe roughly 3 feet tall and made from scissors, rubber, trash, and other miscellaneous items stood near the corner of the room.

"I should've guessed that was yours." She says. Her eyes danced over it and she smiled, "It's pretty amazing. What does it mean?"

"The world is trash and anger." I reply.

"Ah. I see. You should add more trash if you're being honest." I laugh a little despite myself which makes her smile. Art Tori has a sense of humor. I liked that. Which I didn't like.

"So what are you doing here?" I ask sternly as I put my feet up on the table and tip my chair back. "Nothing." She responds.

"Oh?" I plant my feet back on the ground and push a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She jumps back which gives me a chance to grab her sketchbook. "Give it back!" She shouts trying to grab it. She's a weakling if we're honest so I use one hand to push her away and the other to check out her art.

She'd drawn herself sort of. It was an outline for a painting. It seemed like she was dancing but there were things around her, "What does this mean?"

"Jade please, give it back."

"Sure." She smiles, "If you tell me what it means." Her smile drops and she snatches it back. "Since when do you care about what I do?"

"I don't. But I do enjoy doing what I want and upsetting so the fact that you don't want me to know what this is about makes me want to know just exactly what it is about which will also upset you. So what is it?"

Tori sighs. She looks me up and down before making a decision. "I'm gonna show you something okay?" I shrug and she pauses for a moment before walking to the wall behind me. A large sheet is covering what I assume is a canvas. She grabs the cloth but hesitates. Tori spun around and said, "Jade I know you hate me but this is important to me so please don't tear me apart." My chest felt tight and I didn't know why. My face was the same though. I've been acting a long time and I know how to keep myself level. I nod and she turns back pulling the sheet off.

I gasp beside myself and cover my mouth, partially from embarrassment but also in awe. It was Tori's silhouette in a ballerina position. High on her toes, one hand in the air the other curled towards her stomach. There were strings coming off of her legs and arms as if she were a puppet. While there was color all around the edges and what seemed like the blur of faces in a crowd, there was a complete darkness engulfing around her.

"I'm not done yet." She says shyly.

"Yes you are. This is perfect." I reply in a softer voice then I knew I had. Tori looks up at me with her sad puppy dog eyes and smiles. I smile a bit too but rip it away and say, "This doesn't make us friends."

"Dammit Jade, must you kill every good moment we have?" Tori throws the sheet back over it and grabs her bags, "I gotta go…thanks for, uh, not being a jerk about the painting. I nod and she leaves. I've got this feeling in my gut that makes me go insane. It was almost like butterflies. Maybe more like bats.

Tori Vega. Miss Perfect Singer and Star and now painter too I guess. I think about how she smiled when I complimented her and the bats get wilder. I think about her crouching over her sketchbook, completely engulfed in her work. My stomach feels like a war zone. I think about her messy bun and how beautif-

I jump up, knocking my chair over and I try to calm myself. I use every acting skill I have in me to keep myself composed but acting is only paint of a hole in the wall.

"Vega." I said to myself. Nothing happened.

"Tori Vega." A tingle went through my stomach.

"Tori Vega…is beautiful." My stomach erupts, redness burns my face, and I am angry. Angry and happy. I don't want to be another mindless idiot she wraps around her finger. I don't want to like her, I don't want be her friend, I don't want to find her beautiful.

I look slowly to the wall. The sheet lays lifeless across Tori's spectacular master piece. My heart beats slow and my blood runs cold. I grab my scissors from my bag.

Slash. Slash. Slash slash slash slash SLASH!

The painting is unrecognizable already but I can't stop. I want to rip every piece of her out of this canvas, out of me. When I stop, my scissors fall to the floor and I feel something I don't feel often.

Guilty.

I can feel hot tears dripping down my face. My heart pounds against my chest as if it the only working organ left in my body. I imagine her face when she sees it.

No, Fuck her. FUCK TORI VEGA. Fuck her for coming here and ruining my life. Fuck her for being talented and nice and so amazing. Fuck her for being everything I'm not!

I snatch my scissors up and stomp out the door. When I get home I shower as if I could wash the blood, or in this case paint, off my hands.

When Jade wakes up her whole body hurts. She rubs her eyes and grabs her phone. No new messages. Of course not. They'd all taken Tori's side of course. She understood why. She knew she was wrong but it still stung. She knew how disposable she was. She knew Tori was right.

She was broken.