*Prolouge*
Nobody would hurt someone as innocent, small, naive as Cat. Nobody would dare lay a hand on someone as terrifying, scary, monstrous as Jade. Nobody would insult someone as kind, compassionate, forgiving as Tori. They made the perfect trio, though it was one full of hate and confused feelings, misunderstandings, and wounds.
There was the spoken. There were hugs, often free (compliments of Cat Valentine), sometimes forced (commanded by Tori for payment of a deed). There was the "I love Cat," there was the "I don't know if Jade and I are friends".
That was the spoken.
The unspoken was lying underneath the comforter at night, wondering, "Do I consider Tori a friend?" The unspoken was seeing Cat in the hallway and brushing up against her, just to feel the warmth of her skin.
That was the unspoken, the unrevealed. The unspoken had no outlet; it was shut up inside each girl, left to wither and age inside their heads, left to nip and bite at them.
Jade had dark hair, rich like the night. It ran down her shoulders, delicatley dyed in locks of turquoise, purple, green, and pink. Her eyes were dark, her skin pale, and her clothing lacy and revealing.
Cat had pink hair, natural-looking if pink was a natural color. It was dyed, however, for many reasons, mostly because of her love for red-velvet cupcakes. Her eyes were bright, her skin tan, and her clothing pink and bouncy.
Tori had brown hair, soft and welcoming. It bounced as she walked, and if hair could smile Tori's would be smiling. Her eyes were kind, her skin a creamy half-latino, and her clothing average and feminine.
They were friends.
But were they more?