Disclaimer: Sadly, I Do Not Own Victorious.
Rushing out the theater laughing and gasping for air is kind of nice for a change. There's this weird feeling I'm getting on my face, it's like tingling. I have this weird smile on and it won't pull back. Then I feel my heart pump hard, asking for more air and I finally frown. It's screaming at me, reminding me of feelings I've thrown away long ago. For a moment, it's all I could hear. I straighten my body, breathing deep, tightening the locks I've put in the cage of my chest. Breathe, Jade; this is stupid. I hate feeling this way, hate feeling anything that goes beyond the surface of my skin. I growl internally not even knowing why. Maybe because of all the times to feel this way, it had to be when I'm with the person I least like. Why couldn't it have been with Beck? Then again, all Beck wants when we're alone is to either make out or hang around with his arms on me possessively. He can't get me like this anymore, can't make my blood rush for any kind of reason.
I slow down to a stop, watching Vega flail around and making a fool out of herself to the beat only she could hear. She turns, making a mess of her hair while grinning so wide it would split her face. As much as she annoys me, she still amuses me sometimes. My face twitches into something I hate, for a split second. Get it together, Jade; you only have to do that when you need to.
"Vega," I clear my throat. I guess she doesn't hear me because she's still doing that thing she calls dancing. "Vega," I repeat but still nothing. "Veegaaaa, quit… doing whatever that is, Jesus!" that should drown out her the music inside her head. She finally stops still laughing a little not caring about the stern look on my face.
"That was fun," I roll my eyes, my hands on my hips—finally I'm back. "Hope Derek's still having fu—wait; they wouldn't come up with some sort of grosser punishment, would they?" Her eyebrows furrow as her face twists into a strange mixture of wonder and worry.
I roll my eyes again, ignoring her question, "Vega, this doesn't make us friends. You get me?" I never thought I would ever say Vega, we, and friends in a single sentence. Suddenly my mouth tastes bitter.
"Aww, come on, Jade," she whines, her eyebrows scrunched up, lower lip stuck out.
"Okay, that is never cute. And, yes. You, me, not friends," I point back and forth between the two of us, looking her up and down. "I would never be friends with someone like you. I would've preferred never speaking with you but the odds are against me."
Her face turns hard, jaw locking. "Jade, you know what? I—," she sighs, breathing in for a moment, "just get me home. You owe me at least that much." Typical Vega: always going for the high road, pretending to be all nice. I do owe her for keeping that secret but not for her suffering, it was for my pleasure anyway.
"Lift up your wrist," I huff, annoyed by… everything.
"Pull up there," she says sternly. I look at her slightly confused. She's asking me to pull over on the side of the road. Although I would enjoy the idea of her being homeless but that's just, to my dismay, too unlikely. I return my concentration on the road, ignoring her. "Just, pull over, Jade!" she snaps, commanding me with an edge in her voice I never thought I'd hear from her. I snap my head towards her. Nobody tells Jade West what to do, especially Tori Vega. I instantly floor the breaks, sending her forwards, the seatbelt securing at her chest. She winces, reaching for one of her ribs.
"There, I've pulled over," I smirk relishing the look on her face.
"I'm tired of this," there was an edge to her voice, almost growling. Her hands curl into a fist on her lap; her head bowed down. "I tried to be nice with you," she lifts her head, glaring at me. "But you're really pushing it," her teeth clench.
"Oh, and how does that concern me?" I laugh grimly, provoking her, "Should I be scared, Vega? What are you go—"
I don't know exactly what happened next but I think she slapped me hard across the face. I heard myself gasp, wide-eyed. Somehow, I unbuckled my seatbelt and attacked her in one swift move. I remember pulling at her hair, her nails scratching my face. There was screeching, screaming, and shrieking. I remember feeling my blood rush, boiling. I remember feeling so alive. But I don't remember how the hell my lips landed on hers. I don't remember how it got to her pulling my head closer by the hair, or how my nails found its way to digging at her sides.
I feel fire in the pit of my stomach, crushing my lips against hers. I feel fire on my skin, like my first time with Beck—
I pull back, slapping her. Oh, God, what the hell is going on here? I-I was— what the fuck! She cups her cheek, glaring at me with clouded eyes; her hair tussled, clinging to her skin. I scoot farther, feeling the car door on my back. My mouth should taste bitter as hell but, to my horror, it tastes like… oranges. I inhale sharply, licking my lips— Oh, God, it only made it worse. Her eyes flick over to my lips and then she's suddenly gripping the back of my neck, crashing our lips together. Crap, this is bad, I need to… need to… Oh, my God, her tongue is— it's…
She's pushing hard against me, hands tightening on my waist, bruising my skin. I moan escapes me. She suddenly bites on my lip, drawing blood. "Shut up," she pulls away, her tone harsh. I find myself nod weakly. I can't help myself anymore. More is all that's running through my mind. She tears her hands from my hips then slaps me, exposing my neck like an offering. She smirks then attacks my neck, biting hard. I gasp but I end up pulling her closer. "Deeper," I whimper. She smirks again, sinking her teeth, almost piercing into my skin.
She's kissing me again so rough that I taste more blood, blood and oranges. I black-out, moaning, panting, begging. She rips my blouse off with one hand so effortlessly. I should be scared, worried but this throbbing between my legs won't stop begging for her. "Vega," my hips buck under her. She looks at me then to my jeans, all composed. I unzip it, offering it to her like a lamb amongst the wolves. Her nails painfully scratches its way down slowly under my panties. My breathe hitches when her hand settles there shamefully cupped on my folds. Then at once, her fingers plunge roughly into me, almost making me cringe in pain. Her nails scrape into my walls while her hand mercilessly thrusts in and out. I feel my eyes tear up but all I want is still more as my hips jerk with every thrust. My arms snake around her, bringing her lips into mine, relishing her taste, whimpering in pain. The ecstasy of drowning in pain and pleasure drove me wild like an animal. All I could think of is more. I want more. Then she pulls out, leaving me close to the edge.
"You can finish that if you like," she lifts her fingers to her lips, tasting me, her voice enticing. I shake my head furiously, not being able to form words. Then she leaves swinging her purse over her shoulder, walking nonchalantly down the road. She leaves me dumbfounded, watching her back. "Bye, Jade," she states with a hum in her voice, not even glancing back.
"Fuck," I shriek, crashing on the car seat. How could she do this? I grit my teeth. How dare she mess with me? Who does she think she is? I'm gonna kill her. I swear I'm gonna kill her.
A.N.: Please don't slaughter me, but please do review. This is my first Victorious fic and I suck at it... and I know both of them are OOC but... ee, I need to read more Jade centric fics to get her thoughts right.