A/N: Hey everyone! Okay…. So this is my first story. Reviews, critics, and suggestions are greatly appreciated! Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own vicTORIous…. Only in my head :D
It was just an average day. I was here, sitting in homeroom. Chugging cup after cup of coffee, the same irritated scowl on my lips that seemed to never fade.
I had the bubbly, over-enthusiastic Cat sitting next to me, chatting away contently, seeming totally fine with the fact that I hadn't given her a single response besides an eye roll and an agitated 'whatever' in the past fifteen minutes.
We had been the first ones here as usual, due to Cat's crazy beliefs that the earlier we got here the more we would learn. Ugh, screw learning, it's overrated.
People slowly started coming into the room, all looking like they wanted to crawl back into bed as much as I did. Meghan came, then Eli, Annaleigh, Ashley, Preston, Lindsey, Greg, Hannah, Spencer. All faces I knew, and talked to at least one time in my life, but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. All I cared about was the one face I have had stuck in my head for as long as I can remember. Where are you, Beck?
Andre came a few minutes later, plopping down next to me and giving us both small smiles.
"Hey girls, how are you this fine morning?" he asked with heavy sarcasm, before taking a sip of his own coffee, looking like he would give a kidney to get his chair to turn into a bed.
"Yeah," I snorted, with my signature eye roll, "I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful morning," putting a look of fake appreciation on my face.
"Oh my gosh, Jade!" Cat screeched at an inhuman octave, "I never knew you could be so optimistic! See? I knew you had it in you!" I averted my eyes from the crazy child, and looked straight up, as if to ask god 'why me? What did I ever do to you?' but then I realized the answer and assumed this was god's sick way of punishing me for my sins.
I heard Andre sigh besides me, obviously annoyed with the fact that Cat had given up on me and was now trying to get a reaction out of him. Oh well, sucks for you Andre, I thought with an internal grin.
Don't get wrong, I love cat like a sister, (A/N: felt the need to put that, I have been getting really sick of all of the Cade/Jat Stories) I really do. She's just so happy all the time and I'm, well, not. But that doesn't mean I love her any less. I don't let a lot of people in, my tough girl rep doesn't allow it, but Cat was one of the few people I did.
She was always there for me, even when I constantly tormented her and put her down in every way possible. She always offered me her shoulder and let me completely stain her shirt with salty, thick, mascara tears whenever Beck and I had our world-famous two day breakups. She loved me despite my major flaws, what more could I ask for?
It was almost like my heart was surrounded by huge electric barb-wire fences, to keep out unwanted people I was afraid to be hurt by. Some people I let in easy, people like Beck and Cat. Others I let in hesitantly, like Andre and Robbie. They have never done anything for me to hate them; I just have the whole trust issue thing. The less people I trust, the lower the chance of getting hurt. I do call them friends, there here for me and I guess that's more than I can say about other people.
Then there are the people I can't stand. Others I wish would just jump off a cliff and die slowly. Others like the tramps that look at Beck, the sluts that flirt with Beck, and the whores that he calls ex-girlfriends. So, I'm possessive, does it come as a shock to you?
Then there is the one person that I absolutely wish would just run in front of a bus, get stabbed repeatedly, soaked in flesh eating acid, and forced into a tank of sharks. Now I don't think it would be fair to name the person I feel such strong hatred for, cough-TORI VEGA –cough.
Yes, it's true. It's been eight months since she came to Hollywood Arts and I still loathe Tori with a burning passion. Oh yeah, I can hold a grudge. I mean she KISSED Beck! My Beck! What is up with that? Isn't there some sort of unwritten code that girls swear to the day they're born, that says you NEVER kiss another girl's boyfriend? Where was she during this?
I mean, yeah, I spilled coffee on her head, but c'mon! She was rubbing up on him first! Ugh! God, I hate that child.
My hateful thoughts were cut short however, when I saw Sikowitz come somersaulting into the classroom. I sighed, we all loved Sikowitz, we really truly did, but amazing acting teacher or not the man was still was still insane. As our delusional teacher started writing god knows what on the board for the next class, I checked my phone, 9:02. Homeroom started 9:00. Where was Beck? He would have called me if he was sick or had any other excuse.
Maybe he ditched? No, he wouldn't ditch without telling me about it. Or would he? No, this is Beck we're talking about. He would never be late, let alone ditch class. Ugh! I mean I know I'm clingy and all but this is ridiculous! Where's my boyfriend? I looked around the room to see if anyone else was curious to why he wasn't here and I swear my heart stopped.
What the hell?
No it couldn't be.
Tori wasn't here either.
Oh. My. God.
He wouldn't… would he? No Jade, stop doubting him, he loves you and would never cheat on you, I tried telling myself calmly. Which failed epically, as anxiety wove through me. Dear lord, it was gonna be a long day. Where was that boy? He would nev-
My thoughts were stopped by the sound of a door opening, hushed giggling, and the oh-so-familiar laugh I fell in love with.
Oh. My. God.
I whipped my head around, and felt my eyes triple in size. There stood my boyfriend, with a smiling Tori Vega. Well, great, now I have to kill her. Anger and hurt coursed through my veins. I knew it! How could he do this to me? She was all over him, I mean, really? Could she stand closer to him? Any closer and she would be in his pants.
"Ah, Tori, Beck. Would you two like to tell me why your six minutes late?" Sikowitz asked in a voice that sounded like he really didn't care, he just felt it was the right thing to say.
"Sorry Sikowitz, I was helping Tori with her locker, it was jammed and she couldn't get it open," Beck answered for both of them with a sheepish smile. Oh please, you're a smart boy Beck, surely you could have thought of a better lie than that.
I glared at Tori. There was something in her eyes that told me a lot more happened then that. Sikowitz gave them both a warning look and a simple 'don't let it happen again'. I rolled my eyes as Beck started walking towards me. Two minutes ago I would have jumped up and kissed him, but now I was too pissed to even look at him. I turned towards Cat, hearing Beck sitting behind us, and tried to get a conversation going, anything to avoid Beck's eyes. I was definitely getting answers out of him; I just really didn't want to do it here.
I waited anxiously for the next four excruciatingly slow minutes to pass, trying to focus on what Cat was saying. I could hear Andre talking to Beck and Tori, wonderful.
Just wonderful.
I could see Robbie across the room talking to some blonde skank that hit on Beck freshman year. Let's just say I scared into never looking at him again.
Finally the bell rang, when I just about ready to punch Tori in the throat if I had to hear obnoxious laugh one more time. I grabbed my bag and went to where Beck was waiting for me by the door. He took my hand when I reached him, and kissed my cheek sweetly. I gave him the best smile I could manage at my current emotional state.
"Hey, babe," he greeted, returning my poor attempt at a smile with his famous one that made my heart melt.
We walked out into the hall, our fingers twined, while I silently decided how to ambush him with my millions of questions.
I could tell he was anxious; he glanced over at me every few seconds with wary eyes. He knew I was pissed, and he knew he wasn't getting out of this one.
Right as we reached my first class, I turned to him yanking my hand from his. I gave him my perfected, I'm-annoyed-and-you-better-start-explaining-now face.
"Well?" I asked, my eyebrows rising, almost as if to say 'explain yourself.'
He rolled his eyes and leaned against the lockers, folding his arms over his chest. "What now, Jade?" Giving me his own annoyed look.
Ugh, like he didn't know. "Where were you this morning?" I pressed, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"Where I said I was," he sighed, talking slowly, like I was an incoherent four year old, "Helping Tori open her locker."
"Right," I replied, faking understanding, "and it takes twenty minutes to open it?" letting sarcasm as strong as acid leak into my tone.
"It was jammed!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, and walking in front of me, as the warning bell sounded around us.
"Whatever, Beck," I didn't have the energy for this. I started to turn towards the band door, but my idiot boyfriend grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back to face him. Taking a step forward, he placed his hands on the sides of my shoulders and kissed my forehead, before resting it against mine. I wanted to punch myself when I realized my anger was disappearing under his touch.
Damn him.
"Nothing happened, Jade," he whispered softly, happiness replaced some of the hurt, how is it that he always knows what I'm thinking? "You know I love you," I felt my heart skip at those tree words, "you have no reason to be jealous."
All happiness vanished. How dare he say that! I mean, well yeah, it's as true as hell, but really Beck? Why don't you rub it in my face a little more?
"I'm. Not. Jealous." I lied through clenched teeth, stepping away from him and crossing my arms.
"Whatever you say, Jade," he adjusted his bag on his shoulder and took a few steps back, "I'll see you after class, I gotta go, can't be late," he explained over his shoulder as he started down the long hallway.
"You had no problem being late this morning," I responded bitterly, not sure if he heard me, but I knew he did when he turned around and gave me that look. His look. The eyebrows raised, lips set in stone, the look that always said 'seriously, Jade? Get a grip."
I got that look a lot more often than most.
Due to lack of a response, I just rolled my eyes and stomped into the band room. I sighed angrily and sank into my seat like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum.
To be completely honest, I was. The first person who looked at me wrong would be a bloody mess on the floor within seconds.
I was as possessive as hell when it came to Beck and it always seemed like he didn't care about me at all! Well, I'm sick of being jealous and feeling used and being the only one who cared. Things are changing. Beck is going to learn how lucky he is to have a bitch like me up his ass every two minutes, and he's going to learn the hard way.
What started out as an average day was forming into a way of revenge.
Lets see how Beck likes being jealous. I smirked internally, as the plan formed in my head.
A/N: okayyyyy so that was way better in my head :(
Sorry about there being like no dialogue. For the first chapter I mainly just wanted everyone to see how jade feels about all her friends…. Well friends and Tori.
Next chapter will definitely have more dialogue.
Not sure where this is going… have some ideas though… tell me what you want to see.
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