My second Jori fic! Whoa!
I really liked writing this two shot, actually.
Jade's POV
I always loved kissing Beck. He had warm rough lips and they were enough to keep me feeling safe at night, pressed against my neck. His fingers were calloused and hard wrapped around my waist. I did love Beck. But he was all hard edges and walls that didn't want to be broken down. Or at least I hoped he was, because if he wasn't he had the emotional depth of a teaspoon. However, I didn't question it. He didn't want me in, so I stopped trying.
We stuck together because it was convenient. Comfortable. Easy. We were Beck and Jade; that was just how it worked. For a little while, at least. Eventually Beck found love in the little red head that floated around us. Cat was good for him. Or he was good for Cat. I couldn't tell, I still can't.
So, I was alone. No one to hold my hand. No one to kiss me goodnight. No one. Until one day, I realized who was there all along. Well, that's cliché. But it's true. Tori Vega flew into my life, about two years earlier; a speeding whirlwind of smiles and laughter and hugs. I hated her right away. She was all over Beck. My Beck, calloused hands and hard lips, he was mine. She threatened that. She threatened me. I did the only thing I could think of. I became the jealous girlfriend. I reared my head, I hissed, I struck at her heels, spitting venom and curse words. She retreated, prepared to run. Then she turned back, kicked me across the dirt and took my place.
Beck didn't leave me for Cat. We quietly broke it off and he pursued her. I apologize if you wanted some juicy drama, maybe you wanted to hear that I smashed his head in, maybe you were hoping that he broke my heart. Well I didn't hurt him and he handed my heart back without a scratch on it. He was just holding it for safe keeping anyways. I knew, just as we'll as he did, that it didn't belong to him.
So, back to Vega, I hated how kind she was, and I hated the way she would be nice to me even when I was a bitch to her. I had it in my mind that she shouldn't be allowed to do that. I hurt her, therefore, she should have wanted to hurt me. She didn't want to, she wanted to be friends. She wanted to be friends with me.
Somewhere in between me pouring coffee on her head during her first day at Hollywood Arts and the last few months of our senior year I stopped fighting my growing feelings for the youngest Vega.
Tori isn't Beck. I'm not saying that I want her to be though. Beck was hard, sharp, edges and walls. Tori is soft, gentle, curves and love. And God, can she love. She found a way to pour love from her mouth right into my soul. No one ever makes me feel so wanted and beautiful and necessary the way she does. Ugh, am I getting mushy?
It's her fault. This beautiful goddess of a perfect woman finds me good enough. Tori loves me. I can't help but appreciate that just a little bit. So bear with me here.
I want to get one thing straight; I kissed her first. I was the one brave enough to take out relationship to the next level. Maybe I was the one stupid enough.
We sort of skipped the friendship part. Moved right from me hating her to being girlfriends. She was the one who wanted the label. Insisted that she was mine and I was hers. It made me feel safe. It made me feel wanted. It made me feel good.
Cat and Beck were somehow so different they worked out. Cat softened his edges and dug under his walls. He didn't want them broken down, I wasn't strong enough to climb over them, Cat was just small enough to dig a tunnel and crawl underneath. Every time Cat went out of control Beck was there to reel her back in.
I can say, honestly, I am a bad influence on Tori. She will deny it; but, come on, she didn't skip school before dating me. She didn't make out in the janitor closet during third period or blow off studying to fool around when she was dating those other idiots. That is all for me and despite the guilt of tainting the good girl, I am incredibly happy that I am the reason behind the change.
I am a reasonable person, most of the time. Okay, some times. Alright, once in a blue moon I'm reasonable. So I can recognize the fact that Tori Vega has had an influence on me. A good one too. I regretfully admit that at one time in my life I went to a large amount of parties, and I'm not gonna lie, I usually got so wasted I couldn't remember my name. Tori put a stop to that immediately. She doesn't encourage drinking, and she refuses to partake if others do it around her. And now, so do I. Even if that means we're the only two sober ones there. Not that that happens very often, we don't attended parties where drinking would be a temptation.
So, just to recap, if you missed anything, I am in love with Tori Vega. She is good to me and good for me. I try to be the best I can be for her and I treat her like a goddess. At least I do when we're alone. After all, I do have a reputation to uphold.