Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of the characters in the show.
My throat and stomach burn inside of me, and I know that what I'm doing is insane. It is insane, isn't it? I should probably explain…
My name is Jade West. Ever since I started at Hollywood Arts things have been picture perfect, but then Vega came into the picture. Tori Vega. She was perfect. Beautiful, talented, skinny. I hated her immediately. But the truth was, I wanted to be like her.
So, here I am, sitting on the ground hunched over a toilet bowl. Why did things have to resort to this? I don't know. I just… don't know…
I clutch the sides of the porcelain seat as something travels through my throat.
"Blech!"
My heart races as the puke lands in the toilet. I still feel like I'm going to throw up, but I rise to my feet shakily and flush the toilet.
"Are you okay in there?" I freeze. That voice. It's too familiar… it can't be…
It's Tori…
"Get lost, Vega." My voice wavers as I speak. I can't seem to stop it from doing so.
"Jade? Is that you?"
"No shit Sherlock." My voice is more bitter than usual with an icy bite to it. I don't understand why she keeps prying. Doesn't she understand that I hated her? Why is she so damn nice?! Ugh!
"Are you throwing up?" She presses, obviously not about to give up. My stomach churns within me. I don't want to answer and she can tell by my hesitation that I have been throwing up. God damn it all! The person I've been trying to avoid the most is standing behind a door in front of me.
After a long moment, she shatters the silence like glass, "Jade come out so I can take you to the nurse."
"No." I say all too quickly, regretting it as soon as the word spills from my mouth.
"No?" Tori sounds confused.
"I'll just take myself home." I quickly cover my mistake. Tori seems convinced because a word hasn't fallen from her big mouth in over two minutes.
"I'll drive you."
Seriously!? I nearly shout
Tori pulls open the stall door that I didn't realize I had left unlocked. She gives me a pleading look. I want to say no. I want to say no so badly, but I have no other way to get home besides walking and I don't live that close to the school.
I chew my lower lip and give a small nod to Tori who smiles and gives my shoulder a small friendly squeeze. I hate every second of it.
As we pull into my drive way and jerk to a stop, I push open the door, intending to jump out of the car, but Tori's hand curled around my upper arm stops me. I spin my head around to glare at her, but that just makes her grip tighten.
"What?" I snap.
"Let me come with you."
"Hell no." My answer was quick because I didn't have to think before I answered.
"Oh, c'mon! Your parents aren't home. Do you really want to be forced to be sick and alone?" I don't have time to speak before she's out of the car and standing beside me. I groan in irritation as I spin around on my heels and make my way to the front door.