The amount of Catorade on this site is very depressing, so I decided to write this. It's also a breath of fresh air from the writer's block from my other story. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, or . .
Tori's POV:
Here I am again, sitting in my bathroom, crying because of her. She's been treating me worse these last few months, and it's not even the insults, constant physical abuse, or rumors she'd been spreading that makes me feel this way, it's the fact that I'm in love with her, and can never have her. Every little shove, trip, or comment about me she makes, is just another reminder that she will never feel the same way as I do about her. It's the worst feeling in the world, and lately as the assaults get worse and worse, so does my attitude. My friends and family notice my depression, but I can't explain it to them. No one can understand how I feel. And it's all because of Jade West.
I wipe away the remaining tears from my eyes and decide it's time I get out the bathroom. I open the door and see Trina standing in front of me with a bunch of beauty products in her hands.
"Tori! What were you doing? You've been in there for fifteen minutes!" she briefly stops talking, so I assume her question wasn't rhetorical. She proves me wrong when I open my mouth to answer and she cuts me off. "Don't you know that I need a certain amount of time to get my face looking this good?" she motions to her face with her finger to emphasize. I had to admit, whatever she uses makes her face glow. Trina's complexion was definitely her best quality.
"I'm sorry," I say and rub my eyes. Trina notices this and her expression changes. She catches on to the fact that I was crying and decides to not be so angry about the situation.
"Well, try not to take up my beauty time" she says in a much softer voice. I nod and move out her way. She awkwardly ducks her head and heads inside. I hate how my sister and parents act around me knowing about how I feel, but it's better than them constantly trying to figure out why I'm always sad. Like it was the first week this all started.
Its getting late so I decide to just go to sleep, but before I do I always go on TheSlap every night. Also as a part of my vague tradition, I check Jade's profile to see if she has posted any new pictures. To my delight she has 11 new posts in the past 12 hours. I examine each picture intently before deciding on what I like most, then I print out pocket sixed versions of the one's I choose. My favorite tonight is a picture of her glaring into the camera with a bagel in hand wearing a short vest that reveals her belly button piercing and pleasingly tight leather pants. I shut off my laptop and lay in my bed, still clinging on to my newly obtained pictures. Staring at the beautiful pale face, in these pictures gives me a sudden yet brief burst of happiness. All I can think of while admiring these pictures is the pain and misery she puts me through every day. I feel the tears fall slowly down my cheek, and I literally cry until I fall asleep.
I wake up the nest morning and force myself out of bed, I find a blue robe and put it on before going downstairs for breakfast. I can hear some lite conversation form downstairs as I turn the corner, but as they notice me coming down, they all grow quiet. I'm starting to have that effect on people these days. I get to the kitchen and open the fridge, I don't feel like making a big breakfast, so I just take out the milk and pour myself a bowl of cereal. I sit down with my bowl at the table. Most of my meal is eaten in silence, until my dad decides to speak up.
"Tori?" he clears his throat before speaking. I look up, not saying a word
"Your family is worried about your depression, you never smile anymore, you do things just to barely get by, and you've been crying excessively in the most random places." He finishes and looks at me for a reply. I can't pick the right words to say, I would give anything to just be happy, but it's never that simple. I drop my spoon into my bowl and face my look up to my dad, who looks genuinely concerned and worried.
"I'm fine dad," I lie "I just have a lot on my plate lately." I pick back up my spoon and continue eating. My dad hangs down his head back to his coffee in defeat, so my mom decides to say something.
"Honey," she begins "we've decided it would be best if you started taking antidepressants." I look up at her confused a little angry at her suggestion.
"Mom, I'm not depressed, I'm just a little overworked. Can't you just trust that?" I asked defensively
"Tori please," tears begin to form in her eyes. "We want to help you, no one likes seeing you like this." I start to say something to retaliate her statement, but Trina cuts me off.
"No one wants to be around you anymore, you always kill the mood." she states honestly. Her statement sends me over the edge.
"I can't believe my own 'loving' family won't believe me when I tell them I'm okay!" I get up and rush upstairs back to my room. From the top of the staircase, I hear my dad call out my name and my mother sobbing faintly. I reach my room and lock the door behind me. The anger causing tears to form in my eyes. I angrily throw off my robe and change into the clothes I had set aside for school today. I selected a black vest with a cream jacket and skinny jeans. I zip my jacket down under my chest to reveal a little cleavage, hoping Jade will notice. Can't blame someone for trying. I couldn't possibly face a whole car ride with Trina after what just happened, so I decided to just take a bus to school today.
I head downstairs and out the door. Thankfully, everyone had finished eating and were now getting ready to go there separate ways out the house. The bus ride to school was very uncomfortable and noisy. At one point, a motivational speaker got on the bus and started going on and on about how self-faith can overcome all obstacles. It lasted most of the bus ride and I of course had to be the unfortunate one he chose to stand next to the entire trip.
When I get to school, first period had already started. I had no good excuse for being late so I just head to Sikowitz's class, with a late mark on my semester's record. A great addition to the way my day has been so far. I open the door to the classroom and Sikowitz's was now in the middle of some important acting exercise. I take my usual seat at the front of class and listen as our teacher continues his lesson. This is pretty much how things go on for the rest of the day, until I meet up with our usual gang for lunch. I was having a pretty bad day and wasn't really hungry, but I'd take the smallest excuse to be around Jade.
"Hey Tori," Andre says to me as I sit down with my food.
"Hi" I answer politely. Beck and Andre start a conversation about what paint job Beck should give his new car or something and Robbie continues desperately flirting with Cat, through which Cat obliviously starts some story about the time she tried a deep fried oreo for the first time. Jade just sits there, quiet and reserved, as she usually has been since her break up. I scoot over to her and try to start a conversation, knowing exactly how its going to end.
"Hi Jade" I say with a smile. She looks up at me from her ceaser wrap and frowns.
"Why are you dressed like a Playboy reject?" she asks referring to my jeans and chest." I blush and look down, fighting the smile that tries to form on my face. At least she noticed.
"Do you like it?" I ask playfully. She looks at me and hums as if she's deep in thought.
"It's okay," she says after a while. "but I think you should cover up a bit. She takes the pizza I was eating from its tray and slaps it on my chest. Hard.
I squeal in pain, and peel the pizza off my skin. The whole table looks to us in shock to Jade's sudden attack. The combination of pain and embarrassment causes tears to once again stream down my face.
"Awh, you're crying already?" she asks with a smirk. "I haven't even hurt you yet." she grabs the nearest fork and stabs it into my ribs until my skin penetrates. I immediately stand up and look at her with wide fearful eyes before turning to walk away.
"And if you ever try to sit that close to me again, I will break your arms." she yells from her table.
I stop running when I get to the janitor's closet. I open it and go inside, to begin my deeply sorrowful crying session. After a few minutes of thinking about Jade and all the pain she's put my through, I hear the door open. I gather my things from off the floor and wipe my eyes before the person enters in. I look up and see a flash of bright red slips through the door.
"There you are!" Cat sings once she's completely in the closet.
"Cat, you were looking for me?" I asked puzzled.
"Of course silly," she playfully pushes mu shoulder. "You're my friend and I wanted to see if you were okay." I smiled, I guess I could really use a friend right now.
"Jade stabbed you really hard, does it hurt?" she asks nervously. I didn't even remember the sharp pain in my side until Cat brought it back up. I pulled unzipped my jacket and pulled up my vest, sure enough, there was blood streaming down my side from the wound.
"Wow, that looks really bad!" she says with her hand held up to her lower lip." I know the janitor keeps a first aid kit in here somewhere." She looks around the shelves until she finds a box filled with cloths and bandages. She took a cloth out of the box and dampened it with the sink by the door.
"Cat, how'd you get so good at this?"
"My brother loves climbing trees, except he's not really good at it, so my mom decided that if he's ever with any of us alone, we should all know how to give first aid." She giggles at the end of her story.
"Oh," I reply
"Here, this may sting a little." She says before spraying something she found in the box on my wound.
"Shit!" I say and Cat flinches, I've never really cursed in front of her before, except in situations like this when I've just been through unexpected pain.
"Sorry" I say with a smile.
"It's okay," she smiles back. "Now I'm going to put this large band aid in your skin." She says and takes out a slightly bigger than normal bandage.
"That should do it." She says and sits up to look at her work. "Oh! I almost forgot something." she says.
She leans down and slowly puts a soft tender kiss on my side. My toes curl at the contact. As she removes her head, the bell rings signaling the end of lunch,
"Well, I guess I better get to class, later Tor!" she says and skips out of the room. Cat really is an amazing friend.
My encounter with Cat gave me the courage to go throughout the day, until I saw the little note that Jade had left for me on my locker in red ink. On my locker, she had spray-painted the word 'Skank' in big bold letters. I gasp at the sight in horror as I back away slowly from my locker. I stumble backwards into Jade, who has a devious smirk on her face.
"I see you've seen my little note." She says in an icy tone. I look back to my locker than back at Jade. It's a good thing school had ended because I had already dashed out the school. I ran until my legs couldn't take it anymore and I collapsed on the street. I lay there for a moment seeing as no one was around to see me. I kept thinking about today, about how Jade made fun of me and hurt me, and no one did anything to stop her. Except Cat, she truly is my best friend. I get up and look through my bag to find change for the bus. I get home and Trina is on the couch watching tv and eating a taquito. She notices me smiling and decides to acknowledge me.
"Hey little sister, have a good day at school?" she asks looking up briefly from the screen.
"Yep!" I answer and head upstairs to my room.
The rest of the day wasn't so bad. For the first time in months, my family had actual had a normal dinner conversation! Dad told us about his day at work and about some jerk that tried to rob a video game store, and Trina did most of the talking about a play she thinks she's getting a part for. I was actually enjoying myself for a while. The conversation went downhill, when my mother asked me about my day at school. My mood change was evident but I didn't want to ruin this for everybody so I just said a simple 'okay' and moved on.
After dinner, I took a shower, still thinking about the day I had and the mean things Jade said and did. When I was finished, I put on some fresh clothes and turned on my laptop. I got to the slap and saw Jade had posted two new pictures. I smiled and clicked on her profile to check them out. One was of her smiling and licking a red liquid off of a fork. I was confused for a minute until I saw that she was outside the school during lunchtime in this picture. It also occurred to me that this was the same fork she had used to stab me and that it was my blood she was licking. Nevertheless, she looked amazingly cute in this picture so I printed it out. The next picture was of my locker after she spray-painted it. Seeing this picture brought back so many painful gushing back to my mind, and I immediately shut off my laptop.
I lay down in my bed and pull up my covers, still with my newly obtained picture in hand. I stare at her and my blood on the fork. Then I slide my hand down the side of my back until I feel the bandaged wound Jade inflicted with her fork. I lick my lips and start to get really turned on. Call me a masochist, by I love the lingering pain Jade left on me. I pull of my panties without removing my sheets and start rubbing my clit while still staring at her picture.
" Ohhhh" I moan as my wrist movements get faster. I eventually start getting wet ant insert a finger into myself, thinking back on how Jade commented on my outfit today.
"J-Jaaaade" I pump my finger in and out of my cunt. My walls tighten around my finger and I insert another into myself. I also think back to Jade taking the fork and slowly piercing it through my skin.
"Oh Jade, why do you do these things to me?" I ask the picture in my hand and plunge my fingers harder into myself. I think of all the dirty things I would do to her to get back at her for all the years of torture she put me through. Most of them of course would be really painful on her end. The thought of these actions get me there and I pump into myself harder and faster as I climax unto my fingers and all over the bedspread.
"Oh Fuck Jade" I whisper gently as my juices finish flowing out unto the bed. I raise my fingers to my mouth and lick my own cum off my fingers. Resembling the beautiful goth in my picture. I kiss the picture goodnight and rest it on my nightstand, and then I close my eyes and blissfully drift off to sleep.
Well that was a big start. Thanks for reading. Tell me if I did good.. or if I didn't.. or if you think I should just delete the whole thing… I could do it, if it's not good enough…. Yeah so review!
