We all know them. We all have them. We're on the outside always looking in. Always wondering what's it like to live that perfect existence. Wondering what it's like to ever come close to it.

They're the untouchables. So shiny and pretty. We just want to touch them. But they're too far away. They're up in the sky and we're the lowest of the fucking low. Worse than dirt. Just slightly better than shit itself...

They're the beautiful people. Untouchable.

Her name is Jade West. And she is one of the beautiful people.

She's flawless. She has pale skin like marble and cold blue eyes the color of glaciers in the sunlight. Her hair flows down her feminine shoulders in waves of soft satin and her lips form a heart when she pouts. A bloody fucking heart. She's got the perfect body. Tight skin, tight bod, tight ass in a pair of designer jeans. Only brand name clothes for her, only the best of the best for the wicked witch of the West.

Ha.

She's got the perfect boyfriend, too. Tall, dark, handsome. Beck Oliver is the ultimate boy toy. Loyal, nice, charming. He's the bassist for an alternative rock band, he waits on her every beck (haha!) and call, and he doesn't ask questions. He's a zombie ass muthafucker. No will. He follows orders. He follows the mass.

She doesn't have a lot of friends. Most people are afraid of her. We little people tend to steer clear. It's like she's got an invisible bubble around her and whenever we close to her we bounce off. She repels us.

She repels me.

But at the same time attracts me like a moth to devastating flame.

"S'up Tori?"

"Hey, Andre. What's shakin?"

The handsome black boy juts his head over my shoulder. "Sinjin." He says.

I sigh. Roll my eyes. I don't have to look over my shoulder to know the scene that's unfolding. It goes something like this.

"Hi Jade. You look very pretty today." Sinjin stutters. Awkward. Nerdy. Hopeful.

"Here she goes." Andre mutters.

"Get lost, dweeb." Jade snarls, not even bothering to look at him. "Now."

He sighs. I'm counting down in my head. Three...two... one... he spots me. His eyes widen, a huge smile lighting up his face.

Fuck.

"Hey Tori-"

"I'm two seconds away from cutting your dick off with these dull scissors." Jade threatens waving a pair of oxidized scissors. There is no doubt in my mind she will do it.

Sinjin's expression causes me to smirk. I think he just peed himself. Again. He makes a beeline for the exit where he promptly disappears. Andre cocks a brow at me. I shrug.

"I see you're as pleasant as ever." I comment.

"Fuck you, Vega." She slams her locker door and walks past me. She shoulder checks me on her way and my bag falls to the floor as my back slams into the locker.

I see red. And I'm not talking about Cat.

"Hey. You. Can't you see I'm standing here?"

Andre puts his hand on my shoulder, whispering, telling me to let it go. But I can't let it go. She's Jade West. One of the beautiful people. She's like a Greek goddess that won't come down from her throne in heaven. Why would she when they all worship her anyway? There's no need to mingle with the slaves.

But I can bring her down. She's untouchable and this is the only way I know how to touch her.

She spins on her heel, expression a mask of rage. Incredulity. I have her attention. I always do.

"What?" She growls, daring me to make a move.

I take the bait. "Oh, what? You're blind and deaf now?"

I can't say I saw that hit coming. I should have though. I should have seen it coming a mile away. She projects her every move a week in advance. The way her shoulders dropped, the way she stiffened- I should have known.

Her fist catches me square on the side of the mouth. I fall back into my locker seeing stars in a blanket of black. She's like a fucking cobra and she injects me with her venom. I suck it out the only way I can.

My own first smashes into the right side of her face. I grin triumphantly as she stumbles back almost smashing into a gawking, stunned Beck. Poor guy. I swear God blessed him with all looks and no brain.

Jade shoves him away before charging at me. I'm ready for her. My hands tangle into her hair while her sights are aimed at my face. She fights dirty. She's gonna go scratch, bite, pinch, flick, poke, kick, punch, and headbutt every inch of me for as long as she can.

"Fucking skank!"

"Bitch!"

We're locked in a standoff. If I go forward she'll rip my head off. If she goes forward I'll tear hers clean off her shoulders.

We lock stares. Hers is cold as Arctic water. I feel a shiver run down my spine. Her eyes are glued to my bleeding lip. Her tongue briefly flicks over her own.

"ENOUGH!"

About time, Lane.

The school's counselor comes roaring down the steps, livid. He quickly separates us, tossing Jade into Beck's arms while Andre secures his own around my waist. I'm furious. Fuming! Ready to go on a rampage! But no matter how angry I am I know I can't fight Andre. His big, muscular arms feel like a stone cage around me.

"What's the meaning of this?"

Silence fills the hall. That is until my sweet, air headed friend Cat comes waltzing in with Robbie.

"Motherfuckin shit! Tori you're bleeding! What happened?"

I can't help a chuckle. It's very rare that Cat swears. I must look like shit. I take a peek at Jade and smirk. Little Ms. Perfect looks like a pissed off kitty.

"Nothing," I say cockily, "Just teaching Jade a lesson in manners."

Cat glances at Jade then turns to me with a grin. "Well okay! Have fun!"

Jesus H, Cat...

"Caterina!" Lane yells. He looks like he's about to burst a vessel. I can't say I blame him. Jade and I are a handful. He sighs. "I'm sick and tired of this! You, you, you, you, you and you! Detention tomorrow! 8AM to 4PM! Don't be late!"

Safe to say, I think we're all in shock. We all turn to watch him leave.

"Detention?" Jade shouts, the first to recover, "I think you mean suspension!"

"Detention!" Lane yells before he rounds a corner.

Cat, Robbie, Beck, and Andre look at me. It's not like I started this fight. But I sure as hell finished it.

Jade scoffs, fixing her blouse before grabbing her bag. "Just fucking great. Couldn't keep your mouth shut could you, Vega?"

"Me?"

Lane shouldn't have left so soon. Andre's grip tightens. I get the message loud and clear.

"Don't think I don't know you were at Beck's trailer the other night."

Finally Beck snaps out of it. His dark brows hang over his eyes. "What? What are you talking about-"

"Oh get off it, West."

"Apparently you do." The jealousy drips off of her voice, the anger making her eyes glow like some sort of monster. "News flash. You're not good enough."

Before anyone can say a word she stomps off and I'm left to wonder who she's talking about.


Sometimes I can't help but want to touch them- the beautiful people. That kind of perfection should not exist in this world.

It really doesn't.

We can't touch the beautiful people because they'll break. If we look at them for too long we start to see all the flaws and imperfections. Every mistake comes into the light until finally the guise is lifted.

They're like glass dolls. Far too easy to break.

I'm standing on the outside always looking in. I used to think I wanted to be on the inside. Then I realized these glass walls that separate us is a cage which they can't escape. They're on display. Jade's on display.

I can reach in and touch them. But they can't reach out to touch me.

I touch her now; my fingertips gliding through the junction of her thighs. My face is pressed into the crook of her neck, teeth sinking into her pulse point, tongue lapping up the moisture from her skin. She contorts, arches, and withers against my every touch. Almost as if it causes her pain.

Her thighs tighten their grip on my waist pushing my trapped hand into her. My fingertips almost brush her soul-they're in so deep.

"T-Tori!" She cries out in a pitch unbeknownst to her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips pulled back in a grimace. She clenches at my fingers greedily.

Our bodies slither against each other like snakes in heat. Tangled, hot, moist. I pulse inside of her and she screams. Jade is very vocal. She reacts. I like that. I bite her, she whimpers. I scratch her, she shivers. I torture her and she begs. She reacts.

"I can't believe you busted my lip." I pant. My wrist is cramping, my forearm aching. We've been fucking for hours. My body is sore, tired. Satisfied. But Jade isn't. She never is.

She untangles her hand from my hair and gently traces the area with her thumb. Half my jaw is bruised.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, cerulean eyes locked on me. "I just got so jealous when Beck told me you went to his house."

"Jealous of who exactly?"

"Jealous of- OH MY GOD!"

She comes hard. Her walls take my fingers hostage, her legs hold me against her as if her life depends on it. Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of red, her pretty little mouth frozen in a silent scream.

I smirk to myself. Pleased. I take great pride in knowing I'm the only one who makes her feel like this. I wait a few minutes, letting her ride out the very last wave of her orgasm before reclaiming my hand.

She pants, sounding like she just ran a marathon. Her chest is heaving, thrusting into my face. I kiss her nipples, flattening my tongue against the hard, sensitive buds. She shivers. Gasps.

I close my eyes. Lose track of time. Until her voice, that hauntingly beautiful voice of hers, calls my name.

"-of you, Tori."

I frown. "What?"

She purses her lips, a line forming between her shapely brows. She hates admitting things to me, hates seeming weak.

"I'm jealous of Beck."

"Why?"

"Because if he wanted you it would be so easy for him to have you. No one would bat a lash. But it's not the same for me. I can't have you."

"I don't want Beck. Why can't you have me?" I whisper. She's caught in a trance and I'm afraid to break it.

Jade sighs, untangling herself from my arms. She grabs the sheet and wraps it around herself before turning on her side. Away from me.

I resist the urge to pull her back to me. Jade is one of the beautiful people. She's rich, talented, clever, smart. All the boys want her and all the girls want to be her. She only wears designer clothes. Only the best of the best for the wicked witch of the West...

"Never mind." She's up, moving like a reverse tornado sucking up her clothes from my floor. "Just forget about it, Vega."

And just like that she's out of my reach again. Just like that she's the cold, heartless, bitch from before. Yeah she's one of the beautiful people.

Everyone knows they're untouchable.


AN: The idea for this fic came from The Breakfast Bunch & Wild Things. You're probably sitting there scratching your head and thinking damn this bitch has issues (And cusses a lot XD.) I totally do but it makes great reading material. Should I continue? Should I give up? R&R! I have a few chapters ready.