disclaimer: still don't own Victorious. that's all Dan Schneider/Nickelodeon... which really puts a damper on my day.
Her favorite color is white. It doesn't really make sense, seeing as she surrounds herself with blacks and grays and just darkness, but if you asked her she'd always say white, in that tone that made you think you should have already known the answer.
Because you should have.
Her best friend is too happy all of the time. That doesn't make sense either, in comparison to her I'm-not-mean-I'm-honest personality. But she is best friends with the happy, random redhead who thinks dogs can talk and brothers are supposed to get shot by clowns. And she's okay with that.
It's one of those friendships that work, you know?
Her father doesn't really hate her. She thinks he does, because he's never been good with showing affection, and dammit, his daughter is too passionate about a career that might not even happen for her. He thinks she's wasting her passion, sure, but he doesn't hate her.
He just doesn't know how to voice the words.
Sometimes, she likes to make her boyfriend sing her Beatles songs. Her feet in his lap, his voice crooning out Hey Jude and Strawberry Fields Forever in a way that makes her feel like the only girl in the world. If it was just him and her, she wouldn't mind that at all.
He always ends each song with a kiss on her ankle. She doesn't mind that either.
She doesn't really hate Vega. Doesn't think she's stupid or talentless. She's not even jealous of her. She's simply upset because every time she tries to be noticed now, tries to come out on top, Vega somehow gets put right in front of her, stealing the crowd.
Okay, so maybe she's a bit jealous.
She doesn't want to be famous. She wants to act. Just be someone else, imitate, live in a different pair of shoes. She doesn't understand fame, but she gets art. And that's all acting is. It's art imitating life.
Or something like that.
Her favorite time of day is sunrise. Ever since she was six she's always been awake at that time. Used to, she'd drink milk on the front deck with her mother. Now it's a cup of coffee on her balcony. Beck knows not to call her at this hour. It's the one time of day she feels like her mother is still with her.
That's a bit depressing, isn't it? (She's not dead, she'd just rather be with her replacement family in Beverly Hills.)
Her first boyfriend was Beck Oliver, from her Freshman year. He told her she was acting like a gank then asked if she wanted to go for coffee with him. She figured he was worth her time.
Turns out, he was.
When she's ninety eight and lying on her deathbed she's going to wish she was able to say she lived with no regrets. Because being the gank, the mean girl, the antagonist? It has a price tag.
So, yeah. She's gonna have regrets. But she wishes she didn't.
And it's not really fair, because when the sweet girls do mean things it's rarely noticed.
She's been called out too many times to count.
But fuck it. She's Jade West, and even if she is...
You know what? She doesn't even care to end that explanation. She doesn't need one.
A/N: I thought a bit about Jade's character. And then Wikipedia'd that hoe. Because I love her. And she's described as the antagonist. And just... I figured, there has to be heart in the Wicked Witch somewhere, yeah? So I tried. It's okay to tell me if I did awfully. I'm pretty sure I'm nowhere as good as the rest of y'all higher caliber writers. But, I wanted to try. Because I want to get better.
