Alright, my first try at a Victorious fanfiction! The idea just came to me one day and I liked where it was going.
Victorious does not belong to me, all credit to Dan Schneider. Rated T for later chapters and some language.
Jade West did not cry. She didn't show weakness, she didn't show fear, and she did not let any emotions get the better of her. It wasn't surprising to herself or her father when she took his yelling with a blank face, eyes staring off just past his head. She wouldn't look down, because that showed submission, and she wouldn't look at him. Why should she? It wasn't as if-
"Get out."
The fourteen year old's eyes flashed and she flicked her head over an inch to stare down her father. To her credit she hid her feelings very well. The confusion didn't creep onto her face one bit when she heard the words.
"What did you just say?" she demanded, a dangerous glint in her eye. Her father glared at her now.
"Don't use that tone with me Jade," he warned her, taking a threatening step forward. She didn't move.
"I'll use whatever tone I want," she mumbled, looking away from him as he shook his head.
"Fine, but I told you to get out."
"Get out of where?" Jade snapped, meeting his eyes again and throwing her hands up. She had no idea what he was talking about. What, was he sending her to her room like a child?
"Get out of my house."
This time even her own acting skills couldn't stop the shock that permeated her usually stone features. She was sure she had misheard her father, but the look on his face said otherwise.
"You're kicking me out?" she asked in disbelief. "You are kicking me out of my home?"
"This is my house," her father said firmly, taking another step forward with his hand raised in an all too familiar way. Jade didn't flinch. She was used to it after over a decade of it. "And I will not allow that kind of disobedience under this roof."
"Well where the hell do you want me to go?!" Jade shouted, waiting for his hand to make contact with her face as it always did. This time however, her father lowered his hand and took a step back from his daughter.
"I don't care where you go. But you're not coming back until you learn to listen."
Jade's facade cracked a little at the realization of what was happening. She was actually being thrown out of her own house. By her own father. In the middle of the night. With no family living in the city.
"Dad, I'm-" Jade began, but stopped herself instantly. She would not apologize, not to him. It didn't even matter. She could have a bag packed in under five minutes and be out of there before things got ugly. "I'm getting a bag first," she amended her sentence, the blank expression returning to her face as she stormed to her room with her head held high. She refused to even break that look in private, grabbing her black school bag and shoving in random clothes, a couple pairs of scissors, her favourite scary movie, and then stopping in the bathroom before walking right past her father and to the front door.
She did not close it on the way out.
"Shit!" Jade screamed when she was a safe distance from her house. She stopped on the sidewalk to kick a nearby trashcan, ignoring it's spilled contents and continuing her walk. She was headed to the only place she could think of staying: her best friend Cat's house. Okay, maybe Cat wasn't the brightest girl around, and maybe her brother was a whole different level of freak, but she wouldn't make Jade leave. At the very least she would get one night there before figuring out what she could do until her dad let her come home.
Not that she really wanted to go home at all, but she was fourteen for crying out loud! Where else was she supposed to live? She didn't have any desire to stay at her other friends houses, not that she had many real friends who would let her stay. Not to mention she didn't even like half of the people she called "friends." Her mind jotted down a quick list of names, the people she hung out with regularly. Cat, of course, Andre, Beck, Robbie... that was it, unless you count the puppet.
Jade rolled her eyes and picked up the pace. It was getting cold outside and she didn't want to stop to take out her jacket. Instead she frowned and blew into her hands, navigating her way through the LA suburbs in the dark.
The broken glass could be fixed, but the hysterical redhead could not.
Jade let out a heavy sigh of frustration and watched as her best friend rolled around on the ground in fright and what sounded like laughter. Hey, how else was she supposed to get into Cat's room? Jade had only meant to remove the glass, but apparently it wasn't properly secured and she ended up shattering the entire window. That had woken Cat up, but it somehow hadn't woken up anyone else in the house, much to Jade's luck. The last thing she needed was Cat's parents on her case. They would probably just call the police.
"Cat, honey, listen," Jade said in a fake-motherly tone, using one of her common methods of controlling her friend. "You gotta stop rolling around on the floor like an idiot, okay? We'll fix the window tomorrow."
Cat stopped almost instantly, standing up straight to pull her friend in for a hug. Jade tensed but didn't complain. She needed to play nice if she wanted a roof over her head. As tame as Cat was, there was no reason to make her angry.
"Cat," Jade said in a flat tone after a few seconds, growing tired of the hug. "Calm down."
Cat pouted and let her friend out of her arms. The energetic redhead then danced over to her bed and plopped down cross legged on the edge.
"So why are you at my house?" Cat inquired with a smile as she grabbed a stuffed giraffe from her pillow.
"Look, I just need to stay here for the night," came the annoyed reply. Jade slipped her bag off of her back and got a pair of black shorts and a similar coloured tank-top out before tossing it across the room. "Turn around," she commanded. Cat giggled in a very Cat-like way and made a huge show of twisting herself to face the wall on her bed. The other girl rolled her eyes and began changing into her make-shift pyjamas.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Cat squeaked in excitement, clapping her tiny hands together and bouncing on the spot. "We can tell each other secrets and stay up late and watch funny movies and eat popcorn and-"
"NO!" Jade shouted as quietly as she could, effectively shutting up her best friend. "This isn't like a fun sleepover, okay? I just need a place to crash. My dad kicked me out and I..."
Jade trailed off, feeling uncomfortable admitting that she needed help. Sure, she did need it, very badly in fact. But she was too proud and stubborn to ever say it out loud, even to Cat.
"Your dad kicked you out?" Cat exclaimed in surprise, turning back around just as Jade got the tank-top over her head. She glared at the girl, and Cat shrunk back a little. Jade sighed, knowing that if she made her cry, her parents would hear, and then they would see Jade and she wouldn't be able to stay.
"Yeah, so move over," the dark-haired girl commanded. Cat smiled again and shuffled over on her bed to allow Jade room to slide in next to her. They both got under the covers and Jade instantly laid on her side so she was facing away from her friend. Cat wasn't phased. She only giggled again and resisted the urge to start a tickle fight.
