Chapter 1: Wrong House
Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious like I wish I did.
A/N: Inspired by Depeche Mode's song 'Wrong', and the whole story will be from Jade's POV and mostly about her.
I was born with the wrong sign. In the wrong house. In my dark room, it's peaceful and quiet. My dead butterflies in they cases, hanging all around my room. It's a good thing they can't fly anymore. My black carpet laid across my room. My bed with black covers, I like it here in my dark room. Pictures of me and Beck hanged on my mirror just above my dresser it's been a week since we broke up. But I left those pictures there no matter how much I wanted to grab my scissors and cut them to shreds. I walk around, trying not to stare at the other pictures. The other pictures of me and Cat, me and Andre, me and Robbie. And the last one I look at is me and Tori.
I run my hand down my cold mirror, as I pick up each picture and hold them all in my hands. I walk slowly to my bed flipping through each of them. First is me and Beck, kissing by Tori's locker in school. After I see it I throw it to the ground and flip to the next one. Cat and me singing at Karokie Dokie I smile a little and push it to the side of my bed. The third one is me behind Andre while he is playing the keyboard. I set that one to the side too and the forth one is me and Tori, hugging the day she helped me with my play to impress my dad when no one else would.
The rest of my pictures are just me and Beck so I throw those to the floor with the other Beck pictures. But I hold on to the Tori one, not letting it go. Should I talk to her? No, I shake my head, grabbing the other pictures I have on my bed. I walk over back to my dresser and see how empty my mirror is now. I can actually see myself now, but I don't seem so pleasant. My hair is a wreck it's tangled and is everywhere. My make up is smeared from my bad sleeping. I set the pictures back down on the dresser, I don't hang them up back on the mirror.
"I should take a shower and get dressed" I whisper to myself in the mirror. Which is creepy but I am creepy so it doesn't matter. I bend down opening my dressers, one by one. I grab black ripped skinny's, a black shirt, black underwear and black bra. And head into my bathroom I set my clothes on my wooden counter by my sink under another damn mirror. I sigh, stripping my clothes, jumping in the tub. I turn on the warm water and let it hit my face, wash off the smeared makeup. I rub my face, looking down to see black rinsing down the drain. I walk closer, putting my head right under the pouring out water.
I reach for the shampoo sitting on the corner of the tub, and grab it. I pull down the water and step away, I raise the bottle up to my head and I squeeze the shampoo out. I set the bottle down, rubbing the shampoo in my head in circles I close my eyes. And see Tori Vega, sitting down by me in Sikowitz class. She is staring at me, her brown eyes, glowing. Her skin sparkling, her hair resting on her shoulders. She is staring at me, smiling with her cute cheek bones. I keep my eyes close, squeezing tight as I walk under the water and let it wash the shampoo out of my hair.
I keep rubbing my head trying to get all of it out. I still see Tori, now standing, walking closer to me. She grabs both of my hands and leans closer to me. My head looking down at her face, her smile, her lips. She scoots closer, moving her face just a few inches a part from mine. Before she can kiss me me "Jade! Me and your dad are leaving for work there is breakfast downstairs, if your hungry!" I hear my mom yell, knocking on my door. "Ok, mom!" I yell back I hear her walk away. My eyes are trying to stay close but I open them instead.
I turn off the water and just stand there "why the fuck does this keep happening to me?" I ask myself demanding someone to answer the damn question. I get out grabbing my dark green towel and dry off while walking in front of the mirror. I stare at myself, confused of why the hell I keep thinking about her. It's not that I hate her it's just that I don't like her. But my something else tells me otherwise, it just argues with me. I reach for my bra and clip it on. I get my underwear and slide them on. I put on my skinny jeans then my shirt. I take a last look at the mirror, looking through my cabinet. I grab my makeup and scatter around the counter. I put on my black eyeliner, and decide I don't need any other make up today.
I pick up my dirty clothes, walking out my bathroom and just throw them in my closet. I walk around in circles for I while until my hair dies, I cross my arms. I start to get dizzy but I don't stop, water is spilling all over my room. But I don't care I go faster until I fall down on my ass. Everything is spinning all over the place and I feel like I am not even here right now. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be wasted or high. I finally slowly get up and make my way to put my black boots on, using the edge of my bed to help when the spinning stops. I walk outside my room, downstairs, using the post to keep me up. "My breakfast is probably already cold" I whisper to the open.
"And it is" I say touching my eggs and french toast on the plate sitting on our family's wooden kitchen table, which we never sit at. The rest of my house apart from my room is just so bright and joyfully decorated. It makes me sick and almost nearly blinds me everytime I do come down from my room. I grab the plate and walk to the microwave, warming it up. I pace my kitchen back and forth until I hear it beep I take my plate out and hurry to eat it. Standing up over my wooden kitchen counters, there is no need to sit down anyway. After I am done I set it in the sink and walk out the house. "Man it's too fucking bright" I whisper.
Well of course it's fucking bright it's fucking Hollywood. I roll my eyes walking to my black Camaro, smiling at my beauty. My pride and joy I probably sound like a guy right now but oh well. My parents got it for me two weeks ago, I was so happy for once. Well I am sometimes happy it's only certain people that make me happy though. Like Beck, well used to, and Cat, even though she is a handful sometimes. Andre, he is cool and easy to deal with. Robbie, doesn't really make me happy but he can be cool sometimes too. Trina, just get's on my damn nerves I don't think I could ever get used to her. And last Tori, well she has made me happy a lot of times, I can't lie.
What confuses me though is when I really think about it she made me happier than Beck, Cat or Andre. She has made me the happiest and it's hard to make me happy, it really is. I am meant to be a bitch though, I don't care if people don't like it, it's me so they need to deal with it. I get in my car, and start to drive to school when I park in the parking lot. I see Cat and Robbie talking about something so I just walk up to them. "Jade!" Cat squeals and jumps on me. "Cat" I say with not really any excitement. Cat giggles and gets off me. We wait in the front of the school door until the bell rings. Cat is going off about some pet rabbit she used to have that she name Snuffles or something. I just zone her out only Robbie seems to be listening to her.
I snap out of my zoning out when I see Tori, walking our way. She has a big smile on her face and she looks great. She is wearing light blue jeans with a brown shirt and a jean jacket. "Hi Jade" she says when she gets close enough. "Whatever" I say, walking into the school, once I open the door the bell rings I sigh and make my way to Sikowitz class. I sit in my usual chair by Beck, who is already there. He looks at me, but doesn't say a word I just shake my head and look towards the front of the class. When everyone arrives we wait for Sikowitz to come. I see Tori sitting by Cat and Robbie. Andre sits on the other side of Beck. Sikowitz finally busts in with a coconut in his hand, as always. He jumps on stage and shouts "well let's begin class shall we!"
"Yes we shall!" I shout back, smiling. Looking at Tori she looks at me back, confused.