Hello all! So this is my second Fanfiction! It will be very Jori and I will love every moment of it. If you like this, please check out my other story, "You Don't Have to Put On the Red Light". It involves Jade and an OC named Roxy, and is the story I'm more into writing currently. I promise it's good! But I'll still put a lot into this one, so I hope you enjoy it!

Reviews are always appreciated ! =]

It was a cold night when I found myself outside of her house. What was I doing here? What the hell was I thinking? Of all the people to come into my life, I've never been more bitter, vicious or cruel to any as I have to her. She makes me sick; the thought of her makes my skin cringe.

I looked up at the sky, amazed at how many stars I could see. Each one burning bright, but some out shinning the others. No matter how hard you try, your eyes instinctively move to those stars; they are the ones that capture your attention. They draw you in and suddenly, the world around you doesn't exist. You're captivated by their beauty.

But the simple fact is that you may not want to look at it. That burning ball in the sky may not be what you want to want, or want to need. You try with all your might to look away and go back to what you were doing and where you were, but it doesn't let you. And it's not like this star is trying to keep you roped in, it's your own fault. It's your own damn fault and that's what makes it worse than it already is.

She is that star. She has taken all my sense and logic and has tossed it aside. And no matter how hard you push away...no matter how much you batter and beat and try to escape, you cannot. You are completely and 100% stuck. And it fucking sucks.

Still, here I am, staring at her door, wanting nothing more than to knock and ask to come in. I need her warmth; I need her touch. I have never felt more vulnerable and more insecure in my entire life. As hard as I try, I cannot shake these feelings and thoughts I'm having. I cannot shake the fact that I might just need someone for once in my life, and it might be her.

But how did I get to this point? What brought me here? There was a time when stone cold Jade needed nothing more than a pair of scissors and a killer reputation. When did anything else begin to matter? And why does it matter? How could I suddenly need more, and have that more be a person? I never did well with others; I'm the definition of loner. But I never had an issue with this and I never cared to be anything else. People disappoint; Hell, I disappoint on a daily basis. But the difference between me and others is that they keep going back to people; they need people. I don't need people...I never did. Until now I suppose.

I remember the first time I saw her face...the day I first realized I may, in fact, have a weakness. She wasn't supposed to be there; quite the contrary, her lesser half was supposed to be in her place. I knew nothing of her existence until she stepped foot on the that stage...

Here I am, once again...
feeling lost but now and then...

"Who is that girl?" Cat asked curiously, twirling her then brown hair in her tiny hands.

"I'm not sure. I thought this was Trina's number." Beck replied, looking just as confused.

I wanted to make a snarky remark about how anything would be better than listening to that gank's piercing voice. But the girl on that stage distracted me. She looked so unsure of herself, and it seemed like she was honestly and truly nervous; she didn't have an ounce of confidence. But with the reassurance of Andre on keyboards, I watched her begin to glow. She knew that there was no turning back. She took a deep breath and began to sing while moving around the stage with such enthusiasm. She wasn't the most graceful individual, but something about that made her all the more interesting. She was raw but she was genuine, and everything she put out there on that stage was pure beauty and talent. It was unrefined.

I should've been jealous. I should have been concerned. But for that moment, I was soft. Those big brown eyes, that radiant smile, and the sway of her hips to the music she was living for in that moment was enough to make me forget that I was in a world filled with others; It wasn't just her and me.

When she finished, the crowd roared in approval, waking me from my trance. I clapped as well, but it was almost automatic, like I was programmed to do so. I was still so stuck in my head, wondering what it was about that girl that made me feel so...unusual.

"She was pretty good" Beck said to Cat. She looked over at me, curious if I agreed or if I'd be mad at Beck for saying anything about another girl.

"She's as good a mediocre gets." I replied, looking away with disdain. I reeled myself back in. I couldn't allow one strange moment in my life to make me question everything I ever thought and felt; it wouldn't be worth the stress. As far as I was concerned, she was new competition that my boyfriend was complimenting. That equation was nothing good in my eyes. I hoped I wouldn't see her around school much.

But I did. She was friends with Andre, and Andre was friends with everyone I hung out with. Day after day, I had to see her face, hear her voice, feel her presence in almost every single one of my classes.

We didn't start off so well. I walked into Sikowitz class to see her rubbing her hands on Beck, cleaning the coffee off of him that she spilled because she's a complete klutz. I let my anger get the better of me, and the class ended with her covered in my own cup of coffee.

Did I regret that? Not then. Not at all. At that time, I was more angry about the fact that a not-so-ugly and decently talented girl was all over Beck. While I realize now that nothing would have happened, I would've done anything at that time to forget the weird feelings I had a few nights before. Besides, Beck was mine, and she needed to know what that meant.

After a while, picking on her became a game. It was strange, because I always had a small amount of pity and sorrow after doing these terrible things to her, but in another sense, I also felt empowered. She was clearly no good for me and needed to know her place.

The thing is, despite everything, she never really fought back. She always took the higher road and went out of her way to do the right thing. The first time Beck and I broke up, she didn't try to make any moves on him. Instead, she was there for me the entire time. She watched me turn into a broken-hearted and disastrous mess, and still, she never once tried to take advantage of the situation. The second and last time we broke up, same case. While I resented her more the second time and pushed away the help she offered, she still treated me like a friend, or as much like one as I would allow.

When Beck and I first broke up, I was really devastated. He was my best friend, and I do not do well with big changes. But this past time, when it happened...it didn't hurt so much. In fact, I bounced back pretty quickly. I can't help but feel that it is partly her fault that I moved on so quickly.

I knew she didn't really want Beck and that they were friends, but the fact was that through out everything, she still saw me as a friend. From faking a black eye to making her pass out on stage so I could play a lead role, she never stopped talking to me. There were times when Beck gave up on me. Hell, our last break up was him giving up all together. So why didn't she do the same? Was she really as good of a person as she made herself out to be?

It didn't seem possible. But then again, here I am, still standing outside of her house. I have so many questions and thoughts running through my head and I feel like I can't breathe. How does she do this to me? Why is this happening?

Of course, last night didn't help; It was such a strange turn of events. Both her and myself were picked as leads for a play that Sikowitz was doing. I was to play the wife, and of course, she was picked to be my husband. While rehearsing, Sikowitz grew angry, sending everyone else home besides me and her. He told me I wasn't convincing with my love for her, and that I needed to be more of a wife. But how could I act "loving" towards someone who made me so confused and so sick all at the same time? I loathed those feelings; I wanted them to stop ever since the day they started. Sikowitz said we had to do something in order to fix our acting issues, and told us to meet him at this Sushi Restaurant the next night. We both protested, but he threatened to recast us, so we obliged. And that's where the trouble I was in grew to maximum proportions.

Why you may ask?

Well, that's when I realized that I, Jade West, may be falling for the girl I despised and pined over since the moment I saw her. I was falling for the girl who made my stomach turn and my heart leap all at the same time. I was falling for none other than Tori fucking Vega.

I shouldn't be here right now. I shouldn't be here at all.

So why am I about to knock on her door?