A/N: I'm taking a wee break from my other Jori story, and this idea came to me. I'll probably update this a lot sooner than my other story. Don't freak out I haven't abandoned it, I'm just figuring out how to develop it. Anyway, This is short as it is a prologue. If you'd like me to continue drop a review! A I ave chapter 1 wrote already! On with the show.

Slán


Burn this Out.

Prologue.

You've learned a great deal about Tori Vega, in the two years that you've known her. You know more about her than you'd ever like to admit. You know that she takes two sugars in her tea, you know that she hates shrimp, you know that she cares more, you know shes strong like a bonfire that burns the whole night and still has small embers of flame at the bottom burning slowly for days after. You know that her mouth forms an 'o' shape when she reaches climax and you know that she will never admit how she secretly likes horror movies or how much she enjoy's it when you massage her scalp.

You remember that first day you met, how could you forget? Auburn hair drenched in your cold coffee as she cowered on the floor pleading with you. You felt a sick tinge of pride that you'd never felt before, at the sight of her practically begging for forgiveness and to be your friend, after you had drenched her in a beverage in front of your class mates. You were always bitter of course, but never as bad, until you met her. There was something that kept pulling you towards her and it killed you, it burned your heart and scrambled your mind until you gave in and tried with her. Well, you tried as much as you could with her. She was always sweet and caring and you were bitter and cold. You two were two sides of the spectrum and it annoyed you that fate had slowly pushed you together. At the beginging you hated Tori, you hated how she crashed into Hollywood Arts with this vibrant light that wouldn't go away. You hated how she shimmed her way into your group of friends. You hated how she had the most flawless cheekbones known to man. You hated how she always wanted to be your friend. You hated how sure of herself she was. You hated how she fought you back, no matter what you threw at her. You hated her. At least you thought you did.

Tori Vega was a burden on you, as far as you were concerned. She stole the lead in plays that you normally would have gotten. She stole your friendship with Cat. She made your boyfriend fall in love with her. She was simply a pain in your fucking ass and not the good kind. She enraged you, she provoked you and for some reason it made you want to know her. You could never tell her that, of course. As far as anyone knew you hated her. She kind of hated you. Her hatred was less powered, it was a tickling feeling in the back of her throat that wouldn't go away but that she didn't mind having. The thing about Tori was that, you could throw any obstacle her way and she could move around it gracefully and it irked you. It irked you, it enraged you and it made you curious. You had perfected the most believable bad-girl-goth facade and she zoomed in with her chisle and chipped away at it, piece by piece.

Who was Tori Vega? You thought she was simply a perfect girl with perfect cheekbones who moved to school sophomore year and kissed your boyfriend on the first day. You never knew she would have this effect on your life. You never knew she would plunge her fingers through your chest, take your heart and keep it locked away. You never knew she would make you fall in love, never mind fall in love with her. But she did. You hated her more for it. For making you feel, a thing you had become so used to not doing. You loved her for it at the same time.

Tori fucking Vega who came into your life as suddenly as the tornado that swept Dorothy to Oz and changed everything you ever thought you knew.