This is going to be a series of one-shots based on things I think. I absolutely love Jori so I thought I would just put it into a fanfiction. Maybe drop a review or a follow?~
So what if I was in love with my enemy? It's not like she loves me back. Of course, if I told her she was like a friend to me, she would probably plan a party. I could just imagine it, the look on my friend's faces when they finally realise that I like her as a friend.
I've always liked her as more than a friend. Just the first time I saw her step through the door was the sign that I wasn't completely straight. She had gorgeous hair and not the best clothing attire but regardless I liked her. I couldn't understand why she wanted to get to know me more. I was a bitch to her. She was too peppy for my liking and loved getting our small group of friends into a mess but she always apologised for it and it was fine.
I was always so harsh to her. I constantly told her she wasn't pretty, or she needed to change her clothing choices. She probably thought I hated her, but it was the complete opposite.
I remember the day when I went over her house to help her with a Secret Santa present to give Andre. She just had to check me for my new scissors (which I still love very much). I just wish she looked at my cleavage a bit longer because if she did and Trina and Robbie weren't there, I would have probably taken her right there on the lounge room floor. It sucks for her because my new scissors were actually in my bra.
I know my friends and probably the whole world would mock me if I was truly in love with Tori Vega, but seriously who wouldn't be? People are just attracted to that girl like bees to a honeypot.
I shouldn't be in love with my enemy, who doesn't love me back. But here I am, loving a girl who is my complete world and she doesn't even know it.