Okay before you all bitch me out saying why I'm doing this one shot and not updating my other stories, this story will pretty much explain it.
I got a text from an ex who is in the Marines. He broke my heart.
I never got over the fact that he did what he did (once you read the story you'll understand).
He told me he was coming back home since he wasn't going to be overseas. My prayers and thoughts go out to those who have loved ones that are in the Marines and aren't home.
Anyways, its been about six months since I've talked to him and I made sure he had no way to contact me. I deleted my facebook blocked him from twitter but I forgot to change my number, who would have thought he'd remember it.
My friend told me to watch this video on youtube called 'Brave New Voices: That Girl.' And it described my relationship with him perfectly. He put me in a rut and I feel so stupid for letting him get in my head. I mean its been two years, you'd think I'd learn?
The characters are a bit O/C. BTW, so don't chew my head off saying 'Beck is so out of character.' This is fiction.
I'm done ranting. Check out the video. If you've ever been in the same situation or are in the same situation. You're not alone. You can get through this.. We all can.
This was summed up in about an hour, and its almost 4 in the morning so excuse any grammar mistakes! I'm fixing some but it's been a long day!
I don't own the video inspired for this story or Victorious.
I'll update as soon as I can! I miss you guys.3
Tori sighed as she came in, her mom looked at her funny but she shrugged her off.
Climbing upstairs to her room, she checked her phone. It was Friday and she knew everyone who was anyone would be at the schools play. She didn't really want to participate, not wanting to see them.
'I miss you.'
She rolled her eyes. He always sent her texts like that when they were having problems.
'Leave me alone.' She replied anyway. But she knew he wouldn't, he would say the right things and she'd fall for it. Again. And again.
'Its over with her. I want to be with you. I love you. I hate that I miss you. You don't know how bad the ache is.'
There it was.
That's all it took for him to have her back.
'Be at the show tonight, I'll be looking for you.'
She didn't even have to reply with her answer, they both knew what her decision was.
She opened a message, ready to text her friends about it but they've all heard it all. Tori was the girl who cried wolf. Even she was sick of hearing the same story.
She got ready, dressed in something 'sexy'. He always wanted her to wear something sexy.
Pulling at the tight skirt, the same one she wore two years ago when this all began, she found a red corset top. Slinging on her navy blazer she found her vintage Prada heels her great gram left behind for her mom.
Turning on her curling iron she reapplied another layer of mascara, brushing on blush and coating her full lips with red lipstick. Once her iron was hot enough she curled her ends, knowing that he loved her hair curled. Spraying some body mist she got from her parents on Christmas, she walked down stairs.
The play started in a little less than an hour but she wanted to get there early.
"I'm going to the school play. Love you."
"Love you too, honey!"
Tori's lips formed a straight lined smile as she closed the door behind her, the guilt eating at her.
She drove to Hollywood Arts, taking the usual fifteen minute route, parking near the entrance of the school. Being one of the first ones she had parking advantages.
She glanced down at her phone, a red light blinking, indicating she has a message. She typed in her password, knowing it was him.
'Come wish me good luck. ;)'
'I'm in the dressing room.'
She read his text messages, turning off her phone she walked to the direction where the dressing room was. Taking the longer way, avoiding crossing the Black Box theater, knowing someone would spot her. Paranoia took over when it came to meet up with him.
Tori knocked on the door before a large hand clasped her wrist, pulling her in, locking the door quickly.
"Oh god I've missed you." He groaned as he pressed his soft lips against her red ones.
Her mind flooded with lust and love. Filthy, unrealistic, love. Her smaller hands fisted his shirt, smelling the familiar musk of his cologne. The strong manly smell never seemed to get old with her.
He pushed her against the door, lifting her up, wrapping her naked legs around his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer together. She moaned against his lips as she bit down on one of them. His hips grounded against herself, creating friction. She nibbled on his lip lightly, licking her tongue across it before letting their tongues meet and dance in the middle.
She heard the familiar sound of his belt being undone, following by the sound of his zipper being unzipped. Her skirt rose even more as his rough hands pushed up her thighs, massaging them lightly.
Her moans were filling the room as he sucked on her neck, knowing he knew all too well where her sweet spots were. She raked her finger nails down his neck, lowering down his spine. She felt him shiver as she smirked. He knew her as well as she knew him.
His thumb glazed over her sensitive clit, making her twitch in anticipation. He chuckled darkly as he repeated his action. Tori groaned as she began to almost beg for him to touch her. Tori opened her closed eyes and looked right into his dark brown orbs, getting lost in them, like she always did.
Rolling her hips against his erection, he closed his eyes tightly a deep moan escaped his lips. His left hand reached from under her ass, behind his neck. Grabbing a hold of both her hands, he slammed them above her head, slipping his right hand into her wet core. She quietly let out a cry, shuddering as his fingers entered her. He worked her with his fingers, his thumb never missing her swollen clit with the rhythm of his fingers. It didn't take long for her breath to shallow as her eyes closed tightly, but the popped open when she felt his fingers slip out completely. He smirked as he made her taste herself on his fingers, she knew it made him horny so she obliged.
Soon, his boxers were around his ankles, his erection sprung free. Without a warning he plunged himself into her. They rocked with the same, familiar rhythm they built over the two years of sneaking around, being together secretly and whenever he needed someone for the night.
They both finished at the same time, looking intensely into each others eyes like lovers in love would do.
He pulled away after he spilled himself in her, knowing she was on birth control. She looked at him, helplessly waiting for him to say those things he texted her.
"I wrote you something." He said avoiding eye contact for too long. He handed her a folded piece of paper, her name scribbled down on top with a little heart beside it. He smiled at her as she thanked him. A poem she guessed, the poem he told her about when they chatted on facebook chat.
"Thank you." She said smiling at him. He returned it but it wasn't a smile that reached his eyes. Over the years, she knew how to tell the difference.
A soft knock was heard and he panicked, he murmured a quick 'hold on' and proceeded to clean his lips off of any trace of Tori. He ran his fingers through his already messy hair and quickly hid Tori behind a prop.
"Please stay quiet, beautiful." He said as he kissed her forehead, knowing she had a small weakness for those kisses.
She could see him walk to the door as he sprayed a bit of his cologne on and wiped at his mouth one last time.
"Yeah?"
"5 till curtain time."
"Thanks!"
The door closed quickly as she saw his visibly relax. Her heart broke knowing he had to hide her from anyone finding out about their secret flings.
"I have to go, sit in the back. I'll be looking for you. Wait for me till the end of the show and meet me here. We'll go to my place after." He said as he smirked, kissing her lips lightly. He walked to the door and winked back at her as he disappeared through the door.
She smiled as her heart raced and slowed at the same time, the room smelt like him. She fixed herself up before slipping out of the room, she knew the hall to the theater would be empty since everyone was mostly inside.
She sat in the back, smiling widely as she watched him perform. Her smile widened as she saw him look at her direction.
She knew not to show too much emotion in case someone decided to look back at her. Her paranoia came back as she straighten up and enjoyed the rest of the show.
The curtain closed in front of the cast as they bowed. Everyone stood up and applauded them.
Tori sat back down waiting till it cleared up a bit before she slipped out and walked towards his dressing room.
Her heels clicked softly, almost inaudible as they reached his door. She smiled as she noticed it being slightly opened, she put her fingers to the door ready to open it. When she heard two voices. One belonging to him and the other to her.
"What do you want Beck?" Jade snared.
"I want you back."
"Why? So we can fight?"
"I miss you, I still love you. You don't understand how bad my heart aches for you."
"What about that Tori girl?"
"What about her? Please, she's that girl that everyone wants to fuck. She's not exactly someone you want to be with."
Tori covered her mouth as a sob escaped her mouth.
She slowly turned on her heel, sick to her stomach, not wanting to hear how the conversation would end.
When she made it to her car the lot was almost empty. She composed herself a bit, driving a few blocks from school before she pulled over, completely braking down. Black tears ran down her cheeks, as her mascara smeared across her sad face. Her heart broke as she replayed the conversation in her head.
She cried into her hands, as her phone blinked with a message.
'Where did you go?'
Tori glared at her phone.
'Please come over. I miss you.'
Tori cried as she threw her phone onto the passenger side floor. She wiped at her wet face as she drove to a familiar place.
When she parked, she saw the RV. The place where it all started two years ago. Where most of their sexcapeds took place. She would spend so much time in there, under his sheets as he held her close, where she would mumble those three words but he would smile silently down at her. She looked down at her appearance as she smiled sadly. He didn't even notice the clothes, the hair or her bold lips.
She opened her door, wiping away the last stray tear that escaped her eyes.
She knocked boldly against his metal door. A few seconds later he opened the door, shirt less wearing that fake smile she thought out to be genuine.
His face suddenly turned upside down as a light frown appeared and pulled her inside.
"Hey what's wrong?" He asked.
"I came here for one thing." She said after a few minutes of silence.
Her voice cracked but she didn't care, she needed to get this out.
"I'm sick of this! All of this, was a lie from the beginning. But now I'm here to end it. Once in for all because I'm not going to lay next to you, being that girl. That girl who you get to see whenever you damn please! That girl you go to when she's mad at you. That girl who you go to when you're upset or lonely. That girl who you keep behind closed doors, wrapped in your sheets because 'I'm just a girl who everyone wants fuck and not be with'. I'm done being that girl who you avoid looking at when we pass each other in the halls! I'm done being you're Monday through Friday. When in reality your only with me because I'm real. I'm what you really want but instead you chase after what you think you want! Half of you is with her wishing it was me because the other half of you is here. In this bed, wrapped in those sheets with me." Tori yelled as she pointed at his bed, which he sat on.
"I didn't come here to yell at you, or to cry in front of you so you can feel sorry for me and come up with some lie to 'make me feel better'. I came here for respect. Because I'm not that girl. I'm not going to let you get away with the satisfaction of calling me a skank or whore because part of me will always be with you, in your soul, in your heart, reminding you of what you missed out on. Because I'm done being your doormat. I'd rather spend every night crying over you than being that girl." Tori spat as she turned on her heel and slammed the door to his RV.
Never did she look back to see his reaction. As she drove home, her heart lifted from her stomach where it had been since she heard Beck say those things to Jade.
She began and finished something that was killing her for two years in the same place. Tori escaped with a wounded heart, but knew she was ready to heal.
