A/N : Whoa, I'm back D: God, it's been long. I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm giving up on my other story. First of, my writing style has changed (maybe improved?) a lot and I don't really feel like continuing that story since everything seemed so rushed. However I started with a new story, which I plan on updating and I kind of have a Beta reader for this (my english teacher lmao, love her), which means I will continue this as long as possible. This chapter seems a bit dry, but it's just an introduction to the story (It's already beta'd haha). I have already written the second Chapter, but I don't want to take away too much, I just want to know if this story sounds interesting to you guys, because if it doesn't, I might as well just take it down again. It'd be nice if I get at least a couple of reviews, feedback always helps :) If there are any names mixed up, I'm sorry, I used other names for this story at first, but it seemed like this could be a good Jori story

In other news, this is an AU fic! Just a little warning. It doesn't take place at Hollywood Arts, it's taking place at a normal High School and it's written in Jade's point of view, since I think she could have pretty deep thoughts and I'm trying to point those out.

So here it is, the first chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 1 : The new one

I believe that everything happens for a reason. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it just happens, and there is some kind of sick and twisted reason to it. I'm not saying that ill people deserve to be ill, I'm just saying that there has to be a reason for it. And I do believe that there's an explanation as to why I am the way I am. There has to be a cause for the way I get treated. I just haven't figured it out yet, but I'm trying. I really am.

So basically, there's this new girl at our school and it seems like everyone likes her, because today everyone seems happier than usual. Maybe that's the reason she came here, to make other people happier. Won't work on me though. It has never worked, nothing could ever make me any happier than I am now. And I'm not necessarily content with everything that's going on in my life right now.

Anyways, let's go back to 'that new girl everyone loves'. I haven't heard that much of her. Some boys said she was 'hot for a sophomore' , some girls said she was really pretty, but no one ever mentioned her personality. Yeah, I get it. It's always about looks, nothing else matters, you can be a complete bitch but everyone ends up saying you're hot or beautiful or whatever. Happens a lot to me. I'm not trying to say that I am hot, I'm saying that I'm not the nicest person. Not at all, actually. I've pushed people away from me, because I was scared of getting hurt and now I won't let anyone get close to me. And if someone does get too close, I'll push them away again. It's an infinite circle, it's boring and lonely, but at the same time, it's safer than anything.

So, as I said, she is a sophomore, I'm a junior right now, and the school year started a couple of months ago, so I wonder what she has done to get sent to this school. Maybe she's a little like me, did something bad and has been forced, but from the stuff I've heard about her, it seems like her daddy just got a new job and they had to move. I should stop making assumptions and actually talk to her, but that would be against my rules, so maybe I should drop the subject.

It's a monday. The 8th of October, 2012 to be exact. And I'm driving to school, although I don't want to. Just like every day. Every day is the same, really. But today, it feels like something is going to happen, I don't know what it could be though. Well, besides every girl wondering which boy might ask them out to this dance at the end of October at our school, or the plans they're already making for the parties afterwards, where the real stuff happens. I'm not into stuff like that, unless it would be some really awesome Halloween party, but no one seems to care about Halloween. They'll be wearing costumes but none of them is going to fit to the whole reason why Halloween exists. I'll probably end up going to some lame party, just to not get called a freak or loser for not going. I always do that, and everyone believes I'm having fun. Well, guess what? I'm not.

When I arrive at school, I get out of my car, shutting the door behind me. I look up at the building in front of me, this goddamned place I've been going to for two years, learning how truth comes from authority, intelligence is the ability to remember and repeat, accurate memory and repetition are rewarded, noncompliance is punished and learn how to conform intellectually and socially. Not to mention that grades are the most important thing ever. So basically, we haven't learned that much for life.

I sigh and walk through the doors, my combat boots clicking on the floor as I walk through the hallways, which are almost empty. Yeah, I have this bad habit of arriving too late, but no one really seems to care, they don't question it, so I'm fine with it. I stroll to my locker, entering my locker combination and opening it, getting some of my books out before closing it again, running a hand through my hair as I walk to my history class. History. Ugh.

History can be quite interesting, but only if you have a teacher who makes it interesting. Of course, we do not. That's just my luck. I throw the door to the classroom open, and I can feel every students' eyes on me as I saunter over to one of the desks in the back, plopping down on it and immediately starting to pick at my nails, but I can still feel all their gazes directed towards me. I roll my eyes dramatically and look up "Take a picture, it will last longer!"

A small smirk tugs on the corner of my lips when they all turn away from me and look back at the teacher, a rather old lady with more or less gray hair, her glasses sitting on the edge of her nose and apparently a very bad taste in clothing. "Jade, my dear…" Ugh, I hate it when she calls me her 'dear' "You're late." I sigh heavily, leaning back in my seat and raising an eyebrow. "Oh? So now what? Get used to it, it will happen various of times." She just shook her head, going back to explaining something about the second world war, which seemed even more boring than the first. I wish we'd still have that young, cool teacher who had always used the game 'Assassin's Creed' to explain American history. It was actually quite fun, though unfortunately he had to go back to his old school.

After the seemingly endless rambling of our history teacher, the bell finally rings. I quickly get up, grabbing my bag and rushing out of the classroom. Why I was leaving so quickly? Well, we have math after history, which means I'll just have to do something to make our math teacher's life miserable. I hate her. And I'm not talking about 'hating' her, I'm talking about literally loathing her. The teacher is… She's just a bitch. Simply the way she talks, the way she looks, just everything, it just makes me want to despise her even more. Yes, I do have more reasons for it and the list gets longer with each day.

I dash towards math class, leaning against the wall next to the door, and slowly opening the wooden entry a little, peaking through the small gap. No one's in there yet so I quickly look around myself before slipping into the classroom, quietly closing the door before walking up to the desk, biting my lip as I pull open one of the drawers, looking through the papers but not finding anything interesting. I end up looking through every drawer, getting frustrated because I just know if I stay in here for too long, I'll get caught. Which will result in me getting detention. Not that I'd go anyway, but that's not the point. I push my hands through my hair, thoughtfully chewing on my lip. Damn, I totally forgot about my scissors… Sometimes I really do disappoint myself. I quickly reach into my back pocket, pulling out a sharp pair of scissors and kneeling down next to the teacher's chair. I hurriedly loosen the screws of the piece of furniture with skilled hands, before swiftly getting up and darting to one of the desks in the back, dropping down in my seat and breathing a little heavier from all the running in the past minutes.

Just then, I can hear the door open, our slim, young, blonde teacher slipping into the classroom, stopping in her tracks when she sees me and raising both of her eyebrows. "Why are you here so early?" You could hear her own hate showing again, it happens way too often if you ask me. I cross my legs, shrugging lightly as my eyes go up and down her body, in a judging way. She's wearing tight blue jeans, black boots which almost reach her knees and a beige turtleneck. She's using hair clips to keep her medium length hair out of her face. God, how I hate the way she looks. She seems like a little school girl, especially with the way she acts. When she's upset, she just angrily stomps on the floor and talks in her childlike voice, it's annoying. "You're just late." I mutter back, not really giving her any attention as she walks to her desk in silence, probably debating with herself whether or not she should start arguing with me. But when she starts getting out her things, I know she decided against it. Great choice. I grab my bag and get some books out, placing them on the desk and only looking up when I notice students walking in.

I watch the teenagers take their seats, my eyes lingering on a quite good looking girl, not that I'd ever admit it out loud. She has shoulder length brown and slightly curled hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin and the most perfect cheekbones I've ever seen. The brunette is actually fairly beautiful, especially with that bright smile of hers. Maybe she's the new one? Nah, I probably just haven't noticed her yet. Ugh, I should stop thinking so much and try to focus. I avert my eyes from the girl, but I can see her sitting down at the desk next to me out of my peripheral vision. I bite my lip, staring down at my notebook, trying not to pay too much attention to her and completely missing what Ms. Larson, our math teacher, just told us. "…So, I'd like to introduce you all to the new girl at our school. Dawn, could you come up front please?" Now I'd finally get to see the new one everyone was talking about. And then Ms. Larson is going to sit down on her chair. And it will collapse underneath her. God, I love it. I look up when the tan girl next to me stands up "Sure!" Oh my god, she is the new girl. No wonder everyone was talking about her like that, geez. She smiles shyly as she stands in the front of the classroom and rubs the back of her neck as she speaks "Uh, my name is Tori Vega, I'm 16 years old and I went to Sherwood before I got here." Tori Vega, huh? That name totally fits her. "Thank you Tori, you can sit back down." She nods and walks back to her desk, smiling at me as she sits down. I look at her for a few moments, trying to fight back a small smile. What the hell is wrong with me today?

"So, as you know, today's lesson is going to be abou- Aah!" Mrs. Larson screeches when she sits down on the chair with the loosened screws, the chair crashing down underneath her and she ends up on the floor. A wide smirk breaks out on my lips, a couple of students looking shocked, others trying to fight back their laughter. I look over at Tori, who's obviously trying to hold back any sort of amused expression, attempting to cover it up with a shocked look on her face, but failing miserably. I glance at the front of the classroom again, where one of the teacher's pets is helping Ms. Larson up, apparently she isn't hurt. Sadly. She smoothes down her shirt, growling slightly "Who was that?" Everything gets quiet. Everyone in the room turns their head to look at me. They know. Dawn looks around confused, her eyes finally settling on me as well and she whispers "Was that you?" I grin slyly and give her a small nod, but I don't look at her, too focused on the furious teacher. "Jade. Was that you?" A small chuckle falls from my lips and I slightly shake my head. "Oh Ms. Larson… When wasn't it me? You should know me by now. I would be a little more careful if I was you." She puts her hands on her hips, gazing into my eyes with that look which I hated so much, her eyes showing anger and confusion at the same time. She basically looks like a three year old kid that just didn't get what it wanted. Shit happens. "I'll have to punish you for this. You're going to help with the decorations for the dance on Halloween." She announces and I groan slightly, dropping my head back. "Ugh! No, forget it!" When I look back at the blonde teacher, she smiles, but it's not the good kind of smile, it's this sick and almost sadistic smile she always gets, when she punishes me. "Yes, Jade. There's no way you'll get out of it." I huff in annoyance, staring down at my notebook when she begins with the lesson, as if nothing happened. I feel someone tapping on my shoulder and look to my right.

"Hey uh Jade, right? Um, if you don't want to go alone to that decorating thing, I can come with you if you'd like." Tori smiles warmly at me and I roll my eyes "No, thanks. I'm fine." She pouts slightly, but she doesn't give up just yet. "Come on, it will be fun! Maybe we'll get to know each other better and get friends…" Oh no, not this again. They'll want to be your friend so badly but in the end, they'll betray you just like everyone else did. I don't want that to happen again, it wasn't one of the best experiences I've made in my life. So, no thank you. "Look, you can come if you want to, I really couldn't care less. But we're not friends and we'll never be. Got that?" She shrugs, grinning as she leans back in her seat. Something was wrong about that grin… It seems a little smug… Too smug if you ask me. "Yeah, sure Jade. We'll see about that."

I let out a soft sigh, looking at Ms. Larson who is writing some formulas down on the whiteboard. This is going to be a long month, the school is making a big deal out of that stupid dance, which means hard work, staying here longer than usually and of course, avoiding Tori, who seems like she could make problems, even if she doesn't intend to.

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