So while my power has been out, I've been re-writing this story to make it flow better. I hope you all enjoy it! There will definitely be a sequel coming out sooner or later.
Ps. This is dedicated to Maddi!
"Chapter 1 – Secrets"
~*Victoria*~
Dear Diary,
It's been a while hasn't it? I think my last entry was from four months ago, the day before my first day at HA (Hollywood Arts if you forgot). I'm sorry for not writing so often! Everything's just been so busy lately.
Anyway, I've got a secret that I can only tell you. Not even Cat—my best friend—can know. Before I get to the secret, I think I should let you know what's going on at LASSA since I haven't written in, like, ever:
Day one was...something different to say the least. That day I met Caterina "Cat" Valentine, Robert "Robbie" Shapiro, Beck Oliver, and Jade West. I'd already known André Reynolds before since he had to help my sister Trina out with her Showcase performance, but you knew that. I made a new enemy that day: Jade. She got jealous when she saw me wiping coffee off her boyfriend after I'd accidently bumped into him and she poured her coffee all over me, trying to embarrass me in front of our class. But I got back at her, alright; I made out with her boyfriend, Beck, in front of our entire Improv class!
So now I've gotten to my secret. I think I'm in love with Beck Oliver. What's worse is that I'm dating André, but I don't have the guts to break things off with him. André's a great guy and everything—he's handsome, sweet, charming, and funny, everything I could ever ask for—but there's just something about Beck that drives me cuckoo. I just wish there were some way I could be with him, you know? Beck's just an amazing guy and anyone would be lucky to be with him. I wish I was as lucky as Jade. I wish I could stop leading André on like this.
But honestly, I don't see why Beck doesn't like me. Could it be that I'm not attractive like Jade? I like to think I am; I mean, my hair is as long as hers, but it's light brown not black. Her eyes are a shocking blue (sometimes green), but mine our brown. Her lips are kinda thin and mine are Hispanic-thick. I'd say we have the same cup size, but I'm a little skinnier. If she ever wore shorts or a skirt, I'm sure my legs would be as smooth and soft as hers. Sure, she's got a few more curves than me—definitely more blue streaks in her nearly straight hair than I do in my curled style—but should that matter? Why shouldn't (couldn't) Beck love me? We have a nice history too!
Crap, I have to go. It's almost time for school and Trina's throwing a fit because she can't find her shoes. If she would've looked for them last night—even though all her shoes are in her bottomless pit of a closet—she would have been ready by now. So, I'll write to you soon!
-Torilovesyou(: XOXOXO
I close my diary and quickly stuff it into my book bag before looking at my watch. "Trina!" I call up the stairs, reading the time. "Hurry up so we can go to school!" I sit on the couch waiting for my unruly and obnoxious sister. Trina is so, oh I don't have a word in any language for her! "I can't find my shoes!" she shouts back. "I don't even wanna go to school! Can't you go without me?" I rolled my eyes with an agitated sighed. "I'd like nothing more!" I shout angrily to her. Of course I can't go without her though; Mom will kill us both. "Go check in your closet!"
I hear a loud rumbling, along with a loud smash (I don't even want to know what she broke), and Trina emerges from the top of the stairs wearing a topless, pink blouse over short shorts and her black stilettos. (I used to wonder how Mom let her walk out of the house like that, but then I realized: Trina doesn't care what anyone says to her. If she keeps that attitude up, things won't look so hot for her down the line if you know what I mean.)
"You need a new lamp," she announces as she trudges down the stairs. I look at my sister with a raised eyebrow. "Why were you—" I begin, then I stop myself. "Never mind, I don't want to know. Let's just go to school." Trina is hard to put up with sometimes; she's so…ugh!
~*Five minutes later, I guess. I'm a fast driver*~
I walk into the school with Trina behind me, yelling on the phone to her weekly prank-caller. "No I don't wanna buy any cheese you loser!" she shouts behind me. I narrow my eyes and cover my ears as I walk, my sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor. "Stop calling me you freak!" Trina puts up her phone and sighs loudly, causing a few people to look at us. "Can we go home now?" she groans, stomping her heels against the tiles. I roll my eyes. "We just got here," I remind her monotonously.
Then I spot my friends hanging out at Beck's locker. "And this is where I leave you." I quickly run up to them, leaving Trina behind. While running, I manage to trip over my own feet (a bad habit of mine when I wear sneakers) and bump into Jade. As she turns around to glare at me, I notice she's wearing her usual attire: black skinny jeans, a black blouse, and black boots; totally original. "Watch where you're going, Vega," she snarls with a scowl. I sigh and walk around her. "Sorry," I mutter. (Jade West was such a bitch; I don't know how Beck managed to date her for over three years….)
Cat runs up to me and hugs me tightly, the smell of strawberries floating from her deep red hair to my nose. She's 5'2, three inches shorter than I am. She wears her long, dyed hair down her back like she always does and wears a bright pink dress with black leggings and ballerina flats. She also wears a little pink bow on her black elastic headband. "Hey, Tori," she greets in her normally high voice. I smile back; one of the reasons I love Cat Valentine is because she's bubbly and adorable. "Hey, Cat," I greet back.
I nod to André and Robbie who stand by Beck. He stands with his back against the lockers while Robbie holds his puppet, Rex, and stands close to Cat. (I hate Robbie's puppet. Not only is it creepy, but Robbie always say dirty things to all the girls at school with the thing. He even has this special voice that he uses for Rex! That and he refuses to let anyone call Rex a puppet…)
André wears a long-sleeved black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows over boot cut blue jeans while Robbie wears a blue turtleneck and super skinny blue skinny jeans; Robbie always wears turtlenecks.
Beck looks extremely sexy today in his blue jeans a button-up similar to André's only light blue and with a black silk vest over it. "Hey guys," I greet. The boys say hey back to me, André slightly more enthusiastic since he's my boyfriend. Then, my eyes focus on Beck. I try not to, but I just know there's a heavy sign of flirt in them; I mean…Beck Oliver is like a god. His delicious dark brown hair comes to the nape of his neck and slightly falls over gorgeous hazel eyes. His lips are full (but not full to the extent that they look like girl lips) and his skin has a delectable tan to it. His body…God, his body is amazing to say the least; it isn't a surprise all the girls swoon over him—except Cat because Beck's like a second brother to her.
"Hey, Beck," I greet with a shy smile and a soft voice.
Jade catches a glimpse of me and my flirty eyes—my stupid flirty eyes—and scowls again. "I'm outta here," she spits venomously. She turns and starts walking away; she purposely rams my shoulder as she walks, but I try not to make a sound. "Jade!" Beck calls out to her. "Leave me alone!" she shouts back. Now everyone in the hallway is looking at her as Beck sighs and stays with the rest of us; he knows when to leave Jade alone when she's having a bad day, and today seems like a bad day.
~*Jade*~
I hate Tori. I hate her so much! She's nothing but a boyfriend stealing whore.
I don't run. With crossed arms, I fast-walk to my favorite hide out spot in one of the old, run-down drama rooms in the west wing of the school. That cobweb-infested, paint-peeled, dark and damp room is like a second home to me; sometimes it's a first, seeing as how I'd stored away a sleeping bag, pillows, and some of my favorite scenery from my room. I normally stay here when I feel suffocated by my pain-in-the-ass father or just want to get away from the world. The latter seems to come up the most nowadays.
I sit in my favorite corner—far from the door—atop one of the rolled out sleeping bags, and pull out my journal from my book bag. Now is the perfect time for me to write in my journal.
October 10th, 2011, 7:50 AM
Today is going to be one of my bad days; I can feel it. Last night, I found out the most shocking news that's definitely going to change everything. I don't know how I can tell anyone. How can I tell my friends, or my dad—I sure as hell can't tell my mom—, or Beck for that matter? We've always been careful; we've always been cautious. I don't know what I'm gonna do. It's a day like this I wish I were never born.
But I have to be born, I guess; I have to be alive so I can nourish the life inside me… But still, I don't know how I could tell Beck I'm pregnant... I mean, we've talked about kids before, but we both decided we don't want them until we're both well out of college and able to sustain a home. Last time I checked, college is a whole school year away. I hate when plans backfire.
I'm not afraid of many things, if anything at all, but I'm afraid he won't stay once I tell him. God, I hate this. I hate being pregnant and I hate feeling insecure. Beck's never seen me insecure, so I guess that's why I came to my special place; I can really relax here. And if anyone tries to come here, I'll break their face. But how do I tell him? How? I love Beck so much, but I'd never want to lose him because of a baby! I could lie to him and say everything's okay, but I could only hide a baby bump for so long. I don't know if I could go through the adoption process either. I'd never forgive myself if our baby wound up in a home like mine…
I know I wouldn't feel this way if it weren't for her; she's the reason I'm so insecure. If not for Victoria goddamn Vega, I could tell Beck I'm pregnant and he wouldn't think twice about staying with me. I haven't liked Tori from the moment I met her; from day one, she was flirting with Beck. At first, I didn't think anything of it, though I did get back at her for doing so, but then she kissed him! He claimed he didn't stop her because "it was part of the acting class," but he looked like he enjoyed it. And then, when I broke up with him, he took forever to take me back! Normally, he wouldn't take as long as he did to get me back. I've noticed small changes in how Beck acts too. It's all because of Tori, Tori, Tori!
I've always been against abortion, but your thoughts can change when it's you sitting on that toilet looking at a little pink plus sign. Put yourself in a pregnant woman's shoes and things change. But if I do decide to keep our baby, how can I possibly raise him or her if I'm always worrying about if Beck is going to leave me or not? I'm scared, and I feel like I have no one to turn to. I want to tell Cat, since she's been my like sister since we were five, but I don't know if I can tell her. I love her to death but I don't think she could handle something like this; she can barely handle the stuff in her life, especially with the divorce.
Christ, there's the bell. Back in my bag you go. As much as I'd like to stay here and cry my eyes out until I feel better, I can't afford another phone call home saying I skipped class; Daddy dearest won't be too pleased. I'll try to hide how I feel, but I don't know how long that'll last. Here's hoping for the best even though it never comes.
-Gem
I sigh and shove my black, skull-covered journal into my book bag then get up. I slip out of the room unnoticed and make my way back to the east wing so I could get to class. On the way, I spot Cat at my locker, probably waiting for me—or Robbie since his stupid locker is two stupid lockers away from mine. When she sees me, she quickly runs up to me and hugs me tightly, not saying a word and burying her head in my shoulder. At first I'm surprised when she does—I'm not used to hugs, even if they're from her—but I'm quick to hug back. I know something's wrong and I want to let her know she can talk to me like she always does.
"Are you okay, Cat?" I question. She nods, keeping her head on my shoulder. Though her arms are still around me, I feel her shift, as if she secretly wiped her eyes; when she ran up to me, I saw her mascara was running. "I'm fine," she lies; her voice is still high, but it's low in depression.
She pulls away from me and fakes a smile. "Are you ready for the movie marathon after school?" she asks with genuine wonder. I give a warm smile and nod. "I've got some of my scariest movies in my bag," I announce proudly. "I'm still staying over with you right?" Cat nods. "My parents are out of town for a while so my brother's taking care of me," she states. (Tony's a weird kid, but I don't mind hanging around him; he's cool… in a weird sort of way I guess.)
Then, the bell rings. "Let's go," Cat says grabbing my arm, her voice slightly lifting. Together, we walk to our first period class. Once in class, I take my seat on the edge of the room and start working on some math homework while Cat takes her seat by the window; it's stupid that an arts school still has to do math.
~*Cat*~
Hi again, haha!
Did you miss me? I missed you... You're the only one I can talk to! Especially today...I can't even tell Jade what I'm about to tell you and she's my best friend. I'm so upset! I don't know what to do!
Sigh...
Things aren't the same anymore. My parents are having one of their bad times and I don't know if they'll get out of it! My brother says Mommy and Daddy are fine, but I hear them arguing at night. Sometimes they talk about a...divorce. I don't want my mommy and daddy to get divorced! They're going on some couples' retreat thing so hopefully they'll stop screaming at each other every night.
Sometimes when they fight, they scream about my brother and me and it makes me really upset. (They talk about how he ruined their lives 'cause Mommy got pregnant with him at a really young age and they talk about how they hate me because she got pregnant with me when Tony was six; she kept screaming about how she was going to leave my dad when Tony was eighteen. He's twenty-four…)
Sometimes when I get upset, I don't eat; food just makes me sick when I look at it. I started to not eat at home...but now I don't even eat at school or anywhere else. I just...don't feel the need to eat anymore. I guess it's better than cutting myself like the people in Jade's books do. I'm too scared to hurt myself like that though.
And… I've been really upset lately. I just don't know what to do. You know how much I like Robbie. But I have a really, really, really bad problem. I never told you this, but I...think I love my best friend! I thought I only liked boys, but a week ago...I started having feelings for Jade. They were more than just regular friend feelings! I...I think I like her as much as I like Robbie...and I really like Robbie. I don't know what I'm gonna do... I'm just so worried and sad... I keep thinking about Jade kissing me like she kisses Beck, with her hands running up my body and mine running up hers. I see us doing really…bad things. Gosh, I feel so dirty! I wish I didn't have these thoughts.
I've never told you this either, but my hair's not really red! I only dye it like a red velvet cupcake because I get scared that if I keep my hair brown like it normally is, I'll turn out like my mom! People say I look a lot like her, except my hair is really red and hers is light brown. People say I have my dad's eyes, so that doesn't make me feel so bad. I know my daddy loves me, even if Mommy doesn't. I just feel like if I look like my mom, I'll act like my mom. I'm terrified of getting pregnant at seventeen and having to get married really early! I'm terrified of becoming an alcoholic and being forced to do something I hate because I can't have a real job! Sometimes I wish she wasn't my mother…
Oh...There's the bell. I can't write to you in my next class because I need to focus on my singing. I'll talk to you soon though, I promise. You're my closest friend in the world.
Love always,
Kitty
I close my notebook and put it in my bag then walk with Jade to my next class, trying to be happy and hiding my feelings for Jade; I feel horrible, being so close to her and wanting to be with her, because I know I won't be able to do anything about it! But…the way her body feels next to mine drives me crazy; the way our skin touches as we lock arms sends shivers up and down my body. I want to tell her how I feel…but I don't know how she'll handle it or if she'll even understand! I'd die if Jade stopped being my friend. I've known her for so long…
As we walk, I spot Robbie in the hallway at his locker and I look to him with sad eyes. He looks back at me with really sad eyes, too. I want to stop and talk to him, but I can't be late for class. I have a singing exam next week and I need all the practice I can get.
So, Robbie has this really creepy puppet that he calls Rex Powers (because Robbie thought it was cool) and it kinda looks like Robbie; Rex has curly black hair and big brown eyes. He always wears these little blue jeans that I think are cute since they're on a puppet and a red shirt with a mean face on it. Robbie carries Rex everywhere, and no one really likes Rex because "he's" rude; Jade says it's really Robbie saying the dirty things that Rex says because puppets can't do anything by themselves.
But as we walk, Rex's eyes seem to follow me as I walk with Jade down the hall; I didn't even know his eyes could move! His puppet was so creepy! I can't tell Robbie I hate Rex, though…
I quickly look away from Robbie and start walking faster with Jade. I have to get away from creepy Rex! Robbie sighs, shuts his locker, and I hear him walk away as he goes to his next class at the other end of the school.
I think I hurt his feelings…
~*Robbie*~
As I sit in my Instrument Appreciation class, I can't help but think about Cat—among other things. I can't take my mind off of her; she's my angel…even though she isn't mine. I don't know what's wrong with me! Cat and I have known each other for years and I'm sure she can see I really like her, that I love her. I've always shown her that, so what's going on? Why can't she love me like I love her? Cat's always been my first love, and I don't think I could love anyone the way I love her. I'm not so sure I want to. She's amazing…
But, what if she doesn't want to be with me? Maybe that's why we're not together. I mean...who would? I'm seventeen, a Junior in high school, and I can't even talk for myself; I can't even find it in myself to ask the girl I love out on a simple date! I tell everyone Rex isn't a puppet, but I know he is; he's nothing more than a two foot tall ventriloquist dummy with curly black hair, scary brown eyes, and a hollow face that always wears a long-sleeved red shirt over blue jeans. I share what I really feel through Rex because people just think it's just part of my ventriloquist practice; they don't know that's how I actually feel. I...just wish I could be honest with everyone and be who I make Rex out to be. I wish I could be the snarky, cool, funny guy Rex is. I'm such a loser.
Rex could definitely ask Cat out on a date.
I love Cat, but I don't think I could let her get too close to me, not to my baggage. Maybe she'll see my faults; maybe she'll see the cuts on my arms and the burns on my chest my father gave me before he went to jail. Maybe she'll see the bruises my mother left me when she died of cancer when I was only ten; she knew my mom had died, but she doesn't know the extent of my depression. But, could I tell her? Maybe she'll run away from me and I'll lose her forever. I don't think I could live with myself if I let Cat get away from me again. I really, really love her. I think that's why I never "let" Rex make crude, sexual remarks like he does when he hits on Tori and Jade.
I need to hurry and ask her out before she gets away from me forever. I almost lost her once; I don't know if I could lose my redheaded angel again...
It's hard to tell someone you love them, especially when you've known them basically all your life. And when you've almost lost your chance with them before, you get worried that you'll lose them forever, so there's a lot of pressure put on you. Sometimes, the best way to tell someone you love them—if you're a chicken like me and can't do it face to face—is to write a note.
I decide I'll write Cat a note to tell her everything and give it to her at the end of the day, so I reach down into my bag to pull out my notebook when something bites me. "Ow!" I yell out, holding my hand. "Robbie?" comes the teacher's worried voice. "Are you okay?" The whole class looks at me. I just hold my hand and stare at it for a moment before I look back to him. What could have bit me?
"Uh, yeah," I lie, "I think I just cut myself on something sharp like a loose nail or something." A lot of the chairs are old and broken, so it's a pretty reasonable excuse. The teacher still looks worried though. "Do you think you need to go to the nurse, Robbie?" he questions. I don't know why he bothers; he doesn't really care what happens to me. No one does. "No, Mr. Marsh," I answer calmly. "I'll be fine."
Mr. Marsh nods with a not so worried expression on his face then goes back to talking about the proper way to play an oboe. Like anyone cares. When he looks away, I look back to my injured hand. The back of it has two small punctures on it, a little apart from each other, which look like someone had poked it with two really sharp knitting needles. Or like a vampire. But what would a vampire be doing in my bag? Then again, what would knitting needles be doing in my bag?
Before I can think of anything else to explain the bite, I start feeling lightheaded. The room starts spinning and I feel like the world is trying to pull me down into it. I want to raise my hand to ask Mr. Marsh if I can go to the nurse, but I only get it about half-way up before I pass out.
I remember my head hitting the desk loudly and a few girls screaming. Luckily, André and Beck share a class with me and they ran over to help get me to the nurse along with Mr. Marsh. I remember feeling someone's hand on my forehead and Mr. Marsh exclaiming: "He's burning up!" It was true; my body felt like it was on fire! I felt like I was in an oven set to 8 bazillion degrees. I remember André saying: "We'll get him to the nurse, Mr. Marsh," and I assumed he and Beck picked me up.
Then I heard the bell ring, but that was it.
~*André*~
Honestly, I was a little scared when Robbie passed out in Instrument Appreciation class. I didn't know what was going on with him, but I knew it was the right thing to do by helping him up to the nurse. When he passed out, I told our teacher, Mr. Marsh, that Beck and I would take him to the nurse and I grabbed Robbie's stuff along with his freaky puppet, Rex. (I swear to God, I never liked that puppet; it's too creepy for words.) I also helped Beck carry Robbie out the room, but the bell rang as soon as we got out the door, giving Tori, Cat, and Jade the chance to see him like that.
Cat gasps then lets out a shriek, running up to us with Tori right behind her, a worried look on her face; Jade stays behind, leaning against a locker and peering at us from afar. Jade doesn't run, and she also doesn't get scared.
"What happened?" Cat exclaims in fear. It's Beck who answers her. "He got upset because he hurt his hand in class," he begins, "The next thing we knew, he passed out. There's no blood on his hand and he had a fever, so he's probably just sick. We're gonna go drop him off at the nurse and check up on him later." Cat gently rubs her fingers over Robbie's shoulder with a sad expression. "Can I go with you guys?" she pleads quietly, keeping her eyes on Robbie's pained expression. His long curly hair lays matted on his forehead, sweat beading in several places. His face is slightly flushed and his breathing is shallow. Honestly, it hurts me to see how hurt Cat looks. She's too innocent of a person to have that happen to her, or Robbie for that matter. I know it must kill her to see Robbie in such bad shape; she is, however, strong when she needs to be and doesn't let the threatening tears fall. Beck nods, but Cat doesn't see. "Sure," he replies quietly.
Tori doesn't bother asking if she can come with; she just starts walking with us, just a small distance behind us. She looks to me and puts her hands on my shoulder that holds Robbie's bag. I look down at the painted red nails that sit upon my blue shirt. "Here," she offers, "Let me take that." Carefully, I slip the bag off without dropping Robbie and she takes it, placing it on her own shoulder.
As she walks beside Robbie in front of me, I can't help but smile to myself; I'm always happy whenever I'm around her. I love her, man, more than anything and I know deep in my heart that she feels the same for me. She's such a beautiful girl with her button nose and bright brown, almond-shaped eyes and long, silky brown hair that falls to the small of her back.
Tori's a Latina angel.
Today, I have something special planned for my angel. Today is a memorable day for me in all the wrong ways; Tori doesn't know this, but ten years ago, my parents were killed in a school shooting because they just had to be in the right place at the wrong time. I was only seven when they died, so I don't remember much about them. I've lived with my grandma ever since, but she's not too right in the head so it isn't the same as living with my parents. But I'm going to bring a new meaning to this day, to erase the hurt of losing them. I won't forget them, but I'll try to forget the hurt. Only Tori can help me do that; I know it.
I'm going to propose to her today after school. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes, but I can only hope.
After all, it's now or never.
~*Beck*~
I was worried when Robbie passed out in class, but I wasn't too worried. I mean, he's somewhat my friend, so I did care. I would've cared if he wasn't my friend, but that's a different story. When the girls came up to me and André carrying Robbie, that's when I started to get a little more worried; Victoria worries me most of all. I don't have problems with anyone, but my problem with Victoria is that I think I have feelings for her. Worse yet, I know she has feelings for me; even Jade knows. I'm a mess when Victoria comes into the equation. I mean, I love Jade! There's no doubt about that. I've been in love with her for four years now and I've gone through great lengths to prove to myself that Jade loves me back. But with Victoria, she's just as beautiful as Jade—maybe more—and she's really funny, not that Jade isn't.
Victoria is the exact opposite of Jade; she's always happy—though not as bubbly as Cat—she's got a delightful Latina accent, she's smart, and she just...I don't know; there's just something about her that draws me to her. And…I'm the only person besides her parents that call her Victoria; personally, I think her real name is better than her nickname. She only lets me call her "Victoria".
Not even André calls her by her real name.
So that's where the problem is: how is it I can feel so much for Jade and Victoria? Honestly, I see myself with Victoria, having a life with her, but I see the same with Jade. I see myself eventually raising a child with both of them and I see how our lives would be once we graduated college; with Victoria I see us both being well-known and talented actors, whereas I see Jade being the lead singer of some band while being a director and me still being a famous actor. In both lives, I see myself happy with each girl. But even if I wanted to be with Victoria, could I really find it in myself to break up with Jade after all that we've been through? Could I throw away all the memories and the laughter and the moments we've shared together for someone she hates? Jade and I have done so much together; she wasn't my first kiss or my first girlfriend, but she was my first time and I was hers. I've been there for her with the stuff going on with her parents and I tell her everything. Victoria and I haven't had nearly as many memories as Jade and I have, but do I want to make new memories with Victoria?
I think about all of this as we carry Robbie to the nurse's office and we're there before I know it. Nurse Hatchet comes running up to us when she sees Robbie passed out in mine and André's arms. "Oh my, oh my!" she exclaims. Her voice is as brittle as her hair in her old age and she reminds me of my grandmother who died before I left Canada—my home country. "What's happened to the poor boy?" Nurse Hatchet has a fading Irish accent, but it's still evident. "We think he might have a fever and passed out from stress," I answer calmly.
Nurse Hatchet waves her hand, signaling where to take him. "Follow me children," she orders. "Put him here on the bed and I'll take a look at him." André and I lift Robbie onto the small cot lined with sheets and pillows and we stand around him. "Could you please wait in the office for me?" Nurse Hatchet asks after taking a look at us as well as Cat and Victoria; I assume Jade has gone to class. She doesn't care for Robbie that much. We nod and all walk back to the office, Cat and Victoria sitting in the waiting chairs while André stands by Victoria and I stand by Cat.
As I stand there with André and the girls waiting for Robbie, I can't help but think about anything besides Victoria or Jade. I think of my first kiss with Victoria and my first kiss Jade. I think of the fun I've had with Jade, our first date, our first kiss, our first anniversary… It would be hard to let all that go.
But Victoria…I have this need to protect her, to cherish her, to love her like no one else can… Jade, she's tough and independent and that's what I love about her; she doesn't need me to protect her every moment of every day. But Victoria, she's sweet and innocent—not as innocent as Cat, but innocent enough—and she needs someone to take care of her. I just can't help but feeling André can't do that for her.
I didn't know choosing Jade or Victoria would be the least of my worries; I didn't know how much danger we were about to face.