Jade looked down into the black nothingness that was her cup of coffee. The lukewarm liquid swilled, spun to create a small little whirlpool as she moved the cup around in her hand. She peered back down at her laptop, a raging headache clouding her thoughts. Because of another 'Forget About Beck' session of hers last night, code for drinking until you're retarded, she hadn't gotten a chance to finish the screenplay she needed to write for her screenwriting class. A hangover prevented her from getting much done, and the paper was due next period. She mentally facepalmed herself, regretting acting so irresponsibly.
She looked up as she heard footsteps walking past her. She recognized the light brown hair swishing behind the tall figure the footsteps belonged to.
Tori Vega walked toward the vending machines in the corner. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the money she would be using to buy herself a Peppy Cola. Jade watched as the Latina bent over to pick up the result of her transaction. She couldn't help but notice how attractive Vega looked from 'certain angles'.
Jade had been looking at Tori in this fashion since her and Beck's relationship had began falling apart at the seams. Ugh, the break-up. She hated thinking about the break-up. It did nothing but make her depressed, and seriously crave a shot of the expensive Whiskey in her father's alcohol cabinet. But anyway, she had always found Tori a little attractive. Sexy, even. She was just ashamed of thinking it. She was supposed to hate the girl. She just didn't know why.
She had contemplated asking Vega to hang out once, just to get her mind off Beck, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Jade hated the idea of rejection at this point, and knew she would have to endure plenty of stares of disbelief and curiousity if she did, so she decided against it. She just tripped Tori on her way leaving the lunchtable instead.
Jade was one of those people still stuck in a 'playground mentality'. You know, those people who constantly picked on and bothered their crushes just to get their attention. It didn't matter how Tori thought of Jade, as long as she was thinking of her.
Tori startled Jade by plopping down beside her in the corner of the somewhat empty hallway. Right now was a free period, and it was a nice day, so most students were either outside chilling or inside working. Obviously, Jade was doing the latter. Tori just came in for a drink.
"What's wrong, Jade? You look more irritable than normal." Tori observed.
"Leave. Me. Alone, Vega. Can't you see I'm trying to work here?" Jade bared her teeth as she lashed out at Tori, she wasn't in the mood to bear her happy-go-luckyness today. She seriously needed to get shit done.
"Sorry," Tori looked downcast, "I was just wondering what was wrong. Maybe I could cheer you up."
Jade thought for a second about what answer she could give to the girl. She concluded that the only plausible answer was everything, everything was wrong. "Everything is wrong, Vega. Now, can you please go and bother someone else?"
"Wait," Tori prepared to ask Jade a question.
"What?" Jade whined, glaring at Tori.
"Is it about Beck? I know you must still be hurting, and I just wanted you to know that you can talk to me anytime you need to." Tori wrapped her arms around Jade and pulled her in for a hug.
Jade hesitated before slugging Tori in her hip. She then closed her laptop, got up, and stomped away.
Tori just sat there, crying from the pain, holding her hip, and regretting being so stupid as to try and comfort Jade. The girl was like a rabid animal. She could look cute in a moment of weakness, but bite when you least expected it. Then, you just feel stupid, but you still feel slightly sorry for the creature.
Author's Note: So, hope you liked it? This isn't a one-shot by the way, not by a long shot. Also, sorry if it's kinda hard to follow, I didn't plan for this chapter much. I lost my original document of it and had to start over from scratch. So, yeah. Constructive criticism always welcome, please. The beginning of this story is kinda slow-going, sorry, I want the evolution of their relationship to be as realistic as possible. Chapters will come fast and loose as I write and edit them. It's spring break and I'm practically a hermit for the time being, so yeah. Anyways, enough of my pedantic (right usage?) rambling. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer so that Dan Schneider won't get his panties in a pretzel: I don't, by any means, own Victorious. Totally wish I did though, the things that would happen on that show, mmm.