Let me explain this first of all. I've been reading a lot of Jori, Cade, and various other fanfictions that involve Jade. I realize at the begining, Jade is cruel, hard, and almost always using someone for sex or being dominant. Then once she realizes she's having feelings for the other person, presto chango, the sex becomes gentle and Jade realizes she has a sweet side. That's great, totally, but I'm sick of it in a way. So this is my project. I'm going to try to create a love triange, in which feelings between Tori and Jade pop up out of thin air. I want to try and show (eventually) that Jade does feel for Tori without changing her personality much. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it and make everything believeable but it's a fun project. This probably won't be more than four chapters long if that. I implore you to review this story because I'm not sure what I feel about it. Usually I know I like my stories and as much as I love reviews, it doesn't bother me not to get them, but I don't know HOW to feel over this. Part of me loves it, part of me thinks it's stupid and unrealistic, and part of me is a little scared I'm getting so dark on the issue of sex. This is my first strictly smut story too, so it'd be nice if you'd tell me how it goes. Anyway...

!WARNING!

Jade is pretty different in this story than what I've read in about 70 percent of stories. This Jade is a pervert, predetor, bitch, backstabber, and a little creepy.

THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, SOME OF WHICH ARE OF DUBIOUS CONSENT! THERE WILL BE LESBIAN AND MOST LIKELY THREESOMES! CONTROL AND DOM/SUB ROLES WILL BE INVOLVED AS WELL AS SOLO (most likely), PAIN, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY HUMILIATION!

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I did it! My smirk is enough to let everyone else know exactly what I've done. What is it? I've stolen a part from Tori Vega. That's right Mrs. I'm-So-Fucking-Perfect-and-Good-At-Everything Vega. Ok, so she swears she doesn't think of it that way, but I do. After the last four times she took parts from ME, and I'm damn near a perfect actress, I'm aloud to think that way. Pffft I'm aloud to think what ever way I want. I'm JADE WEST! Point is, Tori didn't get this one and it makes me ridiculously happy. Almost bubbly, like a Cat bubbly... and that's huge for me. Not only did I take a role from her, I took one she REALLY wanted. Something she babbled on and on about for weeks. The best part? She didn't even know I was trying out. I snuck in and out under her turned up nose and starry eyes, taking what I wanted while she was distracted. I tell you, it's like taking candy from a baby... and I know how literal that expression is. I've done it before.

"You could try to look less pleased with yourself." Beck says, his voice tickling my left ear even though his face is at least three feet from mine. I try to muster up a glare at him but I can see him chuckling, twirling a pencil in his hand absent mindedly. He's proud of me and just as amused as I am over the situation. I snort and shove him a bit. No one is around to see, so I can show such open regale. That's the thing about Beck. Everyone thinks he's just a big sweetie. They think I'm the evil one. That I'm the crazy, possessive, mean, sadistic bitch, and don't get me wrong I totally am, but so is he. We wouldn't be together if he was that sweet. He seems to delight in the many of the same things I do, it's why he doesn't see me as scary. And I love it about him. I don't want to be likeable, I'm fine being a bitch, but the last thing I want to be is scary. I even asked him once after this stupid little brat told me I was scary and that's why I had no true friends. Beck, being ever the poet, smirked and slung an arm around my shoulder, "Babe, you're just... black. No, that sounds weird. You're dark! That's exactly what you are. Dark. Everybody else is like those little kids who have to sleep with a night light. They think darkness is bad. They don't realize bad things happen in the light sometimes, and more often than not great things happen in the dark. People are stupid about shit they can't understand. So they cover it up by being scared of you." He gave me a sly wink, "I know waaay better. Great things happen to ME in the dark." Fuck he's such a perv. It's ok, I am too.

My internal stroll down memory lane is cut off by Andre, Cat, and Tori walking in. Cat has a sympathetic look on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. How could it? Tori steals lime light around here, and it's not just from me. Besides, we've been friends since almost the beginning of my life. So how could she NOT be proud of me? Andre looks a little bored, his familiar up-beat and cheery attitude isn't there but he doesn't seem UNhappy. Probably nervous that he got the other part in the play, and now has to lock lips with me. I don't blame him, I'm a lot to handle when it comes to sex, even things that seem 'innocent' like stage kissing. Finally my eyes lock with Tori's, or at least they attempt to. Tori averts her gaze. She doesn't look sad. She looks... nervous? I frown in legitimate confusion and glance over at Beck. Ever perceptive, he shrugs, having noticed the anomaly too. I was going to just follow his lead and shrug it off but Tori actually spoke up. "Jade could I um... talk to you?" She mumbles. My legs start to shift on Beck's lap, I know she means in private. He doesn't let go right away. It takes a gentle tug and a glance from me for him to let me slip through his fingers. My feet hit the ground with an ungraceful -clomp-.

Tori doesn't make any move to lead the way, even as I give her an expectant glare. She stands there with her head down, taking far too much interest in her nails for my taste. I decide to grab the bull by the balls and lead her away from the others. It annoys me that she's acting so odd. "What's stuck in your crawl Vega?" I groan, rolling my weight onto one hip and resting there. It was stupid that I even asked, I truly don't give a shit. Tori attempts a glare at me. She doesn't answer for a few minutes. Instead she chooses to kick at the wall of the black box, like she's testing to see if it's real or something. I snap my fingers sharply in front of her eyes, smirking when I get a tiny flinch from her. "Right... So I just got out of Braimer's class... you know Cinema Technique and Impact?" She asks stupidly. I snort, "I'm IN the class Vega, I know full and well you just got out. Can we speed this up before I'm at my 100th birthday?" I snap, I don't have time for her to be stupid. She stumbles on her words, "W-well, you weren't there." I roll my eyes and start to walk away, "I know I wasn't in class Vega, tell my mommy if you're so bent about it." I don't bother to look back at her as I speak.

Her slender form darted around front of me. It wasn't hard considering how lazy I am as I walk. Her hands are out in front of her, as if trying to appease my poor mood. I snort, like she could ever do that. On the other hand her expression is pissed, "It's not about that. I wanted to say we got paired up because you weren't there! We have to write a 9 page paper on the effects and impact that certain, distinct actions have on an audience during a movie... which means I called you over here to ask you if... you'd come over and watch movies with me Friday." She rushes everything she says and I know why, because I can think of a billion things I'd rather do on Friday than anything that involves her. The only reason she's talking is because she doesn't want to get stuck with a 9 page paper by herself... it's reasonable. I still don't like it. My lips purse and I think about just letting her do it alone. I know she will. Honor student, straight A's, top of some of her classes. Yup, she has every credential to make her one of those stupid, easily taken advantage of, brats that you can stick with homework and it gets done. On the other hand she's also a whiner, and a big ass tattle tale. Avoiding this would mean winding up in Lane's office, trying not to gag on the sent of lotion and answering redundant/uncomfortable questions. Soooo, Tori's it is. "What ever Vega." I grumble, continuing on my way. She should understand what that means. If not she'll piece it together by the time I'm up her driveway Friday. I stop for a second, "But you're feeding me and I'm not paying." I snap, she's ruining my mood. As always. I need to get back to my boyfriend.

Friday isn't everything people say it's cracked up to be and I've never understood why people get so excited for it. Friday is the same as every other weekday. Just because it's ALMOST the weekend doesn't make it fun. I still have to get up at the crack of dawn, roll out of bed, and fumble through a painful day of school. Usually Fridays are even less fun for me. It's the one day of the week my mother has time for me and on the all too often chance I can't be somewhere else, I'm forced to endure her presence. She makes everything so damn cheery it's sick. I don't know WHY, it's not like she has anything to be happy about and I sure as hell don't look interested. Never the less she babbles on and on out her week and on the worst occasions, she asks me about mine.

This Friday is worse though. I'd rather spend a million hours with my mother than Vega. Tori... stupid Tori. The more I think about her, the more pissed off I am. The more pissed off I am, the harder my foot presses the accelerator. And it's not just the fact that she seems to get anything and everything she wants. It's not about how happy she is or even about how everyone thinks she's great. No, what I hate most about Tori Vega is that if I push her hard enough, she grows this back bone out of no where. She'll push back. Worst of all, she'll say NO to me. Nobody says no to me... maybe Beck on rare occasion. My foot slams on the break at a red light. Cat used to do the same thing when we were like five. Back when we weren't friends and Cat was some weird, annoying brunette that bounced around without a care, Cat said no a lot. It wasn't until she realized that if she wanted to be around me that meant getting behind me and listening to what I said, did we ever become friends. Tori didn't seem to get that point. No matter what I threw at her, she refused to give up. Yet she still stuck to me like a piece of gum on my shoe. Still tried to impress me. As if by showing she wasn't scared of me and showing off as an actress would get her into my good graces. I chortle, I barely have good graces and if I do, there's only one way to get in them. Backing down. Green. My foot slams against the pedal and my head snaps back against the seat as I take off.

Tori lives about ten minutes from me. Actually if you ignore a certain road block and aren't afraid to four wheel it a bit, she lives five minutes from me... but I promised Beck I'd stick to the roads while I was in my car from now on. Beck is just about the only person who can twist my arm and make me do things I don't want. Apparently, "Toyota's aren't ATV's babe." Besides, the longer it takes to get to Vega's the better. Eventually I'm there though, and now I just want to get this over with. Rip the band aid off fast and get back to my life. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll convince her to NOT talk. Though I doubt that's possible for her. She seems to have a constant stream of words spilling from her pretty little lips. Sometimes the flow is gentle, and sometimes it's gushing out, but she always seems to have her fucking mouth open. Like she thinks the world will just stop if she doesn't say what's on her mind.

I sigh check myself in the mirror, messing with my hair a bit. Doesn't she realize that silence is golden? Or that the mouth can do so many more interesting things when it's preoccupied with... other, activities. I chuckle and jerk my keys out of the ignition with more force than needed. Damn hormones. Now THERE is something I wouldn't mind doing with Vega... and I never dreamed I would say that sentence. She is attractive though. Slim and taught, big brown eyes and puffy lips. Not the most shapely woman but she had enough curve to her body to be interesting. I lick my lips, noticing they were suddenly dry, and slam my fist against the front door. I need to settle down. I'm turned on and pissy... and her taking a long time to answer will only make it worse.

Right now is just about the part that I should feel bad hm? I should tell myself it's wrong to think like that when I have a boyfriend right? Wrong. I don't feel bad. For one thing I know Beck doesn't care. I've had sex with Cat before. Hell I have sex with Cat OFTEN. Sex is sex. He'd probably be proud of me for thinking that way. Even if I'd kill him for thinking the same. It's one sided but I've always been like that. He knew that when we started dating.

The knob twists as the door open and I almost check my watch in surprise. It can't be later than six, yet there stands Tori in plain white shorts and a tiny blue tank top. Her bra is incontestably missing from beneath her clothes. I can see the tiny peaks where her nipples are and far too much leg. Nothing left for me to imagine anymore. Clearly these are the things she sleeps in. I roll my eyes, not that I mind seeing flesh, but the girl has no cooth. She doesn't realize that girls, especially ones like me and even Cat, have the capability of looking at her like all the boys do. And I have to give her credit, her clothes always seem flowy, or layered and that made her look skinnier. Like she had no curve. Not that she was all hills and valleys... but it was more than I expected. Again my tongue swipes out over my lips. Her eyes aren't bright, they're apprehensive... and I love it. I have to take a deep breath to settle my stupid hormones... I shouldn't have turned Beck down last night. I was grumpy about coming over here and now I'm paying for it by having to clench my fists together just so I won't shove my hand down Vega's itty bitty shorts.

"Hey." She mumbles awkwardly. I shove past her, not bothering with much of a greeting. Right now I can't seem to stop entertaining the thought of tearing those shorts off of her and doing unspeakable things. I plop down on the couch with crossed arms, trying not to daze off. That would shut her up. It would make her understand. She'd see that I was better and I'd MAKE her give into me. No snappy retorts, no snarky glares, most importantly, she wouldn't dare ever utter the word 'no' to me again. If only if only... but no. Vega is a coward, or at least I'd expect her to be in that area. Every boyfriend she's had has been disgustingly innocent. Kisses, hair ruffling, and playful tickle fights are about all I've seen from her. I snort, no wonder she can't keep one. Still... I can't stop those thoughts. The ones where she is naked and sprawled out beneath me, panting, out of control and off balance. Just the way I like her. Maybe if I'm careful... I grunt and pull back from my deliberation. If there is one thing I know, it's that fucking never happens according to plan. If it happens it happens. Even I can't put together a plot to get Vega on her back... it's much more gratifying if she give in on a whim anyway.

"Jade? Earth to Jade West." Tori says, waving her hand obnoxiously in front of my face. I grip her wrist firmly and don't let go, my eyes are intense as they rest on hers. "What?" I snarl pointedly. Tori looks slightly unnerved when she can't shake my hold right away, then she moronically glares at me again. "I asked what you wanted to eat and if you were hungry now." I hold onto her for a few more minutes until she subconsciously goes limp in my grasp, then I shove her hand away from me. "Chinese and it's dinner time Vega, of course I'm hungry at dinner time." I snap. It's a lie though, I'm not hungry at all... not for food. Revenge? Totally. Sex? Practically starved. But not food. Of course I'm a sporadic eater. When food is around I nibble on it, but rarely just sit down to eat a full meal. Still, my stomach never growls or complains and I know I'm in good shape, so why bother changing? I didn't want to explain any of that to Tori. Let her order the food and get out of her house. Those are my objectives... I ponder the thought of making 'fuck Tori until she sees stars' an objective. It sounds so good right now and I'm not sure what's holding me back. Ok, so fucking her was totally going on my bucket list at the very least. She makes a face at me, as though she hadn't been expecting my craving for Chinese, but pulls out her phone to make the call. "Uhhh... what do you wa-" She starts stupidly, but I cut her off. "Just order and I'll eat it Vega." I don't even bother to ask what we're getting as she hangs up and sits on the couch opposite from me. Good girl. I'm not too sure I can keep my hands off her. Whether it's out of anger or sexual frustration... I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Her pearpad lights up as her nimble fingers sweep over it and it illuminates her face. With some good instruction I bet those fingers could do so many things. "So, our topic is romance. We're supposed to document distinct romantic gestures and actions then write how they effected us as an audience... great." She grumbles. I stifle a laugh at that. It's not like I hate romance, but it effects me differently that other people. I'm picky about my romance and most importantly, I don't fantasize about it. I never make a big deal out of the kisses at the climax of the movie, or even the occasional sex scene. That isn't romantic. Everyone has sex. Hell, people have sex with prostitutes and strangers. It's not romantic at all. It's something we all do because our bodies want it. ROMANCE is the little things, the micro-expressions, the looks, the tiny gestures, the way two people's bodies always seem to shift toward each other without a conscious thought. That's love, and Beck has taught me that. I doubt Tori knows a damn thing about it... I'm not really sure if I really want to teach her the difference or avoid the subject all together. Couldn't we have had a topic like FEAR... yeah that would be more fun for me.

Tori has popped in some stupid movie by now. A romantic comedy called, "Just Friends" and I can already tell you I hate it. It's about some dude who was fat, got thin because this chick didn't like him, then turned into a dick to get her back. She's kind of a bitch too. Tori won't stop laughing, won't stop smiling, asking me questions and writing down my less than answers. I can tell my one or two word responses are irking her, but she's trying to let it go. Smart move, I'm not in the mood for anyone's attitude but my own. The movie ends and she pops in another while I ignore my waiting food. Three more pass and it's past midnight when she pushes another movie in. The screen lights up as I return from heating up my cold food. Plopping down on the sofa where I previously was. Blue Hearts. I've seen it once, and I'm surprised Vega is watching it... she did see the rating right? I doubt it. The girl lives in a smoke screen of naivety. It's funny how everyone thinks Cat is the clueless one when really it's Tori... I shiver. Cat is anything but clueless. I shove another mouthful of what ever the hell I'm eating down my throat, paying more attention to Tori than the movie. Her face is knitted together in a mixture of emotions. She either loves this or hates it, and I hate not knowing which it is.

Suddenly her head snaps away from the screen and her pearpad shoves up in front of her. My eyes flick to the screen to see a man pummeling into a woman from behind, the camera angle at a front view. This time I can't help it, I laugh. It's pretty loud too. Tori seems surprised, and I'm not sure she's ever heard my laugh so that may be why. "Jade!" She squawks about as loudly as a parrot. I shut my mouth grumpily, my teeth making an audible click. "Yes Vega?" I sigh, tossing the rest of my food on the coffee table. She points to me and then the screen, "You can't laugh at that! They're having..." She trails off, only to earn a raise of my eyebrow. "Having what Tori? I'm not sure what you're talking about." I lie in a very obvious manner and she sits there opening and closing her mouth like a carp. "They're... you can see! They're doing... IT." She says with air quotes. I smirk and watch her face flush, "Having sex?" I say so sharply that she flinches, even drawing out the 'ex'. She looks like she's about to faint as I lean onto my elbows, laying flat on the couch. The only thing separating us is the gap between the two seats. Damn that gap. So short, yet large enough to create distance I no longer wanted. "You're right Vega, that's no laughing matter... but your reaction to it is." I snicker as a loud moan breaks through the room. Tori's pupils are dilated, that's how close of attention I'm paying to her. I doubt my attention is welcome on her part.

She swallows thickly, trying to look mad. "I'm so sorry I'm not a pervert!" She defends. Normally that tone pisses me off, but now it just reminds me to stay calm or I won't get to my goal. So I shrug and roll onto my back, not even looking at her. I have to remain uninterested. "No, -I'm- sorry that you're a prude." I say simply. By her silence I can tell the statement confuses and enrages her. "I'm not a prude! I'm just not a slut! There is a DIFFERENCE!" She practically yells, embarrassment shining through the cracks of her insult. I give her a strangled grunt in response, "Come on Vega, tell me how far you've gone. My guess is about half way to second." I hear her standing and stomping over to the couch, leaning over me. Bad idea Vega, you don't dangle yourself over the alligator's mouth... and I'm oh so close to snapping. She leans over me, wearing her usual sanctimonious attitude but then freezes, like she forgot what she was doing there in the first place. "W-well... maybe that is as far as I've gone!" She stutters, emitting a loud gasp as my hand snakes across her hip and holds onto her belt loop. I'm surprised she isn't pulling away. My face inclines slightly up toward her, arching my upper back as I do and I swear to you I think I saw her eyes flick over my breasts. Some how, and without my knowledge, my fingers are dancing slow and gentle over the tiny bit of flesh showing between her top and shorts. "You're nearly seventeen Vega... you're a prude." I whisper the last part out and slowly slide my hand from her, letting it trace the length of her leg as I go. Looking shaken, she adjusts her top and takes a step back. I physically have to force myself not to smile. The deer in headlights look is just gorgeous on pretty Miss Priss.

"I'm gunna get a drink... do you want one?" She mumbles, stepping away from my languidly sprawled out form. The question is perplexing. Tori never offers to do little things like that for me. She's only offered to do one thing for me ever now that I think about it... and looking back on the situation I don't think she really meant to offer her assistance in the first place. In the end she'd still found someone to fund my play so I'd never thought about it. Why is she offering now? I try not to smirk. She was really on edge from just that? Wait until the end of the night and I'll give you something to be shaken up about. A sudden idea hits me and I try to shove it back down, knowing it's wrong and a little suspicious... but it keeps tickling at my brain, begging my hands to give it a shot. I shake my head, "Nah Vega, I got it... what do you want?" I say, swinging my feet of the couch and lightly pushing her backwards as I walk past. It was like I'd touched a precariously balanced item the way she tumbled back into the cushions of the couch that I was making sure we'd BOTH be sitting on now. I bite the inside of my cheek... this is wrong but hey, it may not even work! It wouldn't be so wrong if it didn't work! "Uhm... I guess peppy cola." She says, eyes wide and very confused. I have to be careful not to spook her any farther.

Her kitchen is easy enough to figure out, but I'm biding time, waiting for her to get distracted. Eventually she starts texting someone, probably Andre' to tell him the miracle of Jade West doing her a favor... or so she thinks. When her head turns I pop the fridge open and grab the cola, pouring it into a glass and surveying the rest of the cabinets. I need to find the one that holds liquor. It's easy to locate (the only cabinet with a lock on it). It's even easier to pick the lock. What isn't easy is finding something I can spike her drink with but not make it disgusting. I would help if her parents weren't drinking stupid shit like peppermint schnapps. I make a face and pull out a bottle of Vodka. Yup, now I'm sure. This is wrong, and I'm going to do it. With a quick glance to make sure she's still wrapped up in her text to reassure me, I pour a little in and take a sip to test the taste. I might be able to get away with one more shot. Fuck I hope the little princess doesn't throw up, that will ruin my mood. Carelessly, I toss the things back where they came from and lock the cabinet back.

She looks up as I stroll back into the room. Her eyes questioning me, 'why did you take so long?' but she doesn't actually say it. "Bathroom." I grunt, answering her silent question. I sound sure of myself, so she seems to believe me. Her hands shake as she takes the drink from me and I can tell she's about to go back to her couch, but we've gone too far for that now. I sit down gracelessly and swing my legs over her lap. It shouldn't really surprise her, the action wasn't affectionate. She seemed to think I simply didn't care enough to give her time to move before throwing my feet up there... when really I'm doing it to trap her. Her face winces as she takes a drink and then she glares at me, spitting it back in the cup. Internally I can feel myself panic, if she's tasted alcohol before, she'll know it's in there. "Jade! TELL me you didn't PEE in this!" She shrieks in a hushed tone, trying to not wake her parents up. I can't stop my laugh from escaping, surely she doesn't think I'm that crude. Whatever, I'm just glad I'm not caught. "Gross Vega! I wouldn't stoop that low... I didn't do anything to your stupid little drink." I grumble with a wave of my hand, sipping a root beer with the other. She looks at me suspiciously and takes another drink. This time she doesn't seem so bothered, "It tastes funny. Does cola go bad?" She asks me with a frown, I shrug because I don't know and frankly, I don't give a shit. By the third sip she doesn't seem to care at all and I know the effect of alcohol is starting to buzz around behind those big brown eyes of hers. I didn't give her enough to get her drunk, just enough to make her fuzzy. A little something to blur the lines a little bit.

Less than 15 minutes later she's swaying in her seat. I know I didn't put that much in her drink so she has to be doing it on purpose. Rocking back and forth in her own little world. Part of me wants to make my move, another part of me feels like shit. I grab my phone and flick down to Beck's number.

-I spiked Tori's drink- Jade

I write, chewing on my lip as I wait for his reply. He may get pissed over this, Beck's boundaries weren't as loose as my own.

-You're serious? How much did you give her?- Beck

Yup, defiantly mad. I groan and lean back against the arm rest.

-Not much at all, she was just jumping at everything I did. Like I'm some sort of ax murderer-Jade

The phone stays silent for a long time after that message, giving my eyes ample amount of time to watch Tori, who is now enthralled in the ending of the movie. I jump when my phone buzzes to life.

-Jumping my ass. I know what you're doing Jade. This isn't like with Cat. Tori's a loud mouth.-Beck

Ok, he's getting considerably less pissed and I can tell by the way he's trying to talk me through it. I don't get time to respond before the phone lights up again.

-Don't get caught Jade. I just don't want you getting caught. You're usually more careful.-Beck

Now he's worried. Gosh the boy is like an open book to me. I smile, covered by the cloak of my raven hair, as I remember all the reasons I love this man.

-I won't Beckett. I am careful. I'm always careful... tell me you love me.-Jade

That last part is for me, just to make sure. I'm waiting for a green light from him to go ahead. If he can't outright say it, then he doesn't want me doing this.

-I love you Jade. Careful.-Beck

I nod, he's ok with it. I'll make him more than ok with it tomorrow when I let him in on the details and show him that HE is the one I love. My eyes roam over to Vega as the movie ends and she switches it back to TV. There's a smirk written on my lips. She won't know what the fuck hit her.


So... Is Blue Hearts a real movie? I don't think so. I know just friends is, and I didn't want to study a movie with a sex scene in it just to write this. Ok, what's running through your brain. Hit me with your best shot!